The King of Flags at Hogwarts

Harry looked at Bobby with pleading eyes, but Bobby shook his head and ignored him.

“Your Majesty! Dobby… Dobby…”

"Is Malfoy plotting something?"

"Dobby... bad Dobby... I can't say... but I can't disobey His Majesty... Dobby..."

"You don't need to say anything, just nod or shake your head, understand?"

Dobby nodded repeatedly.

Bobby asked casually, "Is it that diary, Dobby?"

Dobby's eyes widened even more, and he nodded. "Her Majesty the Queen is truly a great being! She knows everything!"

Harry was stunned again. Could it be that his cousin really had the ability to predict the future, and that he had wronged her about being a jinx?

"So Dobby, you didn't leak Malfoy's plan, and I guessed it myself, didn't I?"

Dobby nodded repeatedly.

"Now that I know everything, is it alright if I ask you about the cause of this matter?"

"Of course, Your Majesty."

As Bobby recounted the events, it was as if she were witnessing what had happened several months prior...

At the end of February, Li Xiaoxiang left Malfoy Estate.

After sending the letter recalling Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy locked himself in his study.

He took out a diary.

Recently, an informant within the Ministry of Magic reported that the ministry was planning a raid on contraband, orchestrated by his arch-nemesis, Arthur Weasley.

This diary was given to him by Voldemort for safekeeping. Although he couldn't see anything amiss, he kept it safe in a secret vault.

He had already prepared to dispose of the diary and other dark magic items, but Voldemort reappeared and came knocking on his door!

He hesitated, holding the notebook, unsure whether to get rid of it or keep it.

He heard Narcissa calling him from outside, so he put his notebook on the table, turned around, and left the study.

The notebook moved slightly, emitting a magical fluctuation, as if enticing someone to open it.

Dobby was cleaning the hallway when he passed by the study and was drawn in by the vibrations, so he went inside.

He cautiously approached the laptop, his face filled with infatuation, but before he could open it, he heard Lucius open the door.

Dobby panicked and quickly cast a spell similar to the Disappearance Spell to conceal his form.

Lucius frowned; he was clearly also affected by the notebook.

He walked over, opened his notebook, and, as if possessed, wrote: "I am Lucius Malfoy."

“I am Tom Riddle, hello Lucius.”

Malfoy was shocked! As one of the core members of the Death Eaters, how could he not know Voldemort's real name?

"Don't lie to me, I just saw Voldemort in person."

“Lucius Malfoy, it seems you are also a Death Eater,” Tom Riddle said. “What you saw was probably my true form.”

"Original body?"

"Yes, Lucius, how is he now? Has he conquered the wizarding world? Has he waged war against Muggles?"

Lucius Malfoy scribbled furiously, “No, he died eleven years ago at the hands of an infant. Our great cause came to a standstill. Until recently, he was resurrected and just found me.”

“Of course, of course,” the black ink appeared quickly on the diary, “we have long since transcended death, so we will not be easily killed.”

"Having transcended death?"

"That's right, didn't you become a Death Eater in the first place because you could escape death?"

"No."

"What a pity. But unlike the original, I am very willing to share this knowledge with you."

Are there any requirements?

"All you need to do is send me to Hogwarts."

"why?"

"The baby who killed my original self should be enrolled in school by now. I'd like to see who's blocking our path. If we can get rid of him, that would be fantastic."

By the way, what's his name?

"Harry Potter."

They were engrossed in their conversation, each with their own notebook, completely unaware that an invisible house-elf was standing right next to Lucius…

Chapter 47 Why did he come here?

“Alright, Dobby,” Bobby interrupted him after he had a general idea of ​​what had happened, his whole body trembling even as he recounted the events. “I think you’re the one who’s been keeping all the mail I haven’t received this week.”

Dobby blinked his teary eyes, then nodded. "I thought that if Harry Potter didn't have any friends at school, he wouldn't go to Hogwarts."

“Give it to me,” Bobby said, holding out his hand. “Your intentions are good, but what you’ve done is utter crap.”

Christine's loud shout immediately came from downstairs: "No talking nonsense!"

My mother's terrifying hearing! She clearly refused to drink the magic-enhancing potion, and she's still a dud... No wonder she's Poppy's mother.

