Everyday Players at Hogwarts

"Oh, young Master Draco has learned bad things, how shameless he is." Kreacher just muttered a few words this time and then fell silent. His head turned to the side where Dobby was not visible, as if to avoid something. Deadly infectious bacteria.

But no one cared what Kreacher said.

"Dobby, if I ever want to—" This was Draco.

"Dobby is a free elf and can obey anyone he likes, including his little master." Dobby's round eyes widened, showing two rows of teeth, and looked at him blankly with a smile. Draco.

"That's enough," Draco said hoarsely.

"Dobby, would you like to come to my house? I need an elf at home." Ron almost couldn't help but say this, but he only dared to think about it in his mind.

Even Ron knew that now was not the time to say this.

He planned to wait a few minutes before speaking.

"Dobby, you can go to Hogwarts later. If there is any place that can accept a paid elf, it is Dumbledore." Draco, who knew Dobby's thoughts after freedom, said.

"Great! Wise little master! As expected of you!"

"How could Dobby not think of that? Most wizards don't want a house elf who wants to be paid. That's not the quality of a house elf. ('Don't Dobby know that? Shame on Dobby.' This is Kreacher )"

"This way I can keep an eye on that person at Hogwarts and protect the little master, Harry Potter, and Wei Zi!" Dobby said cheerfully.

"My name is not Wei Zai, why can't you remember my name? My name is Ron Weasley." Ron complained.

"Okay Wei Zai!" Dobby nodded, indicating that he remembered.

"Dobby, I'm just worried about my dad getting into trouble with you."

"If it's true what you said, Dobby, I order you to pay attention to safety and stay away from the younger version of the mysterious man after arriving at Hogwarts." Draco said worriedly.

"Dobby, I also ask you not to do that. According to your words, 'I am the great Harry Potter'. How can the younger version of Tom Riddle be my opponent?" Harry also said. .

He also felt that it was very dangerous. Last school year, no little wizards were killed despite Dumbledore's plan.

But didn’t the trolls and innocent unicorns lose their lives because of this?

Next school year, the young version of Voldemort will probably be used as a consumable to suppress the curse, and the young wizard's life should not be in danger.

But Dobby is not a wizard. What if in Dumbledore's eyes he is the same as the unicorn who died in vain?

This is not guaranteed.

"Dobby is free. Dobby doesn't have to listen to you."

"Dobby is going to Hogwarts!" Before Harry and the others could persuade him to stay, Dobby disappeared.

"I still have something to say!" Ron muttered in a low voice with his head downcast.

This slightly resentful expression actually possesses Kreacher's 70% skill.

After a while, the four of them sat in the turquoise car, Harry sat next to Sirius, Ron and Draco sat together, and next to Draco was Kreacher.

But this time Kreacher no longer looked honored to sit with Draco when he first arrived, but instead looked honored and a little disappointed.

Disappointment that his former master's pure-blood grandnephew and his young master were bad teachers.

"Miss Sissi will be so sad if she finds out." Kreacher muttered.

Harry didn't pay attention to everything in the back seat, and even the news about the teenage version of Lord Voldemort didn't worry Harry. The sense of relief that Dobby was free and that Harry had left the Dursleys swept over Harry.

The car window was opened by Sirius. He was familiar with this feeling. He looked at Harry, and it seemed as if he had returned to the scene when he and James were riding motorcycles in the Muggle world when they were young.

"How wonderful!" said Sirius.

"Yes." The warm wind flapped Harry's hair, and the roofs of Privet Drive were gradually shrinking below. Looking at all this, "Wuhu! See you next summer!"

Harry leaned back in his chair, grinning from ear to ear.

"Let Hedwig out," he said to Ron. "Dobby probably hasn't flown around much these days. I wonder why he's so fat."

Draco handed the cage to Ron, and a moment later Hedwig happily flew out of the car window and glided beside them like a ghost.

"Kreacher, don't talk in the car." Seeing that the atmosphere was good, Sirius gave the order automatically.

"Great job! Sirius. You don't know, my ears are about to get calloused." Ron stretched his head out the window (this is a very dangerous habit, don't learn it if you go down) and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come on, I'm right next to Kreacher, and all his mumblings are related to me." Draco complained angrily.

"Fortunately, Kreacher and Dobby made me understand that there are benefits to not having a house elf at home." Ron sighed.

"The two of them are exceptions." Draco commented professionally.

"By the way, Draco, your father won't scold you, right?" Harry asked worriedly.

"Yes, will this affect your stay at my house and going to Sirius's place later?" Ron was also worried, but his worries were in a completely different direction.

Both Draco and Harry were used to Ron's occasional brain twitches.

Draco didn't hear Ron's words and said to Harry: "My father is a standard Malfoy, and there is not only one elf in my family."

"All I have to do is say that Harry Potter couldn't bear it and couldn't stand it, and I'll let Dobby go."

"Harry, in my father's opinion, maintaining a friendship with you is much more important than a house-elf." Draco said with a sly smile.

"I knew you must have thought about it a long time ago." Ron said knowledgeably. As a Weasley, he knew best what kind of person Malfoy was - he would never suffer any loss.

"What about them?" Harry said.

"They are not Dobby's relatives, and my father will not vent his anger on them." Draco understood Harry's meaning in seconds, even though Harry was in front and couldn't see his face at all.

"I said, will this make Lucius misunderstand your relationship, 'friendship'." Sirius added.

"Relationship? What-" Draco, who understood what it meant, looked like he smelled stinky shit.

"What? Didn't we explain it clearly before?" Harry suddenly felt that the world was getting darker.

"Damn Rita Skeeter!" Ron was indignant, "She can't even remember my name!"

"What if he remembers your name?" Draco said coldly.

"That would be great! Half of the wizards in the wizarding world would know my name - Hey, Draco, who do you think I am?"

"As shameless as Rita Skeeter?" Ron's ears turned red.

"I think so." Harry said with a smile.

Then, except for Ron and Kreacher, who might not know when to be happy, everyone else couldn't help laughing.

A world where only Ron was hurt was born.