A surge of magic erupted from Dobby, sending Lucius Malfoy flying.
Fortunately, Lucius Malfoy's reaction wasn't slow; he quickly pulled out his wand from his sleeve and waved it, allowing himself to land steadily on the ground instead of being directly embedded in the wall.
"Dobby! You!" he said, looking at Dobby furiously.
And Dobby retorted without backing down, "Dobby is free!"
Lucius Malfoy calmly straightened his clothes, snorted, and waved his wand, leaving this troublesome place.
As Lucius Malfoy left, Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The reason he had been holding his breath wasn't fear that Lucius Malfoy would endanger him or his aunt's family; it was purely because he was afraid that if Lucius Malfoy said a few more provocative words in the room, there would be another pile of ash.
Although telling Draco Malfoy, "Your dad is dead," when school started would be satisfying, the little angel Harry was truly a naturally good person.
In his eyes, evil people generally didn't need to die, like Lucius Malfoy, who in his eyes was just a disgusting, morally corrupt, glib middle-aged Wizard.
And Draco Malfoy was just a classmate who loved to be a jerk.
As for Greyback.
"Professor, this puddle of..." Harry asked, pointing at the ashes on the ground.
"Oh, that... I'm not good at household magic, Petunia Dursley, where's the vacuum cleaner? I'll help you clean it up," Kayson said subconsciously.
"No, no, no... No need, I'll do it myself later."
"No need, no need, Dobby can!" Dobby simply snapped his fingers, and a gentle breeze swept up the dust on the ground. He then picked up the silk scarf and gently shook it, and the silk scarf regained its luster.
Petunia, however, still didn't want to take the silk scarf... after all, it was already unclean.
"Professor, I was asking why this person... why you killed him," Harry asked again, this time very clearly.
"Oh... a person who deserved to die, Remus Lupin can explain the specifics to you," Kayson said, lowering his gaze and calculating.
For Harry to free Dobby, Petunia Dursley's silk scarf had a soul ring attached to it... and he was his own student.
His parents died fighting Lord Voldemort, Dumbledore was not involved, and his other relatives and friends were not by his side; if he didn't help him, who would?
Soon, he fumbled in his pocket for a long time... but couldn't find it.
"Um... Petunia Dursley, what's the price of this silk scarf?" Kayson asked, somewhat pained, pulling out his wallet containing pounds.
"No, no, no.... No, no need," Petunia quickly shook her head, afraid that if she was a little slower, she too would turn to ash.
Kayson, however, reluctantly picked up the silk scarf himself.
Well, Burberry, a genuine high-end silk scarf from old England, with an official price fluctuating between one hundred and eight hundred pounds.
"Ah...." Kayson pondered for a moment, then, with a pained expression, counted out about eight hundred pounds from his wallet and placed it on the table, pressing it down with a cup.
"Alright, Vernon Dursley, Petunia Dursley, and... Dudley Dursley, I hope we haven't scared you. This is compensation for your silk scarf. We'll be leaving now... Harry Potter will be with us for about half a day. We'll bring him back before dinner."
Kayson said, signaling Harry Potter to quickly go upstairs and get dressed. Remus Lupin and Dobby then cleaned up everything in the room that Greyback had messed up. Soon, Harry Potter ran down wearing his coat and ran straight out the door, only stopping to wait for Kayson and the others.
"God bless you all," Kayson said, not forgetting to bid farewell to the Dursley Family with a common blessing from ordinary people before leaving.
It wasn't until Kayson and the others, plus Dobby, had all left that the Dursley Family, huddled in the corner of the room, slowly stood up. Dudley Dursley suddenly spoke, "He's quite stylish, isn't he?"
"Hmm, he's a gentleman. It would be even better if he were a normal person," Vernon Dursley nodded and said.
"What do you think, Mom?"
...Indeed, at least he's the most cultivated Wizard I know of.
.....
"How about going to Diagon Alley? You must be tired of my office," Kayson suggested to the other three.
"Alright."
"Then let's go our separate ways and meet at the ice cream shop. My Ender Teleportation can't carry people... Remus Lupin, you take Harry Potter and... Dobby." With that, Kayson directly disappeared using Ender Teleportation.
Kayson, who arrived first, ordered four ice creams, and soon Remus Lupin and the other two walked into the small shop.
"Come over quickly," Kayson waved.
"Is there one for Dobby too!" Dobby squeaked, looking at Kayson pushing an ice cream in front of him.
"Apparently, yes, eat without worry," Kayson said.
Harry Potter suddenly remembered something: "Oh, Professor, I need to go to the restroom." With that, he quickly ran out of the ice cream shop.
"...What's wrong with him?" Remus Lupin asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Didn't I say? He's going to the restroom."
"I mean... Oh, I think I know what he's going to do." Remus Lupin suddenly realized, remembering when they were still at the Dursleys, Kayson had taken out a wad of pounds with a pained expression to compensate Petunia for her silk scarf.
And Harry Potter must have noticed the scene at the time, so now he's probably going to Gringotts to withdraw money.
"What do you know now?" Kayson Touch his chin, somewhat confused: "You can tell, but why can't I?"
"Maybe everyone's talent points are different," Remus Lupin said, looking at Dobby across from him: "Your name is Dobby, right? Can you tell what Harry Potter is going to do?"
Dobby nodded: "Dobby can certainly tell. Harry Potter is a good boy, a great person. He knows how to repay kindness and will naturally choose..."
"Hey, don't say it, this is enough," Remus Lupin suddenly laughed, waving his hand at Dobby to stop him.
Something a House-elf could figure out, but Kayson couldn't.
He looked at Kayson, who was engrossed in eating ice cream, with a hint of amusement. He really didn't know how someone with such low emotional intelligence could be so popular.
But upon closer thought, it was actually normal.
It was precisely this unadorned, unpolished kindness that made it so precious.
This genuine praise or sharp tongue from a pure heart, sometimes, was truly much better than so-called high emotional intelligence and flattering people in various ways.
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