Chapter 259

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

"Dobby..."

Dobby said a whole 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 too..."

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

Dobby went on and on again, and Harry carefully asked it 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 *thud* sound.

Harry heard Darren's apologetic voice from 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, dear little Darren, you are truly a little angel. Go on, if your brother is alright, you can have him come down together..."

Harry's heart jumped into 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'll scare Darren. I'll have him prepare himself mentally, and then I'll 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 alright? Did a bad person come here?"

"It's nothing, I accidentally knocked over the wardrobe, I've already tidied it up. You go down quickly and explain to Mrs. Mason for me!"

Harry said hurriedly.

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

Darren was very clean; he would suffocate. He might have to call Pocky to handle 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 kid, he had told him to go down and accompany Mrs. Mason, but he wouldn't go.

Now he was suffering, wasn't he?

So he looked at Harry with concern, and finding he wasn't injured, he nodded and said: "Then brother, I'll go down. If anything happens, remember to call me!"

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

Harry reminded him hurriedly.

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

He was a bit worried.

"Okay, brother!"

Darren nodded obediently.

After watching Darren leave, Harry called Dobby out.

"Alright, have you seen? My 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, and Harry noticed there were many letters from Slytherin girls; these were for Darren.

Of course, there was also a lot of 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 Darren's too?

"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 and made 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 making a cake float high in the air.

"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.

It had been so hard to make their relationship a bit more harmonious; he didn't want it to go back to how it was before.

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

*Snap. *

The cake shattered on the floor.

The walls and windows were splattered with cake.

"Brother!"

Darren rushed over from the living room.

He knew that Dobby character was unreliable. The so-called "for Harry's good" was just to mess Harry up. Hmm, that actually rhymes. Good thing he wasn't there.

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

"Alright, brother, what exactly happened? 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, Pocky wasn't like that.

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

A stern 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.

"Greetings, young masters!"

Pocky said gently.

It looked at Darren, a proud smile appearing in its eyes.

It had just been reciting Mr. Dumbledore's letter to the Potter ancestors' portraits.

Mr. Nicolas Flamel actually wanted young master Darren to be his heir. The young master was always so pride-worthy.

"Pocky, 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 it is?"

"Of course, Pocky will definitely find out for the two young masters, but Pocky must remind young master Darren.

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