"Dobby? Dobby!" Harry called loudly.
"Here, young master Harry!" A house-elf wearing a clean piece of sackcloth appeared out of thin air and bowed slightly to Harry. "How may I be of service?"
"Could you make us a cake? Blueberry, please," Harry said.
"Of course! I'd be delighted to serve you! But a small reminder: you've been eating rather a lot of sweets lately, so shall we make it a small one?" Dobby replied with a slight bow.
"All right." Harry nodded.
The house-elf bowed again and vanished, and a flurry of noise came from the kitchen.
"I'm so jealous. When will my family get a house-elf?" Ron said enviously. "Mum's cooking is nowhere near as good as a house-elf's."
"If you dare say that again to Mum's face, I'll respect you as a real man," Tris said, holding a hefty book without looking up.
Ron immediately ducked his head.
The three of them were at number five, Privet Drive, next door to the Dursley family.
Before the summer holidays, Sirius had bought the house and moved in. Naturally, this was because the Blood Protection Charm meant Harry had to live with his blood relatives.
But ever since Sirius had moved in, Harry's life had immediately become much easier.
Having a wizard living next door made the Dursley family deeply uncomfortable, but there was nothing they could do about it. The fact that this wizard was Harry's godfather made it even worse.
Still, whether Sirius had received instructions from Dumbledore or had simply come to his senses, he had given the Dursley family a large sum of money. Although they still disliked wizards, their attitude had improved considerably.
As for where Sirius had got his pounds, Tris suspected he hadn't exchanged Galleons for them.
It was very easy for wizards