Chapter 63-Dobby the House Elf

"Say what you're here for!" Harry didn't put down his chair, although the monster didn't seem to be planning to attack. But if he dared to put down his chair carelessly, once George knew about it, he would be punished to run ten laps around the campus. What's more frightening is that Malfoy will follow behind him and laugh at him when he is running.

"Harry Potter!" the monster screamed and could be heard downstairs. "Dobby has been looking forward to seeing you, sir, it's a great honor."

"Don't interrupt, tell me what you're here for." Harry's voice was icy. If he was facing an ordinary person, he would not be so rude. But a magical creature with unknown intentions that appeared suddenly, he must protect himself, especially when he was determined to fight Voldemort.

Harry's indifference seemed to finally let the monster find its rhythm, and it said humbly, "Dobby, sir, my name is Dobby, I'm a house elf."

Harry continued to be wary of the house elf named Dobby, and he did not speak. The training he received told him that it would make it easier for the other party to tell the next message.

"The house elves are slaves to their masters. They will always serve a family of wizards and will never violate their master's orders." said the little monster.

"Who is your master?" Harry immediately caught the key information revealed by the little monster and asked.

The little monster shivered, "Oh, Dobby can’t tell the name of his master, and they don’t know that Dobby is here. Dobby needs to punish himself severely for disobeying the master’s order. Dobby wants to take his head Reach into the fireplace."

Dobby’s punishment made Harry feel a little sick, "You dare not say the name of your master. You are definitely not from my friend’s house. Hermione’s parents are ordinary people. Ron told me about their family. He I know all the mice in the house. George won't have a man like you."

Harry still remembered the scene when George's raven came to deliver him the letter last time. George even carried his strong personal style with his pets. He did not choose the usual owl as a messenger. Instead, he was using a raven, his eyes were always vivid, as if he had become a fine raven.

Harry could tell at a glance that the Raven had a strong George's personal style, George's personal mark. Although he still prefers his Hedwig, he has to admit that George's Raven is indeed too handsome.

Harry lifted the stool in his hand and slowly moved towards the door, daring not to relax his vigilance at all. The little monster in front of him did not come from anyone he knew well.

"The house elves are slaves to the master's family and will not disobey the master's orders. Since you are not from my friend's house, the most likely one is from my enemy's house. Is it Voldemort that you dare not name?" Harry said, leaning close to the door.

Once the little monster made a move, he immediately rushed downstairs and took out his wand. At this time, he could no longer care about any prohibitions.

The little monster covered his ears with his hands, "Ah, sir, don't say that name, don't say that name!"

"Boom" Harry pushed open the door violently, closed it again, and then rushed downstairs like crazy. He ran into Uncle Vernon as he went downstairs.

Vernon was very angry. He was telling a wonderful story downstairs. He was telling a key point, but Harry interrupted. He knew he had to warn this kid who didn't know what to do. "Who do you think you are eating or drinking, you **** something nobody wants."

Vernon lowered his voice and walked towards Harry. How could Harry know what this fat guy was doing? The house elf from Voldemort's house has killed him, he must get the wand, and he must prepare for the opportunity to escape. He pushed Vernon away, and thanks to George's nutrition and the college's good food, Harry had grown into a boy and a half.

Although recently returned to Privet Road and lost weight, his body strength after training is not small. At this time, he was anxious and afraid that he could even care about other things. He pushed Uncle Vernon to the ground, and Harry immediately rushed to the cabinet under the stairs, broke the glass, and dragged out his luggage.

When the wand was in his hand, Harry's heart finally stabilized a little, and the house elf from Voldemort's house did not chase him.

Uncle Vernon was still sitting on the ground blankly. He looked incredible. How dare this kid? Although he disappeared for a year last year and became a terrible wizard after returning, he is still just an eleven-year-old kid.

How dare he? This kid has been so cowardly recently, just like the previous eleven years, no matter how he beats and scolds, he can only bear it. On weekdays, this kid has been scolded all the time and dare not resist, but how dare he now? Vernon was angry, and he almost rushed to kill the kid, the kid who dared to defy him.

Before Vernon could stand up, he watched Harry suddenly rush to the cabinet under the stairs like an evil spirit, smashed the glass open with a grim look, dragged out his box, and took out a dark stick. .

Vernon's anger disappeared. He felt like he was in the middle of summer, and he was splashed with a bucket of snow with ice scum. His anger hadn't vented yet, as if he had been sucked into a black hole and completely disappeared. He only felt that a bucket of snow water dripped from his head to his feet, not only was his whole body cold, but there was also ice scum stinging his skin.

It was then that he finally remembered ~lightnovelpub.net~ the most terrifying fear he had buried deep in his heart, "He is a monster, even if he is only eleven years old, a monster has no age."

He finally felt terrible for his previous behavior and regretted, "How can I be so stupid to mess with this monster? He will turn our whole family into a roast suckling pig, and then cut it down one by one and eat it bite by bite. "

For a while, the house was silent.

Vernon only felt that the little man with glasses in front of him had become a demon, and he might be thinking about **** us. At this thought, Vernon dared not make any noise. He only hoped that this monster was attracted by other things.

Dudley saw his father sitting on the ground. He wanted to step forward to help him up, but when he saw Harry, he could only shrink tightly in the corner and tremble in fright, he did not dare to step forward.

Dudley knew that Harry was no longer the little beanie who could insult at will. He disappeared for a whole year last year, and when he returned, he had changed from a thin little beanie to a strong half-boy. Had it not been for the exact same scar on his forehead and the same black-rimmed glasses, Dudley would hardly recognize him.