Chapter 123

"Enough, enough!"

Harry angrily stopped Dobby from punishing himself. He felt he had a bit of a headache.

Once he found out what was going on, he would definitely drive this house-elf named Dobby out!

"Does your master's family know you are here?"

"No... before Dobby came... Dobby often punished himself like this..."

"Dobby came here to tell Harry Potter... you cannot return to Hogwarts!"

"Dobby..."

Dobby said a lot, but Harry only noticed one thing: this house-elf wouldn't let him return to Hogwarts.

"Why? Why can't I go back? I belong there, and Darren will be there..."

"No, no... Harry Potter will die... terrible things will happen at Hogwarts!"

Dobby again said a lot, and Harry asked carefully who was planning all this; was it Voldemort?

It shook its head vigorously, but immediately picked up Harry's desk lamp and smashed it against its own head.

It made a loud banging sound.

Harry heard Darren's apologetic voice downstairs: "I'm sorry Mrs. Mason, I need to apologize to you; my brother is upstairs, and I don't know what happened to him."

"So I need to go up and check on him; I'm sorry, please forgive my absence!"

"Oh, my dear little Darren, you are truly a little angel; go ahead, and if your brother is alright, you can ask him to come down together..."

Harry's heart was in his throat.

He heard Darren's quick footsteps coming up.

He hurriedly grabbed Dobby, shoved him into the wardrobe, and then said anxiously: "Don't come out; you will scare Darren. I will make him mentally prepared, and then I will let you out..."

"Brother..."

Just as Harry had shoved Dobby into the wardrobe, Darren's knock on the door sounded.

Harry hurriedly opened the door.

Then he saw Darren's worried eyes.

"Brother, are you okay? Did a bad person come here?"

"It's nothing, I accidentally knocked over the wardrobe, it's already put back; you go down quickly and help me explain to Mrs. Mason!"

Harry said hurriedly.

He just remembered that he had shoved Dobby into the wardrobe. His and Darren's clothes were also kept there.

Darren was very clean; he would suffocate. He might have to call Pachi to deal with it in a while.

As soon as Darren saw Harry's expression, he knew Dobby had come.

He felt a bit of sympathy for Harry, this silly child; he had told him to go down and keep Mrs. Mason company, but he wouldn't go.

Now he was suffering, wasn't he?

So he looked at Harry with concern, and finding that he wasn't injured, he nodded and said: "Then brother, I'll go down; if there's anything, remember to call me!"

"Go, eat well, don't just focus on chatting with that Mrs. Mason!"

Harry reminded him hurriedly.

He had been hearing Darren laughing and talking with Mrs. Mason upstairs, and hadn't heard him eating.

He was a bit worried.

"Okay, brother!"

Darren nodded obediently.

After watching Darren leave, Harry called Dobby out.

"Alright, have you seen it? My younger brother will also go to Hogwarts, I can't let Darren go alone... not to mention my friends..."

"What friends? Friends who don't even write letters to Harry Potter?"

Dobby said slyly.

Harry looked at it in shock: "You stole my letters?"

Dobby took a large pile of envelopes out of its pocket; Harry noticed that there were also many letters from Slytherin girls, which were for Darren.

Of course, there were also many in Hermione's and Ron's handwriting.

"You didn't even spare Darren's letters!"

Harry was furious; was this house-elf sick? Stealing his letters, and also stealing Darren's letters?

"Dobby thought... if Harry Potter and his brother didn't receive any letters, they might lose heart and not want to go to Hogwarts..."

Dobby jumped onto the windowsill.

Harry wanted to grab them, but it held the letters high, making Harry swear not to go to Hogwarts.

"I can't... give me the letters!"

Harry looked at Dobby angrily.

Dobby smiled sadly, and then it suddenly rushed out of the room and ran to the kitchen...

Harry hurriedly followed it downstairs, and then he discovered that Dobby was floating a cake high up.

"Dobby!"

Harry was startled; if the cake was knocked over now, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would definitely think he was doing it on purpose.

Their relationship had finally become a bit more harmonious, and he didn't want it to go back to how it was before.

"Sir, this is for... your own good!"

With a plop.

The cake shattered on the floor.

The walls and windows were all splattered with cake.

"Brother!"

Darren rushed over from the living room.

He knew that Dobby was unreliable. The so-called "for Harry's own good" was just to get Harry into trouble. Hmm, it even rhymed. Fortunately, he wasn't there.

Harry was trembling with anger, and looked like he was about to cry when he saw Darren.

"Alright, brother, what's wrong? Can you tell me?"

"It's, it's a house-elf, it won't let me go to Hogwarts, and it also..."

Harry said through gritted teeth. It almost made Darren laugh.

Fortunately, Pachi wasn't like that.

However, he quickly suppressed his smile and said anxiously: "Pachi!"

A serious house-elf appeared in the kitchen.

Harry was glad that Darren had closed the kitchen door when he came in, otherwise Mrs. Mason and the others would have seen it.

"Greetings, my two little masters!"

Pachi said gently.

It looked at Darren, its eyes filled with proud smiles.

It had just been reading Mr. Dumbledore's letter to the ancestors of the Potter family.

Mr. Nicolas Flamel actually wanted little master Darren to be his heir. Little master was always so pride-inducing.

"Pachi, brother was just threatened by a house-elf; it won't let brother go to Hogwarts, and it stole our letters."

"Its name is Dobby; can you help us find out whose house-elf that is?"

"Of course, Pachi will definitely find out for my two little masters, but Pachi has to remind little master Darren."

"That house-elf named Dobby is the scum of house-elves!"