Dobby's Warning

Harry never imagined that such an annoying creature existed.

Why are you making such a fuss?

"Please speak!"

"Never...never..." the unknown House-elf choked out.

Its slender nose drooped low, almost touching the ground.

But then Harry realized why the House-elf was acting this way; he must have never been treated like this in his daily life.

Didn't the Department of Magical Creature Management and Control of the Ministry of Magic issue guidelines for the rights of House-elf?

"But this law targets abuse; perhaps he was just being ignored in terms of dignity," Harry thought naively.

"Then he must not be from Sirius's family. No, that's not right either. Sirius is a good man, but his family is said to be Dark Wizard." Harry continued to think, feeling a little confused, but the poor little thing seemed exhausted and kept sobbing.

Perhaps a century later, the unknown House-elf said, "Great, esteemed Harry Potter, I was not sent by the Black House man you speak of."

"Great? I'm just an ordinary 11-year-old wizard."

"Please sit down—well, please just sit on the grass," Harry said. He suddenly felt that his face must be red.

"Please sit! Please!" The House-elf seemed so excited he almost fainted. "Never before has a wizard ever made Dobby sit down—as an equal—"

"Your name is Dobby?" Harry felt the name sounded familiar, but Dobby hadn't quite grasped what Harry meant.

Dobby sat there hiccuping, looking like an ugly big doll. Finally, he managed to control himself and gazed at Harry with loving eyes full of tears.

"What did your master send you here for?" Harry asked.

He understood that House-elf were not allowed to roam freely without their owner's permission, and it was said that even the use of magic required authorization.

"Master?" Dobby shuddered. "Oh, no, sir, they don't know... Dobby is going to punish himself severely for coming to see you. Dobby will clean the master's house ten times, no, a hundred times! If they find out, sir—"

"It seems your master's family is quite nice, but how come you came to see me without your master's permission?" Harry asked, looking very knowledgeable.

"Not bad?" Dobby shook his head, then suddenly bent over as if to bang his head against the ground, but stopped just before he did, shouting, "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!" "Dobby has to punish himself!"

"What's wrong with you?" Harry was completely baffled. For the first time, he felt that just reading books wasn't enough. This Dobby was completely different from the House-elf described in the books.

"Dobby almost said bad things about the master's house, sir..." "The young master ordered me not to torture myself, and that whenever I wanted to torture myself, I should clean up the master's house once." Dobby's eyes were already a little close together.

Harry now understood that his master was probably not a decent person.

"Is someone trying to attack me?"

"Your master's house?" Harry keenly sensed Dobby's reason for being there.

As for why he came here, even disobeying his master's orders, it may be related to his young master.

In Dobby's words, his little master was clearly different from the style of their family.

Perhaps his young master idolizes him, and Harry has become somewhat accustomed to it.

The arrival of Dobby was caused by the disagreement between their family and the young master.

"Yes, it must be," Harry thought confidently, the confidence of Wizarding World superstar.

Dobby shook his head.

"There's a plot, Harry Potter. There's a dangerous person at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year," Dobby a low voice, suddenly trembling. "Dobby has known about this for some time now, sir. Harry Potter can't take the risk. He's too important, sir!"

"Danger? Is Voldemort in danger? You must be referring to the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor. But our school has Dumbledore —the greatest headmaster in the history of Hogwarts." Harry breathed a sigh of relief; he guessed it was Dobby's little master who was worried.

After all, he's just a kid. He probably knows something about this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor —he's a dangerous person.

But as he put it, is that professor in danger of Voldemort?

Harry also knew something else: Sirius didn't know what to say to him at first, but he mentioned it in a letter.

Because of Quirrell's death, Hogwarts saved a lot of money— Quirrell's salary.

It's likely that Dumbledore tasted success and wanted to save some money by using Voldemort's curse on the course.

After all, although Dumbledore was upright, his uprightness concealed a fox-like cunning.

Just like Harry himself, he was completely fooled last school year.

"Harry Potter wasn't entirely right."

"Dobby can't say any more," Dobby said, wiping away his tears with his dirty pillowcase.

"Dobby knows," he said hoarsely, "That Harry Potter encountered that villain again a few weeks ago... Harry Potter defeated him again."

"Harry Potter is indeed great, but Harry Potter's safety is more important than anything else!"

"Dobby came to protect Harry Potter and deliver a message to him, even if it means working himself to death Dobby... Dobby wants to say that Harry Potter can't go back to Hogwarts." Dobby stared at Harry with his bulbous eyes and said seriously.

"What are you talking about, Ron? Draco is waiting for me at Hogwarts!"

"If the person you're talking about is dangerous, then I'm even more determined to go to Hogwarts. My friends are there!" Harry retorted.

"What kind of friend is he, who doesn't even write a letter to Harry Potter?" Dobby said slyly.

"They were just playing a prank—wait, what do you mean by that!" Harry frowned.

"Dobby can't lie to the great Harry Potter; I intercepted all your letters."

"Although Dobby doesn't know why Harry Potter isn't warned by the Ministry of Magic for using magic, if I intercept Harry Potter's letters, you might not want to go to Hogwarts." Dobby pulled a thick stack of envelopes from his pillowcase.

"Give me the letter." Harry's tone couldn't help but carry a hint of anger.

"Harry Potter, don't be angry with Dobby — Dobby did it all for..." Dobby shuffled his feet on the floor, pretending not to hear Harry, "Also, I hid Harry Potter's present in that little cabinet in the stairwell."

"Dobby, you need to understand, you can't stop me from going to Hogwarts."

"Also, that's not a closet, it used to be my bedroom."

"Now you understand why I'm going to Hogwarts," Harry suddenly lost his desire to get the letter back immediately and patiently explained to Dobby.