Harry Potter and the Virtue of Miss Potter

"Then you must not have met a good wizard."

“No, no! Dobby has flattered his master,” Dobby walked to the wardrobe and banged his head hard. “Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! Bad…”

"No! Dobby! Please!" Harry couldn't let the Masons downstairs hear what was going on upstairs.

Wu Mu immediately rushed over and hugged Dobi. "Dobi, listen to me, we can't let the people downstairs hear us, or my brother and I will be doomed! Be quiet and sit there, okay?" Wu Mu slowly let go of Dobi's arms.

"Dobby almost spoke ill of the family just now. Dobby has dedicated his life to supporting the same family."

"If I'm not mistaken, it's either the Perkins or the Malfoy family, right?" To avoid suspicion, Wu Mu mentioned two families.

“It’s the Malfoys. Dobby can’t let them know that Dobby is here, but Dobby has to come.”

"Is something important, Dobby?"

"Dobby must protect Harry Potter and Amur Potter and warn them that they absolutely cannot return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year. There is a conspiracy, a conspiracy that will lead to something terrible."

"A conspiracy? How cool." Wu Mu was very interested in conspiracies.

"No, this is not cool at all, Amu Porter, it's a terrible thing."

"Who is planning this conspiracy?" After that close call, Harry was finally no longer just a little lion who only listened.

"No! Dobby can't say! It's too much trouble!" Dobby looked a little agitated.

"Okay, I understand. Dobby can't say."

"Don't make me say it, I..." Dobby jumped onto the table and smashed his head with a lamp.

"Dobby! You! Put it down right now!" Wu Mu didn't want to cause any more trouble.

“But Dobby…” Dobby stopped what he was doing when he realized that Wu Mu was angry.

“We don’t have that many rules here, Dobby. I won’t be like the Malfoys.” Wumu put down the lamp from Dobby’s hand and hugged Dobby’s belly, hoping that this would calm Dobby down for a while.

But such a loud noise was bound to attract the attention of that big idiot Dursley, who still came looking for them.

Hearing footsteps, the two quickly locked Dobby in the closet.

What are you doing here?

"We are..."

Dobby pushed the wardrobe open a crack, but Harry pushed him back in, and Ambition immediately pressed the wardrobe door shut.

"I just tripped and fell, and when I got up I accidentally bumped into the cabinet. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make a sound." Wu Mu knew Harry couldn't come up with a reason.

"Keep your legs to yourself, or I'll make you suffer a terrible death." With that threat, the big idiot Dursley went downstairs.

"Dobby! Now you know why we told you to be quiet!" Wumu opened the cabinet door.

“We don’t belong here. We belong to your world, Hogwarts. We only have friends there.”

"And now you've taken all the letters. Give them back to us, Dobby."

“Harry Potter, Aww Potter, please don’t be angry with Dobby. Dobby is thinking that if they think their friends have forgotten them, they might not want to go back to Hogwarts.” Dobby pulled out a thick stack of envelopes and two small boxes.

"Give me the letter! Quick!" Dobby tried to run away, so he opened the door and ran downstairs.

"No! Dobby! No!" In a moment of panic, Wumu lunged down the stairs, trying his best to grab Dobby without making a sound.

"Walmur! Are you alright?" Harry ran over and helped Walmur up.

"It's alright. I've been at Hogwarts for so long, I'm used to these kinds of ordinary injuries."

Dobby saw the cake in front of him, snapped his fingers, and as the two of them looked at the cake, Dobby broke free from Wumu's arms.

"No! Dobby! I beg you!"

"Please don't! Dobby!"

"Then Harry Potter and O'Maw Potter promised Dobby they would never go to Hogwarts again."

That's our home!

“Then Dobby has to do it!” Dobby slowly moved the cake toward Mrs. Mason.

Seeing this, Harry and Iam had no choice but to run over quickly to get the cake back.

Harry followed right behind the cake, while Ayman cautiously stood behind Mrs. Mason, trying to seize the opportunity to grab her.

The Dursleys, seeing the cake flying in, pretended to be calm and chatted, constantly giving the two little Potters meaningful glances.

When Wumu reached for it, the cake suddenly flew even higher. She jumped up, and although she was agile and could jump very high, Dobi moved the cake again, and it just brushed past Wumu's hand.

"Smack!" The cake still landed on Mrs. Mason's head.

"I'm really sorry, my two nephews have some mental issues. They tend to have outbursts whenever they see people, so we've been keeping them locked upstairs."