Dobby Sent by Lucius Malfoy?

"And Sirius," Draco added helplessly.

Kreacher finally shut his mouth, but still muttered resentfully, his chubby nose as big as a pig's.

Harry watched all this in shock. This House-elf was the Dobby opposite of Dobby. The Dobby pitiful Dobby was, the more he hated him.

"How could you—" Harry looked at Sirius.

"It's not Molly Weasley, she trusts House-elf more than me, especially in a car that hasn't even been tested for actual flight yet." Sirius shrugged.

At the same time, Harry noticed out of the corner of his eye that his curtains had suddenly been drawn, making the house completely airtight.

It seems Uncle Vernon has discovered their arrival.

"That filthy old traitor, and his brats. Kreacher can only protect them. My poor mistress, if she knew what she was doing, what would she say to old Kreacher? Oh, how shameful, poor old Kreacher, what could he do—" Kreacher found another loophole.

Kreacher, like a seasoned veteran, easily found the loophole in his master's orders and exploited it.

In Dobby, Dobby was an honest child.

Harry couldn't help but think as he heard Kreacher's swearing again.

"Shut up, Kreacher! Don't mention my mother," Sirius snapped, and before Kreacher could say anything more, "And don't mention Ron and his family!"

Kreacher finally shut his mouth, unwilling to give up.

"Don't be surprised, Harry. He's been alone for too long and has been receiving some crazy commands from my mother's portrait. He talks to himself, but he was a wretched House-elf before," Sirius said, turning his head.

"Harry, you still haven't answered my question," Ron interjected.

"He's a House-elf. His little master is a fan of mine and, knowing that this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor is a dangerous person, sent him to stop me from returning to Hogwarts." Harry shrugged.

"A dangerous person? Even the You-Know-Who is no match for you, Harry. His little master is probably just a brat who hasn't even started school yet," Ron said.

"Exactly," the little devil Draco nodded in agreement.

"Harry, House-elf have their own channels of communication. Do you know the name of that House-elf, Harry?" Sirius cleared his throat and looked at Kreacher. "Kreacher, answer our questions carefully later."

"—After returning from Azkaban, he started bossing Kreacher around. My mistress! Old Kreacher only listens to the orders of this spendthrift son."

"If she knew that the young master had spent a large sum of gold as soon as he came back, what would she say? She swore she wouldn't acknowledge him as her son, and now he's back and spending money recklessly. It's said that he's also a murderer—" Kreacher muttered a long string of sarcastic remarks about Sirius, but still reluctantly agreed.

Sirius seemed unfazed by these words, as if he didn't care as long as Kreacher didn't talk about others.

He looked at Harry, and Ron and Draco, who were standing nearby, also looked over curiously. They all wanted to know who the little master was.

But Ron was thinking more deeply, "I hope it's not a little girl. Ginny will cry if she finds out."

"His name Dobby," Harry said casually.

Draco and Ron both gasped, but Ron was a beat slower to react.

"Dobby?" That's Draco.

"Harry, you haven't forgotten, have you?" It was Ron.

Harry looked puzzled, as if he were the only one in the world who didn't know why.

Fortunately, Sirius was with him. Sirius was equally puzzled, but he looked at Kreacher and gestured for him to answer quickly.

"Dobby? Lucky Dobby! Oh, unlike old Kreacher who can only serve rebellious young masters."

"How wonderful, to be with kind Miss Cissy!" For the first time, Kreacher's old face was no longer filled with resentment towards Sirius, but with jealousy, jealousy towards Dobby.

"He's lucky? Dobby often tortures himself! His master not only doesn't stop him, but even tells him to go harder!" Harry asked, puzzled.

Ron and Draco, who were standing nearby, wanted to speak up directly, but after hearing Harry's words, they immediately shut their mouths.

"Harry Potter doesn't understand. It was Dobby who made a mistake. Dobby is a shameful scoundrel." Kreacher spat fiercely, then said with the same fear Ron had shown when he first heard Harry utter Voldemort's name, "Dobby thinks about—freedom all day long!"

"What's wrong with this?" Harry said.

He couldn't understand why he couldn't pursue freedom in a place that clearly disliked and tormented him. This sudden, angry question made Harry forget the strange behavior between Ron and Draco.

"Harry Potter, House-elf have no right to be unhappy, how dare they comment on their master's attitude! Kreacher cannot understand! Kreacher hasn't fallen to that level! Kreacher is ashamed of his freedom!" Kreacher glared angrily with his gray eyes, but what was puzzling was that even after being offended to this extent, Kreacher still didn't say anything bad about Harry. After all, Harry was Half-blood. He just muttered under his breath, "Poor Miss Cissy, young master Draco, with such House-elf by his side, what will my mistress do if she finds out? But Kreacher can only serve the young master, there's nothing he can do."

"Draco?"

"Dobby belongs to your family!"

"Did you send Dobby intercept these letters?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Yes, but I didn't send Dobby over."

"And I don't know who the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor will be next semester?" Draco frowned and answered in a puzzled tone.

"It's definitely Lucius!" Sirius suddenly shouted.

"I knew it, he definitely wanted to cut off your connection with Harry."

"I noticed it last time. Only he was being petty, saying that the Malfoy family were the only sons!" Sirius analyzed.

"What about my letters? And yours too." Ron pointed to the few letters with crooked handwriting in Harry's arms, which were his own.

"Lucius mentioned the marriage alliance with the Parkinson family last time. He was probably afraid Draco would object, so he cut off your contact first, which naturally included me and Harry."

"It's also possible that the House-elf named Dobby intercepted all of Harry's letters to prevent you from contacting him through any third party," Sirius said confidently.

"Yes, my dad has been urging me to contact Pansy all day."

"So that's why he didn't stop me from writing to Harry." Draco nodded.

House-elf cannot do anything without their owner's permission, not even Dobby.

Draco thought to himself.