Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

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... um, wizard's apprentice?

In short, the trajectory of his life has changed, which is something that makes him happy.

However, this birthday in 1992 was still a terrible experience:

When he got up in the morning, he started his busy day after being woken up by his cousin who had lost weight.

Clean windows, wash cars, mow lawns, tidy flower beds, prune roses and water them, renovate and paint garden benches...

Even, manure needs to be spread into 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.

The work continued until half past seven, when Aunt Petunia finally called to stop.

He entered the house exhausted, ate his dinner in a hurry while standing in the kitchen, then washed his hands and went upstairs to rest.

"Remember, boy, if you dare to make any sound..."

On the way upstairs, he was threatened by his uncle - Uncle Vernon was going to meet an important guest tonight, and he even dressed Dudley in a dress and tie.

Harry hurried upstairs. He didn't want to make his uncle angry, which would only make him more sad.

"Bang."

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

"Hiccup~Harry?"

A little monster with two big ears like bats and a pair of protruding green eyes as big as tennis balls was sitting on his bed holding a wine bottle.

Harry almost screamed in fright, but he held it back.

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

At the same time, there was a conversation outside the door. Uncle Vernon's guests had arrived, and Harry was so frightened that he made a whispered gesture.

The little monster stood up from the bed, took the wine bottle, and bowed swayingly - before the wine spilled, he straightened up.

"Hello..." Harry said a little at a loss.

"Harry Potter."

The little monster suddenly screamed, and Harry was sure that the sound would definitely reach downstairs, but before he could stop him, the little monster spoke again, "Dobby greets you, the great Harry Potter..."

"Thank you, uh, can you please lower your voice?" Harry said with a pleading voice, "Also, what are you shouting about?"

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

This made Harry feel less nervous, he had heard about house elves from Hermione.

"What's the matter with you coming here?" Harry asked after calming down.

"Dobby has you. Dobby wants to tell you, sir... It's hard for Dobby to tell..."

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

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

"Bad Dobby, bad Dobby..." he shouted, banging his head against 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 smelled of alcohol, which made him think he was a mentally ill... house elf.

"Dobby heard some secrets, about Harry Potter, where Mr. Harry Potter could be hurt...bang, bang, bang..."

Halfway through his words, Dobby hit himself on the head with a wine bottle. He looked like a madman.

Harry felt bad all over. He really wanted to pick up his wand and drive this guy away, but his wand was locked in the cupboard...

"No one is trying 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 because Dobby came to see you...bang, bang, bang..."

Apart from anything else, the quality of the wine bottle is really good... Harry didn't know how he could think of this issue in a divergent manner.

"Stop, Dobby, if you continue like this, I won't be able to listen to you." Harry tried to comfort the little guy in front of him, but it didn't seem to have much effect.

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

"Harry Potter can't go back to Hogwarts. Dobby can't say it, but Dobby must do it... Someone is going to hurt the great Mr. Potter... Bang, bang, bang..."

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

Harry Potter stepped forward anxiously and forcefully snatched the bottle from Dobby's hand - he couldn't stand this crazy little guy anymore.

"They want to hurt Harry. Dumbledore deceived Harry Potter. He killed Potter's parents. He asked that person to find Harry..."

Harry, who was about to think of a way to drive Dobby away, suddenly stopped and looked at Dobby in surprise.

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

"Dobby shouldn't have told secrets, 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.

If it were before, Harry might have stopped him, but now...

Harry was stunned. He kept thinking about what Dobby had just said and wondering whether they were true.

"Dobby can't let Harry go to Hogwarts again. It's too dangerous there, too many dangers..." Dobby jumped up and grabbed his bottle from Harry's hand.

"Bang, bang, bang."

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

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

He quickly opened the door, knocked Harry's Uncle Vernon away, and ran downstairs quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

Before he could finish his words, Dobby waved his hand and the pudding plate fell down with a clatter.

"Harry, what on earth are you doing in the kitchen?" Uncle Vernon roared and chased after him. He didn't even realize that the person who knocked him away was a house elf, but thought that Harry was causing trouble.

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

Dobby left a word and disappeared in a flash.

Uncle Vernon rushed into the kitchen and saw Harry with his hands outstretched facing the broken plates. It looked as if he had just smashed them all.

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

Uncle Vernon roared and dragged him back upstairs, before going back to comfort his guest.

As a result, Harry's owl came out to cause trouble again, completely scaring away his guests, and soon after, another letter came.

"It's better this time." Uncle Vernon showed a cruel smile and shouted angrily from the living room, "That kid was expelled from school after receiving a letter from the Ministry of Magic."

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

Dumbledore deceived Harry Potter, he killed Potter's parents, and he was the one who asked the man to find Harry.