Chapter 257: An eyesore of a house-elf!!

Only after Dumbledore confirmed it a hundred times over did he realize that Nicolas Flamel was serious. He also learned the reason why Nicolas Flamel had done such a thing.

He had actually burrowed into Darren's mindscape.

Although the outcome was good, such an action was far too dangerous.

If Darren's intentions had been even slightly impure, Nicolas Flamel would have ended up like someone kissed by a Dementor—a body with only a physical life remaining.

He would have been buried alive in the dirt.

And he would have been unable to embark on any more great adventures with Perenelle. However, adopting Darren...

This should be a good thing.

Darren's future was indeed something he worried about.

The Potter family legacy should be inherited by Harry; he had already communicated this with the portraits of the Potter ancestors.

Although they hadn't given a concrete reply,

the fact that they agreed to let him give the Invisibility Cloak to Harry proved that the Potter family was for Harry, didn't it?

In that case, Darren looked far too pitiful.

So, since Nicolas wanted to nurture Darren, that was a good thing. Nicolas would certainly not let Darren go hungry in the future.

Even if Nicolas didn't give Darren a single penny, the knowledge learned from him would be an even more priceless treasure.

Thinking about it, the Potters should agree.

As for Darren... Nicolas would have to find a way himself; he was not willing to go coaxing a cub again.

He took out some stationery, wrote a long, flowery letter full of praise for Nicolas Flamel, and had Fawkes deliver it to Pocky.

Pocky would read it to the Potter ancestors...

Harry looked at the house-elf before him in astonishment. Yes, he knew house-elves.

Because there was one in the Potter household.

That was a highly respected house-elf.

Every time Pocky stood by Harry's side, Harry always felt it was like a stern elder.

Yet Darren always said Pocky was a very gentle, sentimental elder.

Harry suspected that was Darren's first reaction whenever he saw an elder. But regardless,

Harry felt Pocky was extremely respectable.

It didn't just earn money; it also took care of his and Darren's clothes and regularly bought them supplies.

He didn't know the price of those items, but judging by the looks of others, he knew they were worth a fortune.

At first, he was embarrassed to accept them, but when he learned it was Darren who had asked for them to be bought, he accepted them happily.

Darren was always so thoughtful.

It made him, the older brother, feel embarrassed every time.

But then again, this was also a testament to their deep brotherly bond.

But those were digressions; what he wanted to know was, could there really be such a huge difference between house-elves?

The house-elf in front of him looked a bit like Pocky.

They both had eyes that were surprisingly large, and bat-like ears. What shocked Harry most was that this house-elf looked incredibly dirty.

It was sitting on Darren's bed, and Harry decided that in a moment, he must make Aunt Petunia throw away Darren's quilt and sheets.

If Darren saw this scene, he would definitely be frightened. No, he would be stunk out... and it would be an eyesore.

It was truly too ugly.

Could a house-elf really be this unhygienic?

Fortunately, Darren was currently entertaining guests with Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia.

These were business partners of Uncle Vernon's company, and to prepare for meeting them, Aunt Petunia had prepared a sumptuous feast.

Darren had wanted to drag him along, but he really didn't want to face that kind of scene, so he had pestered and insisted on running upstairs.

Of course, he had been stuffed with enough food by the considerate Darren so that he wouldn't go hungry upstairs.

He was somewhat relieved that Darren didn't have to see this sight. He, as the older brother, would just have to bear it.

"You are, who are you?"

Harry asked cautiously.

He could hear Mrs. Mason downstairs praising Darren for being handsome.

He smiled proudly; Darren was, of course, handsome. What he had always been grateful for was that Darren looked like their mother, which made him feel happy every day when he looked at his younger brother.

His smile was very happy, which caused the house-elf before him to misunderstand.

It bowed deeply to Harry, then shrieked in a high-pitched voice: "Harry Potter! Dobby has always wanted to meet you... My name is Dobby!"

Its voice was extremely loud.

Harry suspected it could be heard downstairs.

Thinking of Uncle Vernon's warning to him before he came up—that if he dared to cause trouble, he would be made to go down and meet the guests—Harry's face turned green...

During this period, because of Darren's mediation, Uncle Vernon was no longer afraid of magic.

But just like before, he felt Harry was unreliable.

Originally, he had intended for Harry to sit quietly downstairs like a wooden stake, but Harry had adamantly refused, and with Darren's persuasion, he had finally agreed to let Harry come up.

If Dobby caused such a disturbance, he feared he might be dragged down.

"You, you keep your voice down!"

"Oh, okay, Dobby just wanted to see Harry Potter so much..."

Dobby wiped his tears with the rags on his body.

Harry's mouth twitched.

Ever since they had Pocky, he had never been sloppy again.

So seeing a house-elf that resembled Pocky acting in such a way, he found it hard to believe.

"You, you came to find me, is there something wrong?"

"Yes... Dobby has something... but Dobby doesn't know where to start... Harry Potter..."

It was hesitant, and Harry was a bit annoyed, but he still said, "Sit down and talk."

He regretted it the moment he said it.

He hoped Darren wouldn't see this scene.

He swore that he would definitely throw away Darren's quilt and sheets after this house-elf left.

"What a polite... Harry Potter!"

Dobby burst into tears.

Harry felt it was simply inexplicable.

"No one has ever... let Dobby sit down..."

Dobby cried very loudly.

Harry opened his mouth; he thought that if Pocky spoke in this tone, he might die.

Although he felt Pocky was a bit stern, at this moment, Harry infinitely missed Pocky's normalcy.

However, this was not Dobby's bottom line. There was something even more speechless for Harry.

Because just after Dobby said this, Dobby suddenly started banging his head against the window with a *thud, thud, thud*.

"Bad Dobby... bad Dobby... speaking ill of the master's family!"

Harry's face turned even greener.

He kind of wanted to call Pocky to take this house-elf away. But thinking of Pocky's stern face, he dismissed the thought. Perhaps, there really was something important!