Dobby pulled out a huge stack of letters from somewhere, and Bobby picked out a few and handed them to Harry, "Yours!"

There were more than 300 letters belonging to her, which was still quite astonishing even if it was accumulated over a month.

"Dobby, you even intercepted my letters. Do you know how much trouble you've caused?"

Dobby immediately started banging his head against the desk, making a loud thud.

"Dobby doesn't know... Bad Dobby, bad Dobby, Dobby has ruined Her Majesty's important plans!"

"Stop! Don't punish yourself in front of me!"

Seeing that Dobby had stopped, Bobby shook his head and ordered, "You don't need to concern yourself with Harry Potter or the school. Don't let me find out about your little schemes again!"

Bobby actually wanted to say, "Don't worry, I'm here, Harry will be fine," but she swallowed the words back in time. Thank goodness.

Dobby replied humbly, "Yes, with Her Majesty the Queen by Harry Potter's side, he will certainly be protected."

Bobby then instructed, "Go back to the Malfoys' house and contact me immediately if anything happens."

Dobby was completely flustered. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I cannot reveal my master's secret!"

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately, making the floorboards thud.

"stop!"

Bobby paced back and forth a couple of times, then said impatiently, "If Malfoy has any schemes, come and see me immediately. You don't need to say anything. Can you do that?"

Dobby knelt, then sat up straight, his eyes filled with admiration for Bobby.

"Of course! Dobby can do it!"

"Okay, let's go."

Dobby bowed to Bobby again, then said to Harry, "Sir, please take care of yourself. Dobby is leaving now."

Dobby is gone. Bobby stared at the thick stack of letters in front of him, veins throbbing on his forehead. That little rascal!

Bobby berated Dobby, but she had no self-awareness whatsoever. In her own mother's eyes, wasn't she just a little brat?

The two parted ways; Bobby returned to his room, while Harry began reading letters—from Ron, Hermione, Hagrid… He needed to reply to each one.

Everyone knows that I'm going on an adventure with Dumbledore, so they probably won't be angry if I reply a little late.

After replying to the letter, Harry felt much better. He could enjoy seeing his little cousin make a fool of herself again. In his memory, only Aunt Christine could keep his little cousin in check.

Harry's gloating lasted less than two days before he encountered the biggest disaster of his holiday.

Snape has arrived.

This man was unusually not wearing his black robe, but rather a very proper outfit.

Black shirt, black trousers, black tie, black leather shoes, even the waistcoat is black.

He gave Servi a big hug as soon as he entered the room.

The two separated, and Selvi greeted them with a broad smile: "Severus! Welcome!"

Snape smiled, then asked, "Where's Poppy?"

Although Christine initially thought Snape wasn't a good person, over time she discovered that this man was the one who loved his daughter the most in the entire Hogwarts, so her attitude towards him improved year by year.

She came up to us at that moment, smiling, and said, "You brought Bobby medicine again? She's upstairs replying to a friend's letter. Should I call her down?"

Snape shook his head. "No need, she's busy, let's not bother her."

Servi laughed and said, "Perfect, let's have lunch together."

Harry came out of his room and walked down the stairs; he had finally finished his summer homework.

He's been holding back his urge to urinate until now, almost to the point where he can't hold it in any longer, all for the sake of finishing that little bit of homework.

He was halfway down the stairs when he suddenly felt a familiar, malicious gaze. Turning his head, he saw Severus Snape sitting on the sofa on the first floor, quietly watching him, his left eyebrow raised slightly.

Harry felt a tightness in his bladder, a conditioned reflex he had developed at school.

Severus raised an eyebrow, and Harry Potter was doomed.

"Mr. Pott, it's been a long time."

“S…p…Professor Snape.”

"Where are you rushing off to?"

"Toilet, toilet."

Snape shook his head. "At twelve years old, you still don't know how to manage your own life. You have to hold it in like this before you'll go to the toilet. It seems you, the troll slayer, are indeed very compatible with trolls. Your brain is only slightly smarter than a troll's."

He originally wanted to say, "His brain is about the same size as a troll's," but since he was in front of the man's uncle, he controlled his words slightly.