There are square, regular buildings on both sides of this road. All the houses look similar. Vernon Dursley's family lives at No. 4 Privet Drive. They are neat, orderly and nothing weird.
and unusual places.
At least... there is no sign that three wizards will appear here at the same time.
The second floor of the Dursley's house, Harry's bedroom.
Snapped.
Just when Harry and his godfather had just discussed the plan to live together for the next summer and were about to leave the bedroom and go to the dining room downstairs to help Harry's Aunt Petunia prepare dinner, there was a sudden sound of a heavy object falling from the bed.
"Back off! Harry, stand behind me."
Before Harry could react, Sirius Black quickly pulled out his wand and quickly stood in front of him.
"Who? Answer my question, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"
Sirius Black looked at the figure who suddenly appeared in the room with a wary face and shouted sharply.
Although the wizarding world generally believes that not many Death Eaters will continue to follow Voldemort since Voldemort is gone, Black, who has been in Azkaban for nearly ten years, knows very well that among the Death Eaters, except for some members of the Malfoy family,
In addition to those kind of wallflowers, there are indeed many die-hard lunatics.
"Wait, Blake, don't do anything... That person seems to be..."
Harry, who was caught off guard and pulled behind him by his godfather, poked his head out and glanced at the mysterious visitor lying on the bed in his bedroom. He was slightly stunned. He had light yellow hair and fluffy Slytherin wizard robes... This was——
"Draco? Why are you here?!"
Harry cried out in surprise, passed Sirius Black, walked straight to Draco, grabbed his hand, pulled him up from his bed, and hugged Malfoy like a brother.
Draco Lucius's son, Draco Malfoy?
Sirius Black looked at the pale boy not far away and frowned heavily.
As the godfather of Harry Potter, in addition to the investigation of the Dursleys, what he learned more about after he was released from prison was the life of little Harry on the Hogwarts campus in the past year, and about the Malfoy family.
Children will naturally be familiar with it.
Strictly speaking, Draco was even considered his nephew.
After all, Draco's mother Narcissa Malfoy happens to be Sirius Black's cousin, although neither Black nor Malfoy seems to take this blood relationship too seriously - in order to maintain the status of the pure-blood family
, most pure-blood families in the magical world have certain marriage relationships.
"Do you still need to ask? Because today is your birthday, Potter..."
Draco Malfoy stood up straight, shook off Harry's arm on his shoulders, and stared into his eyes.
"But before that, I have to ask you a question before I decide whether I want to send you birthday wishes - I have clearly agreed to keep in touch. Why do I write to you every day, but you don't reply to any of them?
Pass me?!"
"Although it may sound incredible, you must listen to my explanation."
Facing Draco Malfoy's aggressive questioning, Harry brushed his hair and said anxiously.
"In the past month, all the letters you wrote to me have been intercepted by a house elf, and my uncle only allowed me to send letters once. If I want to release Hedwig again, I can only send it to you.
Only when you reply..."
"Oh? Really? A house elf that hangs around your house all day long and specially intercepts your letters?"
Draco Malfoy raised his eyebrows and snorted noncommittally.
"yes."
Harry nodded helplessly and replied dejectedly.
Although he didn't know much about house elves, magical creatures that only appeared in ancient wizarding families, but due to his experience at Hogwarts in the past year, Harry really couldn't figure out what he had offended.
A student of which wizarding family, so much so that the other party specially sent a house elf to cut off the connection between him and his friends.
Of course, Harry himself knew that unless he saw something like this with his own eyes, it would not be very convincing.
Ignoring Harry's somewhat depressed mood, Malfoy raised his eyebrows and asked casually.
"You just said...that your uncle allowed you to send a letter once? Are you asking the eldest sister for help?"
"No, how did I know that such a thing would happen at that time. Of course, the first time I wrote to you was as promised."
As he spoke, Harry subconsciously raised his head and glanced at his godfather who was hesitant to speak behind him. After thinking about it, he chose to try to explain it himself first - the only witness was the house elf of his godfather's family, and it seemed that he had no idea.
So convincing.
"But if my guess is correct, the letter I sent you was probably intercepted by the elf named Dobby."
"Wait, more...than?"
Draco Malfoy, who was a little happy after hearing the first half of the sentence, suddenly became startled and frowned suddenly.
"How do you know who intercepted your letter? I mean, the elf's name..."
"Actually, I'm not sure, but the little guy keeps saying [Dobby wants to protect Harry Potter], [Dobby is doing this for Mr. Potter's own good], [Mr. Potter should listen to Dobby]...
…So I guess that’s what his name should be.”
Harry replied weakly and spread his hands helplessly.
Dobby? How could it be Dobby? Is it the same name or similar pronunciation?
The doubts on Draco Malfoy's face became more and more obvious. After being silent for a while, he asked softly.
"What does that house elf look like - no, they all look similar - well, Harry, do you remember what kind of 'clothes' that mean guy who intercepted your letters was wearing?!"
I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but Draco Malford emphasized the word ‘clothes’.
"Um." Harry thought for a few seconds and said with some uncertainty, "I didn't see it clearly, but I remember that it seemed to be wearing an old pillowcase that had been washed white. By the way, there were some scars on its ears.
——What, Draco, do you know whose house elf this is? I almost forgot, you should have been a guest in some wizarding families..."
"I……"
Draco Malfoy had no words to respond for a moment, and his thoughts fell into chaos.
There is no doubt that judging from Harry's description, it is most likely their house elf.
But - how could it be Dobby?! How could it be Dobby?!
