Chapter 247 Kreacher

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

So pitiful.

What kind of creature is a house elf?

The magical creature that Ron said was happy to serve others?

Or is the house elf in the book a servant of a wizard, usually existing in an ancient wizard family living in a fine residence such as a manor, and they must obey all the requirements of their master, that is, family members, unless they are free.

But Dobby is different from what is mentioned in the book and in Ron's mouth.

He is like a child who has not grown up, but serves others as a slave.

No holidays, no dignity, and may even be abused.

Harry's eyes softened, and he saw the shadow of his former self in this little monster, the self who was still three or four years old, did not know how to resist, was wronged, and only knew how to endure cold violence.

"Dobby, your little master just asked you to change the punishment to the number of times you clean your master's house, but there is no requirement to complete 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 your greatness for a long time, sir, but your kindness, Dobby didn't know before..." Dobby said with sobs.

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

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

"Dobby?" Before Harry could continue to say anything, there was only a loud explosion, and there was only air in front of Harry.

Is it his master who is calling him?

Harry couldn't help but be a little confused, and immediately checked the letter.

On the other side, in the cracks between the time and space spikes, the gaps between the apparitions, the wizard could not observe, and a beam of light suddenly lit up in a dark place filled with strong pressure from all directions.

Just as Dobby was about to leave here and appeared in the Malfoy mansion, a shining human figure appeared in front of Dobby.

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

But a clear voice still sounded from Dobby's ears.

It was really the most wonderful feeling.

Dobby felt light and airy, and the thoughts and worries in his mind were swept away, leaving only a hazy, invisible and intangible joy.

Then, that voice echoed in a distant corner of his empty head: "Why did you give up advising Harry Potter?"

Dobby was immersed in indescribable joy, and his brain automatically replied: "Harry Potter defeated the mysterious man one-on-one! If Harry Potter really had to go to Hogwarts, Dobby would not stop him. Dobby has already hinted that the teacher of his class is in danger, and Harry Potter also understands it!"

The human figure nodded, and disappeared silently just like before he came.

And Dobby returned to the Malfoy's mansion in the next second.

Calculating the time, it is the same as the normal time for Harry's family to get here.

The time in between seemed to be stolen, and Dobby was unaware of it, as if nothing had happened.

This figure was Ryan. Although with the current level 6 "thinking", Ryan could make up his own reason why Dobby was different from the original world line, even exactly.

But there was no sense of participation.

Ryan was also inevitably eager to show his power in front of others.

The spell of Apparition, in theory, could not be stopped except by the Anti-Apparition spell.

After it was activated, in that void, no one could insert without physical contact with the Apparitionist, but Ryan could, and could even adjust the time there.

After Ryan realized that he had such a skill, he finally used it on Dobby today.

Just as Ryan was still immersed in the pleasure of showing his power in front of his favorite childhood character, Harry, who was confused, heard the sound of a car engine starting.

Harry poked his head towards Privet Drive, but found no sound.

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

Harry raised his head, but saw nothing.

"Ron, you forgot to turn off the cloaking booster." This is Sirius' voice.

"You idiot!" This is Draco.

With a sudden puff, a turquoise car appeared and stopped in mid-air. Ron leaned out of the front window of the car to look at him. Sirius was sitting in the driver's seat, and Draco was sitting in the back, turning his head and looking at him with his peripheral vision.

The scene in front of him made Harry's mouth open.

"What's up, Harry? What's going on?" Ron said, "Why haven't you replied to my letter? Is it the Dursleys?"

Draco pricked up his ears, but his face looked to the other side, pretending to be indifferent.

"If it's really that guy Dursley, it seems that I was too kind last time." Sirius said with a little anger as he landed the car on the ground.

"Harry, what's in your hand - you didn't just get the letter." Draco couldn't help it. He keenly observed through his peripheral vision that the stack of letters in Harry's hand had not been opened yet, as if they were just received.

"It has nothing to do with Uncle Vernon. Draco, your guess is pretty close, so to speak." Harry excitedly hugged Ron as he got out of the car.

Harry's face was full of smiles again as he saw his friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

But this also made him see that in the back row, besides Draco, there was another creature - a house elf!

He looked completely different from Dobby, thin and small, only half a man's height, with pale skin folded down, and a lot of white hair coming out of his bat-like ears.

He also wore a piece of clothing similar to a pillowcase, but it was much cleaner than Dobby's.

"That's Kreacher, because the Malfoy kid, the son of Miss Sissi in his mouth, he has cleaned himself up. He used to wear this dirty rag." Sirius forced a topic with Harry, he must have misunderstood Harry's expression.

"Oh, how could Miss Sissi's son go to such a place, the old scum's nasty little brat, the nasty, ungrateful and filthy bastard!"

"Well, and Harry Potter, Kreacher saw the scar, it must be true, that is the boy who stopped the Dark Lord, Kreacher doesn't know how he did it-" Kreacher muttered softly in a hoarse and low voice like a bullfrog.

"Kreacher, don't say that about my friend." Draco scolded.

"Yes, young master. Kreacher had no choice but to listen to Miss Sissi's son." But he continued to talk about the person who was not Draco's friend - Sirius, "He broke his mother's heart. The young master is not even worthy of cleaning his mother's shoes. Oh, my poor mistress, what would she say if she saw Kreacher serving the young master? How much the mistress hated him, how disappointing he was -"