Vol 2 Chapter 77: Dobby the house elf

　　 Harry, who lives on Privet Road, feels that this holiday is not too bad.
　　 Since returning from school at Hogwarts, the Dursleys had originally looked at his dislikeness and did not know how many percentage points had risen.
　　 Or do they desperately want to die outside?
　　 Harry always thinks like this sometimes.
　　 All of Harry's things were hidden by the Dursleys, although Harry knew they were locked there.
　　 But the crazy Uncle Dursley would go there every day to check it out. During the day, Aunt Petunia would not let him out at all. Harry was not allowed to use the toilet on the first floor even when he went to the bathroom. Harry could only stay in his small room and do nothing every day.
　　 But the good news is that due to the issuance of the ban, Harry has a lot less housework than before.
　　 Compared with these, Harry wants to finish his summer homework as soon as possible. When he thought of Hermione's terrifying eyes and Snape's cynicism, Harry felt that he had no good way to survive.
　　 Speaking of Hermione, it has to be said that Harry has not received any letter from anyone during the whole vacation, Ron, Hermione, and Fanlin. There was no news even on Harry's birthday today.
　　 But looking at the scene before him, Harry had to get through the crisis before him. Harry looked at the abnormal house elf in front of him with a look of horror. Harry didn't know he had said something wrong. The house elf was smashing Harry's desk with his head frantically.
　　 "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"
　　 "Don't do this—what are you doing?" Harry hissed, jumped up and pulled Dobby back onto the bed. With a loud hiss, Haiwei woke up and slapped his wings against the railing of the cage.
　　 "Sir, Dobby has to punish himself," the elf said, his eyes slightly squinted.
　　 "Dobby serves a family of wizards."
　　 "Dobby is the elf of a house-his duty is to always serve a house and a family..."
　　 "Do they know you are here?" Harry asked curiously.
"Oh no, sir, no... sir, Dobby will have to punish himself severely for seeing you. Dobby will have his ears caught in the oven door because of this. If you let them know, sir— "
"But wouldn't they know that you put your ears on the oven door?" "Sir, Dobby guess they know. Dobby always punishes himself for something, sir. They don't care about Dobby going on. Do it. Sometimes they remind me to do some extra punishment..."
　　 "But why didn't you leave? Run away?" Harry didn't understand Dobby's thinking.
"A little elf must not be released, sir. This family will never liberate Dobby... Dobby will continue to work for this family until it dies, sir..." Dobby sobbed, seemingly crying sad.
　　 Harry's eyes widened.
　　 "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." Harry said apologetically, watching Dobby feel so sad that Harry blamed himself very much.
　　 "Offensive Dobby!" The elf choked. "Dobby has never been apologized by a wizard...like a peer..."
　　 "Your master is really terrible!" Harry said angrily, "They shouldn't be doing this to you."
　　In Harry's eyes, Dobby was worse than a slave in ancient times.
　　 "Yes." Dobby replied habitually, but immediately he realized what he had said.
　　 "Bad Dobby, Bad Dobby..."
　　 Dobby kept yelling, grabbing a lamp in his hand and hitting his ugly nose.
　　 "Give him to me!"
　　 Harry snatched it over, he didn't understand what he had done wrong again.
　　 "No, Harry Potter." Dobby stepped back, "Dobby said bad things about his master. Dobby must punish himself. This is a principle that a house elf should have."
　　 The dull knocking sound rang from Harry's room again.
　　 Harry felt like he was going to be driven crazy by this house elf.
　　 "Stop it, it... I told you to stop!" Harry also touched his own wand from there.
　　 "PetificusTotalus (all petrochemical)!"
　　 The world finally calmed down. Today was an important day for the Dursleys to entertain customers. Harry didn't want to be hungry for a while.
　　 "Hey, listen to me, if you don't want to cause any trouble, I hope you can sit down honestly for a while."
　　 Harry seemed to be talking to himself. He just wanted to lift Dobby's spell, but the situation before him caught him off guard.
　　 Dobby lifted Harry's curse himself, he cried even more sadly, and his head hit the cabinet gradually.
　　 "The Dalina boy must have forgotten to turn off the TV, I will go up and take a look." Uncle Dursley's voice came from downstairs, and Harry cried out inwardly.
　　 "Quick! Go to the closet!" Harry booed in and stuffed Dobby in, and as soon as he closed the door, the was unscrewed.
　　 "What the are you doing?" Uncle Vernon said, gnashing his teeth before Harry's eyes. UU reading www. uukanshu.com
　　 "Sorry." Harry pushed his glasses, and he looked very nervous at the moment.
　　 Just then, the wardrobe door opened.
　　 Harry saw this situation and quickly closed the cabinet door. But it didn't work, Dobby always wanted to get out of the closet.
　　 Uncle Vernon looked suspiciously at the closet, and Harry could see the disappearance of the dinner from Uncle Vernon's eyes.
　　 "As you can see, Uncle Vernon." Ha used his hand to push the closet door forcefully.
　　 "There is something wrong with the door of this closet."
　　 "Damn it." Uncle Vernon didn't have time to think about it so much, and there was a deep disgust in the tone of his speech.
　　 "As soon as possible...fix this door for me." Vernon's face was completely purple.
　　 "You know, everything you use is ours, boy! If something goes wrong with this wardrobe, you won’t have dinner for a week."
　　 "Okay... okay, Uncle Vernon." Harry stammered. He was very thankful that Vernon hadn't inspected the cabinet.
　　 "You know what you just spoiled the wonderful part of my conversation." Vernon grabbed Harry by the collar with one hand
　　 "...If you make a little more noise, you don't want to live, kid!"
　　 After speaking, Vernon pushed Harry a little, sorted his clothes with his hands, and put on that ugly smile again. He will continue to receive the Masons.
　　 With this heavy closing of the door, Harry's heart was put down, and he lay down on the bed, gasping for breath.
　　 Harry was very suspicious at this moment, whether he had a fake birthday, and luckily there was no soup for dinner, this might be the best news.