Chapter 248: Dobby Sent by Lucius Malfoy?
"And Sirius." Draco added helplessly.
Kreacher then closed his mouth, but still muttered unwillingly against his fleshy nose as big as a pig's.
Harry watched all this in shock. This elf was simply the opposite of Dobby. He was as annoying as Dobby was pathetic.
"How did you—" Harry looked at Sirius.
"Not Molly yet. She trusts house elves more than me, especially in a car that has not yet been tested for actual flight." Sirius shrugged.
At the same time, Harry noticed from the corner of his eye that the curtains in his house were suddenly drawn up, making it look airtight.
It seemed that Uncle Vernon had noticed their arrival.
"The old traitor with dirty blood and his little brats, Kreacher can only protect them. My poor mistress, if she knew something underground, what would she say to old Kreacher? Oh, how shameful, poor old Kreacher, what can he do—" Kreacher found another loophole.
Kreacher was like a veteran who had been working for many years. He easily found the loopholes in his master's orders and went to break through them.
Dobby was an honest child in comparison.
Harry couldn't help but think after hearing Kreacher's dirty words again.
"Shut up, Kreacher! Don't mention my mother." Sirius couldn't help scolding, just when Kreacher wanted to continue to say something, "And don't mention Ron and his family!"
Kreacher finally closed his mouth unwillingly.
"Don't be surprised, Harry. He stayed alone for too long, received some crazy orders from my mother's portrait, and talked to himself. But he was a hateful elf even before that." Sirius turned his head and said.
"Harry, why haven't you answered my question yet?" Ron interrupted.
"It's a house elf. His little master is a fan of mine. Knowing that this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a dangerous person, he sent him to prevent me from returning to Hogwarts." Harry shrugged.
"Dangerous person? The mysterious man is no match for you, Harry. His little master must be a little kid who hasn't gone to school yet." Ron said.
"That's right." Draco nodded in agreement.
"Harry, there are independent news channels among house elves. Harry, do you know the name of that elf?" Sirius suddenly turned serious and looked at Kreacher. "Kreacher, answer our questions seriously in a moment."
"—Back from Azkaban, he is now dictating Kreacher. My mistress! Old Kreacher can only listen to the prodigal's orders."
"What would she say if she knew that the young master spent a large sum of gold as soon as he came back? She swore that she would not recognize him as her son, and now he is back again and spending money indiscriminately. It is said that he is still a murderer—" Kreacher muttered a stream of sarcastic remarks about Sirius, but reluctantly agreed.
Regarding these words, Sirius looked completely unbothered. It seemed that as long as Kreacher didn't insult other people, he didn't care.
He looked at Harry, and Ron and Draco also looked over curiously. They all wanted to know who the little master was.
But Ron was thinking more, I hope it's not a little girl. Ginny will cry again if she finds out.
"His name is Dobby," Harry said calmly.
Draco and Ron both gasped, though Ron's reaction was a little slower.
"Dobby?" Draco echoed.
"Harry, you haven't forgotten, have you?" Ron added.
Harry looked confused, as if he was the only one in the world who didn't understand.
Fortunately, Sirius was still with him. Sirius was also puzzled, but he turned to Kreacher and signaled with his eyes for him to answer quickly.
"Dobby? Lucky Dobby! Oh, it's not like old Kreacher who can only serve the rebellious young master."
"How great to be with the kind-hearted Miss Sissi!" For the first time, Kreacher's old face wasn't full of resentment towards Sirius — instead it was jealousy, jealousy toward Dobby.
"Is he lucky? Dobby often abuses himself! Not only did his master not stop him, but he even told him to increase his efforts!" Harry asked in confusion.
Ron and Draco, who had been about to explain, immediately shut their mouths after hearing Harry's words.
"Harry Potter doesn't understand. It's Dobby's fault. Dobby is a shameful elf." Kreacher spat harshly, then with a look of fear as though he had spoken Voldemort's name, he whispered: "Dobby thinks about—thinks about—freedom all day long!"
"What's wrong with that?" Harry demanded.
He couldn't understand why Dobby couldn't pursue freedom in a place that clearly hated and abused him. His sudden anger made him forget that Ron and Draco had seemed odd earlier.
"Harry Potter, a house elf has no right to be unhappy. How dare you comment on his master's attitude! Kreacher cannot understand! Kreacher has not fallen to that level yet! Kreacher is ashamed of freedom!" Kreacher said angrily, his gray eyes glaring.
But strangely, even though he was offended to this degree, Kreacher still didn't insult Harry — even though Harry was a half-blood. Instead he muttered bitterly: "Poor Miss Sissi, young master Draco, surrounded by such an elf. What will happen if my mistress learns of it? But Kreacher can only serve the young master, there is no other way."
"Draco?" Harry turned.
"Dobby belongs to your family!"
"Did you send Dobby to intercept these letters?" Harry looked at him in disbelief.
"Yes, but I didn't send Dobby." Draco frowned, clearly confused. "Besides, I don't even know who the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will be next semester."
"It must be Lucius!" Sirius suddenly shouted.
"I knew he must have wanted to cut off the contact between you and Harry."
"I saw it last time. He was the only one who cared that the Malfoys were the only ones!" Sirius analyzed sharply.
"What about my letter? And yours?" Ron pointed at the letters Harry held.
"Lucius mentioned a marriage with the Parkinson family last time. He must be afraid of Draco's opposition, so he cut off your contact first — including mine and Harry's."
"It's also possible that the house elf named Dobby intercepted all of Harry's letters to prevent any third-party contact." Sirius concluded firmly.
"Yes, I was urged by my father to contact Pansy today. I asked why he didn't stop me from writing to Harry. It turns out he still had this trick." Draco nodded.
House elves could not act without their master's orders — even Dobby.
Draco thought so grimly.
(End of this chapter)
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
If you like the story please give it some power stones and reviews. And if you want to read 40+ advance chapters or just want to support me please join my patreon at [email protected]/Translatingfanfics