Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 153 The "Truth" Harry Discovered

Every birthday was bad for Harry, really, or so he thought.

But since entering Hogwarts, he thought everything would change. After all, he became a... er, wizard apprentice?
In short, the trajectory of his life has changed, which makes him happy.

However, this birthday in 92 was still a terrible experience:

After waking up in the morning and being woken up by his skinny cousin, he started his busy day.

Clean the windows, wash the car, mow the lawn, tidy the flower beds, water the roses, repaint the garden benches...

Even, manure should be sprinkled in the flower beds.

If anyone in the wizarding world knew that the Boy Who Lived did this...

With his back aching, he had no idea what those people would think.

We were busy until 07:30, when Aunt Petunia finally stopped.

He entered the house exhausted, had a hasty dinner standing in the kitchen, washed his hands and went upstairs to rest.

"Remember, kid, if you dare to make a sound..."

On the way upstairs, he was also threatened by his uncle—Uncle Vernon was going to meet an important guest tonight, and he even put on a tuxedo and tie for Dudley.

Harry hurried upstairs, he didn't want to make his uncle angry, it would only make him sadder.

"Boom."

Rushing into the room and closing the door, Harry felt that this miserable day was finally over.

"Hi~~Harry?"

A little monster with big bat-like ears and protruding green eyes the size of tennis balls was sitting on his bed holding a wine bottle.

Harry almost cried out in terror, but he held back.

"Are you that...creature that looked at me over the garden fence this morning?" Harry asked softly.

At the same time, there was a conversation outside the door, and Uncle Vernon's guest had arrived, and Harry made a whispered gesture in fright.

The little monster stood up from the bed, held the wine bottle, and bowed unsteadily——before the wine spilled, he straightened up.

"Hello..." Harry said a little helplessly.

"Harry Potter."

The little monster suddenly screamed, and Harry was sure that the sound would come down the stairs, but before he could stop it, the little monster spoke again, "Dobby sends you his greetings, the great Harry Potter..."

"Thank you, uh, can you keep your voice down?" Harry said with a pleading voice, "Also, what is your name... what?"

"Dobby, Mr. Potter, I'm Dobby the house elf." said the drunken Dobby.

It took some of the tension out of Harry's mind, he'd heard about house elves from Hermione.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked after calming down.

"Dobby has you, Dobby wants to tell you, sir... Dobby is hard to say..."

As Dobby said, he suddenly picked up the wine bottle and hit his head three times with "bang, bang, bang".

Harry was stunned, his nerves that had been relaxed just now became tense again.

"Bad Dobby, bad Dobby..." he yelled, banging his head on the window again.

"Stop, Dobby, don't do this, what's wrong with you?" Harry asked in panic, but he didn't dare to step forward to stop him.

This little guy who smelled of alcohol made him think he was a mentally ill... house elf.

"Dobby heard some secrets, about Harry Potter, where it might hurt Mr. Harry Potter... bang, bang, bang..."

In the middle of speaking, Dobby hit himself on the head with a wine bottle again, and he looked like a madman.

Harry's whole body is not well, he really wants to pick up his wand and drive this guy away, but his wand is locked in the cupboard...

"No one wants to hurt me, Dobby, stop, you're going to get me into big trouble." Harry said anxiously.

"I'm sorry sir, Dobby didn't mean to get you into trouble... but Dobby had to punish himself for coming to see you... bang, bang, bang..."

Among other things, the quality of the wine bottle is really good...Harry didn't know why he thought of this question divergently.

"Stop, Dobby, if you keep doing this, I won't be able to hear you." Harry tried to reassure the little guy in front of him, but it didn't seem to do much.

After banging his head against the wall a few more times, Dobby finally calmed down.

"Harry Potter can't go back to Hogwarts, Dobby can't say it, but Dobby has to do it...someone's going to hurt the great Mr. Potter... bang, bang, bang..."

"No one's going to hurt me, Dobby, stop it, Dobby."

Harry Potter stepped forward anxiously, and grabbed the wine bottle from Dobby's hand forcefully—he couldn't stand this crazy little guy any longer.

"They're going to hurt Harry. Dumbledore lied to Harry Potter. He killed Potter's parents. He sent that man to find Harry..."

Harry, who was about to find a way to drive Dobby away, suddenly stopped his movements, and looked at Dobby in surprise.

"Dobby, what are you talking about?" Harry asked loudly, his voice very high.

"Dobby shouldn't have told the secret, but Snape said it was true... Dobby shouldn't have said... bang, bang, bang..."

Without a bottle, Dobby banged his head against the wall again and again.

Had it been before, Harry might have stopped him, but now...

Harry was stunned, he kept thinking about what Dobby had just said, and wondering if it was true.

"Dobby can't let Harry go to Hogwarts again, it's too dangerous, too dangerous..." Dobby jumped up and snatched his bottle from Harry.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Before the wine bottle fell on Dobby's head, there was a knock on the door, and then Uncle Vernon's gnashing of teeth came from outside: "What the hell are you-doing-doing?"

"No, no..." Harry was about to explain when Dobby's eyes lit up suddenly.

He quickly opened the door, knocked Harry's Uncle Vernon into the air, and rushed downstairs.

Harry's lips were so frightened that he forgot everything he had just heard. He hurriedly jumped up and chased Dobby, but the kitchen was already in chaos...

Pudding, cream, and frosted violets were floating under the kitchen ceiling.

Dobby held the wine bottle, stood on the pan in the kitchen, and gulped down a big gulp of wine.

"Mr. Harry Potter cannot go back to school, there is a huge conspiracy..."

"Don't do that, Dobby, please..."

Before he finished speaking, Dobby waved his hand, and the pudding plate fell down with a "crackling".

"Harry, what are you doing in the kitchen?" Uncle Vernon chased after him angrily. He didn't realize that it was a house-elf who knocked him into the air, but thought Harry was making trouble.

"Don't go to school, it's not safe there..."

Dobby left a word, and disappeared in a flash.

Uncle Vernon, who rushed into the kitchen, saw Harry stretching out his hands to face the broken plates, it looked too much like he had just smashed it all.

"What on earth are you going to do~~~"

Uncle Vernon roared, dragged him back upstairs, and then went to appease his guest.

As a result, Harry's owl came out to make trouble again, completely scaring away his guests, and followed by another letter.

"It's okay this time." Uncle Vernon showed a cruel smile, standing in the living room and roared, "That kid was expelled from the Ministry of Magic with a letter."

Harry, who heard everything upstairs, didn't care too much about it, he just kept thinking about Dobby's words:

Dumbledore tricked Harry Potter, he killed Potter's parents, he sent that man to find Harry.

(End of this chapter)