A surging wave of magic burst from Dobby and sent Lucius flying.
Fortunately, Lucius's reaction was not slow. He swiftly pulled his wand from his sleeve and gave it a flick, allowing himself to land relatively steadily instead of being smashed straight into the wall.
"Dobby! You!" he said, glaring at Dobby furiously.
Dobby refused to back down. "Dobby is free now!"
Without changing his expression, Lucius straightened his clothes, snorted coldly, and waved his wand as he left this troublesome place.
Only after Lucius had left did Harry finally let out a sigh of relief.
He had not been holding his breath because he feared Lucius would endanger him or his aunt's family here. He was simply afraid Lucius would run his mouth in the room, and another pile of ashes would appear.
Although telling Draco Malfoy, "Your father's dead," at the start of term would have felt great, little angel Harry truly was a naturally good person.
In his eyes, most villains did not need to die. For example, Lucius Malfoy was merely a disgusting, morally bankrupt, slick-talking middle-aged wizard.
Draco Malfoy was just a classmate who loved being obnoxious.
As for Greyback.
"Professor, this pile..." Harry asked, pointing at the ashes on the floor.
"This... I'm not good at household magic. Mrs. Dursley, where's the vacuum cleaner? I'll help you clean it up," Kayson said instinctively.
"N-No... no need. I'll do it myself later."
"No, no, Dobby can do it!" Dobby merely snapped his fingers, and a gust of wind swept up the dust from the floor. Then he picked up the scarf and gave it a gentle shake, restoring its shine.
Petunia still did not want to take the scarf back... after all, it was no longer clean.
"Professor, I was asking why this person... why