Kreacher

Harry never imagined that there would be such a pitiful little monster.

So pitiful.

What kind of creatures are House-elf animals?

The Magical Creatures that Ron described as finding pleasure in serving others?

In the books, House-elf are servants of wizards, usually found in ancient wizarding families living in elegant residences such as manors. They must obey all the demands of their masters, that is, family members, unless they are granted freedom.

But Dobby's account differs from both what's in the book and Ron says.

He was like a child who hadn't grown up, yet he served others as a slave.

No holidays, no dignity, and there is even the possibility of being abused.

Harry's gaze softened. He saw a reflection of his former self in this little monster, a three or four-year-old who didn't know how to resist, felt wronged, and only knew how to endure emotional abuse.

"Dobby, your master only said that you should change your punishment to Cleaning your master's house a certain number of times, but he didn't say that you have to do it all at once," Harry suggested.

"Oh, Dobby intercepted Harry Potter's letter and hid his gift. But Harry Potter is still worried about Dobby ... Dobby has known of your greatness for a long time, sir, but your kindness, Dobby did not know before..." Dobby said, sobbing.

Then, for some reason, he suddenly panicked and shoved the letter in his hand into Harry's hand. "Harry Potter, Dobby should go."

"If you absolutely must go to Hogwarts, be careful of strangers!"

"Dobby?" Before Harry could say anything more, there was a loud explosion, and all Harry could see was empty air.

Was it his master calling him?

Harry was a little puzzled, and then he began to examine the letter.

Meanwhile, in the crevices of spacetime, in the gaps of Apparition, in a place unseen by the wizard, a beam of light suddenly appeared amidst the intense pressure from all directions and darkness.

Just as Dobby was about to leave and appear at the Malfoy Manor, a radiant humanoid figure appeared before Dobby.

Here, time and space lose their meaning, and there is no conventional medium for transmitting sound.

But a clear voice still rang in Dobby's ears.

That was truly a most wonderful feeling.

Dobby felt lightheaded, all his thoughts and worries vanished, leaving only a hazy, intangible joy.

Then, that voice echoed in some distant corner of his empty head, "Then why give up trying to persuade Harry Potter?"

Dobby was overwhelmed with indescribable joy, and his brain automatically replied, "Harry Potter defeated You-Know-Who one-on-one! If Harry Potter really insists on going to Hogwarts, Dobby won't stop him. Dobby has already hinted that his teacher is in danger, and Harry Potter understands!"

The humanoid nodded and, just as before, vanished without a trace.

Dobby returned to the Malfoy family mansion the next second.

If you calculate the time, it's the same time it normally takes for Harry's family to arrive here.

Time seemed to have been stolen away, but Dobby was completely unaware, as if nothing had happened.

This humanoid is Ryan. Although with his current level 6 'thinking', Ryan can imagine the reasons Dobby is different from the original timeline, and even be completely accurate.

But this doesn't create a sense of participation.

Ryan couldn't help but have the desire to show off in front of others.

The Apparition, in theory, cannot be stopped except by the Anti-Apparition Jinx.

Once activated, in that void, no one can penetrate without physical contact with the teleporter, but Ryan can, and can even adjust the time there.

After realizing he had this ability, Ryan finally used it on Dobby today.

Just as Ryan was still basking in the thrill of his childhood favorite character's divine intervention, Harry, completely bewildered, heard the sound of a car engine starting.

Harry peered down the Privet Drive but didn't hear a sound.

"Harry!" Three familiar voices came from mid-air.

Harry looked up, but saw nothing.

"Ron, you forgot to turn off the Invisibility Booster." It was Sirius's voice.

"You idiot!" That was Draco.

With a sudden "poof," a light green sedan appeared, hovering in mid-air. Ron leaned out of the front window to look at him, Sirius sat in the driver's seat, and Draco sat in the back, turning his head to look at him out of the corner of his eye.

The sight before him made Harry's mouth drop open.

"Well, Harry? What's going on?" Ron said. "Why haven't you been replying to my letters? Is it the Dursley family?"

Draco pricked up his ears, but turned his face away, feigning indifference.

"If it really is that Dursley guy, it seems I was too lenient last time," Sirius said angrily as he lowered the car to the ground.

"Harry, what's that in your hand—you didn't just get the letters, did you?" Draco couldn't help but notice out of the corner of his eye the stack of unopened letters in Harry's hand, which looked like they had just been received.

"It has nothing to do with Uncle Vernon, Draco, you're pretty much right, you could say that." Harry excitedly hugged Ron as he got out of the car.

Harry's face was once again filled with smiles as he saw his long-lost friend.

But this also allowed him to see the back row, where, besides Draco, there was another creature—a House-elf!

He looked completely different from Dobby; he was thin and small, only half a person's height, with pale skin that drooped in wrinkles, and a lot of white hairs sticking out of his bat-like ears.

He was also wearing a garment similar to a pillowcase, but it was much cleaner than Dobby's.

"That's Kreacher, because of that Malfoy family brat, the son of Miss Cissy he's been talking about. He's really tidied himself up; he was wearing this dirty rag before," Sirius said, trying to start a conversation with Harry. He probably misunderstood Harry's expression.

"Oh, how could Miss Cissy's son be in such a place? That old scoundrel, that hateful brat, that ungrateful filthy scoundrel!"

"Hmm, and Harry Potter too. Kreacher saw the scar, it must be real. He's the boy who stopped the Dark Lord. Kreacher doesn't know how he did it—" Kreacher murmured softly in a bullfrog-like, hoarse voice.

"Kreacher, don't talk to my friend like that," Draco snapped.

"Yes, young master. Kreacher had no choice but to listen to Miss Cissy's son." But then he went on to mention Sirius, who wasn't Draco's friend, "He broke his mother's heart. The young master isn't even worthy to shine his mother's shoes. Oh, my poor mistress, what would he say if he saw Kreacher serving the young master? How much she hates him! How disappointing he is—"