Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 63 The House Elf Dobby

"Say what you're here for!" Harry didn't put down his chair, although the monster didn't look like it was going to attack. But if he dared to put down his chair so carelessly, once George found out, he would be punished for running ten laps around the campus. What's more terrifying is that when he was running, Malfoy would definitely follow behind him and laugh at him.

"Harry Potter!" screamed the monster, which could be heard downstairs. "Dobby has been looking forward to seeing you, sir, what an honor."

"Don't interrupt, tell me what you're here for." Harry's voice was cold. If he was facing an ordinary person, he would definitely not be so rude. But a magical creature with unknown intentions that popped up out of nowhere, and he had to protect himself, especially since he was already determined to fight Voldemort.

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

Harry continued to be wary of the house-elf named Dobby, but he didn't speak. His training told him it would make it easier for the other person to say the next message.

"House elves are slaves of their masters, they will always serve a wizarding family and will never disobey their master's orders," said the little monster.

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

The little monster shuddered, "Oh, Dobby can't say the master's name, and they don't know that Dobby is here. Dobby needs to punish himself severely for disobeying the master's order. Dobby will put his head on the ground. Reach into the fireplace."

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

Harry still remembered the last time George's raven came to deliver a letter to him. George even brought his pet with his strong personal style, and he did not choose the usual owl as the messenger. Instead, he used a raven, and his eyes were vivid all the time, as if he had become a raven.

Harry could see at a glance that the raven had a strong George's personal style, George's personal imprint. Although he still prefers his Hedwig, he has to admit that George's raven is really handsome.

Holding the stool in his hand, Harry slowly moved towards the door, not daring to relax the slightest bit of vigilance. The little monster in front of him didn't come from any family he was familiar with.

"House-elves are slaves to their masters,

Will not disobey the master's orders. Since you are not from my friend's house, then the biggest possibility is from my enemy's house. Is it Voldemort who you dare not name? ' said Harry, leaning closer to the door.

As soon as the little monster made a move, he immediately rushed downstairs and took out his wand. At this time, he could no longer ignore any prohibition.

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

"Boom" Harry slammed the door open, slammed it shut again, and rushed downstairs in a frenzy, bumping into Uncle Vernon on the way down.

Vernon was angry, he was telling a wonderful story downstairs, he was telling a key point, but was interrupted by Harry. He knew he had to warn the ignorant kid. "Who do you think you're eating, drinking, you damned thing nobody wants."

Vernon lowered his voice and walked towards Harry. How could Harry care what this fat man was going to do at this time? The house-elves from Voldemort's house had come, he had to get the wand, he had to prepare for a chance to escape. He pushed Vernon away, and thanks to George's nourishment and the good meals of the house, Harry was a boy and a half.

Although he had lost some weight recently when he returned to Privet Road, his body strength after training was not small. At this time, he was in a hurry and was afraid that he would not care about other things. He pushed Uncle Vernon to the ground in one fell swoop, and Harry rushed to the cupboard under the stairs, smashed the glass, and dragged out his luggage.

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

Uncle Vernon was still sitting on the ground dumbfounded, he looked incredulous, how dare this kid? Although he disappeared for a year last year and returned as a terrifying wizard, he was still just an eleven-year-old kid.

How dare he? This kid has been acting so cowardly lately, just like the previous eleven years, no matter how he was beaten and scolded, he could only bear it. On weekdays, this kid has been scolded all the time, and he doesn't dare to resist, but now how dare he? There was a burst of anger in Vernon's heart, and he almost rushed to kill this kid, the kid who dared to defy himself.

Before Vernon could stand up, he watched Harry suddenly rush to the cupboard under the stairs like a ghost, smashed the glass with a ferocious face, dragged out his suitcase, and took out a dark stick. .

Vernon's full of anger disappeared. He felt like he was in the middle of summer, and someone had poured a whole bucket of snow water with ice residue on it. Before his anger could be vented, it was as if he was sucked into a black hole and disappeared completely. He only felt a bucket of snow water dripping from his head to his feet. Not only did he feel cold, but the ice slag stinged his skin.

At this time, he finally remembered again, the most terrifying fear buried deep in his heart, "He is a monster. Even if he is only eleven years old, there is no age difference for monsters."

He also finally felt terrible for his previous actions and regretted, "How could I be stupid enough to provoke this monster, he will turn our whole family into roast suckling pigs, then cut them down one by one, and eat them one by one. "

For a moment, the house fell silent.

Vernon only felt that the little man with glasses in front of him had turned into a demon, and he might be thinking about how to kill us. Thinking of this, Vernon dared not make any sound. He only hoped that the monster would be distracted by something else.

Dudley saw his father sitting on the ground, he wanted to go up and help him up, but when he saw Harry, he could only huddle in the corner and tremble, he didn't dare to go forward.

Dudley knew that Harry was no longer the little beanie he could bully at will. He disappeared for a whole year last year, and when he came back, he had changed from a thin little bean to a sturdy half-boy. Dudley would hardly have recognized him if it weren't for the identical scar on his forehead and the same black-rimmed glasses.