In the entire Malfoy Manor, there are only three wizards who can give orders to Dobby. Apart from himself, only his father Lucius Malfoy and mother Narcissa Malfoy can give orders to Dobby.
However, Draco Malfoy really couldn't understand why his parents did this, and he didn't know how to answer Harry next. You must know that he was originally planning to come over to ask for punishment, but now like this——
"Humph, of course he knows the house elf who intercepted your envelope."
At this moment, Harry and Draco suddenly heard a disdainful snort in their ears.
Sirius Black walked over expressionlessly, pulled his godson away from Draco, looked up and down very slowly at Draco Malfoy, who was shaking and pale, and said coldly.
"Because, that's the Malfoy family, the house elf of their own family - if I didn't show up today, do you think you can become Harry's only friend with this little trick?! Sure enough,
I have long known that Lucius Malfoy's son is not a simple-minded little wizard."
"No, no, I really don't know..."
Draco Malfoy's eyes widened suddenly, and he defended quickly in a panic.
He felt himself trembling, not because he was afraid of the menacing Sirius Black, but because he suddenly had a complicated emotion of being deceived by his parents, misunderstood by his friends, unable to even defend himself, mixed with fear and anger.
"That's enough, I don't want to listen to the Malfoy family's excuses. Now, get out of here!"
Black narrowed his eyes, interrupted Draco's words directly, and looked down at the little wizard in front of him.
"Today is Harry's birthday. Don't force me to cast a curse on you. Since you are my nephew, I won't hold you accountable for setting up Harry this time. But from now on in school, leave Harry."
Stay away!"
"I……"
A blush of embarrassment appeared on Draco Malfoy's face, he clenched the unfinished birthday letter in his hand, gritted his teeth hard, took a deep breath, and opened the finger that Black was pointing at his nose.
, said word by word.
"I didn't send Dobby to intercept Harry's envelope. I swear on the honor of the Malfoy family! And what happened in this, I will find out later! As for things in school, it's up to you for the time being.
It’s not up to you to take care of it!”
"I'm sorry, I was worried about your situation, so I secretly came here to celebrate your birthday..."
Immediately afterwards, Draco turned his head to look at Harry, who was standing aside, and curled his lips unnaturally.
"Anyway, just hope you're fine... Then I'll go back first... Well, um... Hedwig, can you lend me a loan first? I'll write a letter and ask the chubby chicken from Hogwarts under the eldest sister's head to be shipped quickly.
I'll send you back to Malfoy Manor..."
"I'm sorry, I don't think that's possible."
Harry regained his composure and replied without any tact.
Draco was startled for a moment, then sighed slowly and long, with a look of disappointment on his face.
Harry walked past his godfather again, walked to Draco, and looked into his gray eyes very seriously.
"Tonight is my birthday party. If you leave, you won't be able to blow out the candles with me. I don't want to have friends come to celebrate my birthday only to have to leave before even staying at home for a few minutes.
Already."
"Harry, that elf..." Blake frowned and couldn't help but remind him again.
"I know it's the Malfoy elf, but what does it matter?"
Harry Potter nodded quickly and replied firmly.
"I believe Draco, he is not the kind of person you said. Besides, he is already my first friend in the wizarding world and my best friend in Hogwarts. If I don't have him on my birthday,
I will feel very sorry for you."
"Even...he is a Slytherin?"
As if something suddenly occurred to him, Sirius Black said in a leisurely tone.
Harry turned his head and looked at his godfather, who was half a head taller than him, and mustered up the courage to respond seriously.
"No matter what house he is from, a friend is a friend. Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw...it doesn't matter which house he is in. This is what the eldest sister has always said, and it is also
Something we’ve always believed in.”
"……alright, I got it."
Sirius Black raised his eyebrows and glanced at Harry's green eyes.
"You are really the son of Lily and James. You are exactly the same as your parents. You have inherited all the advantages of your father and mother's characters...James will definitely be proud of you, and you will surpass you."
Father’s.”
"As for you, kid...you just said that you escaped secretly?"
Sirius turned his head, looked at Draco who was standing next to Harry, and pursed his lips.
A kid who ran away from an ancient wizarding family that upheld the concept of pure blood. Why did this script sound so exciting and familiar to him? He always felt like he had seen it somewhere before. He was indeed his nephew.
What?
If you think about it carefully, because you insisted on being friends with Potter, Lily, and Lupine, you had to completely break with your family in the end, and even your name was removed from the family tapestry by your gentle and lovely old mother. Isn't this the kind of person you are?
?
Sirius Black had a thoughtful look in his eyes and looked at Draco standing in front of him.
In this case, why not... just help him again.
"Malfoy, um, I mean Draco," Sirius Black paused for two seconds and asked seriously, "After tonight's dinner, Harry will stay at my house for a while. If you
If you don’t know how to go home and face Lucius’s stinky face at the moment, why not… consider hiding in the old house where your mother once lived for a while?”
You know, the house located at 12 Grimmauld Place has almost all the confidentiality measures known to the wizarding world.
It cannot be plotted on the map, and a house number invisibility spell has been cast. Except for the door that can be entered, all the windows have been solidified and transferred to seal off the external intrusion channels.
In other words, except for the Black family, almost no one can visit.
Sirius Black smacked his lips, holding the two boys' shoulders and walking towards the living room downstairs with excitement on his face.
If Lucius Malfoy found out that his son suddenly ran away from home and disappeared into an unknown corner of the world, his expression would be quite wonderful - just thinking about it makes people full of expectations.
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