Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Harry Potter grew up in his aunt Petunia's house on Privet Drive, and overall his life was not good.

He ate little and poorly, wore worn-out and oversized clothes, and lived in a small stairwell.

However, those who knew the whole story seemed to have no right to blame the contradictory and jealous Petunia.

After all, she was just an ordinary person who risked being retaliated by dark wizards and provided Harry with food, clothing, and schooling.

In the end, she still took into account family affection, after all, there were many people who were more beastly than this.

Petunia and Snape were a bit similar, twisted.

During this year's vacation, Harry's place was much better, a normal bedroom, but his uncle restricted his access, and even his pet Hathaway couldn't fly out for a walk.

There were no adult wizards near Harry, so he didn't dare to practice spells, and could only stay at home every day to review his textbooks.

Today, his uncle's family was going to receive an important business guest, and repeatedly told Harry not to go downstairs to embarrass them.

Harry didn't care, but he was a little sad. His birthday had passed for several days, but he didn't receive a letter or a gift from his friends.

"Maybe even Draco has forgotten me."

Harry muttered to himself and took a magic photo from the bedside table. It was a photo of his parents dancing under the cherry tree.

This was a Christmas gift from Shaw.

Harry stared at it for a long time.

At this time, the enthusiastic voice of his uncle's family welcoming guests came from downstairs.

Harry sighed. Even a person with a bad temper like his uncle has friends.

After a while, the house elf that harassed him several times teleported again.

Harry often dealt with people like Draco and Shaw, and had met Kreche once, so he knew this kind of elf that served wizards.

But he didn't know that the elf in front of him was from Draco's family, and was the culprit who blocked his internal and external information.

Harry was very experienced and spoke before Dobby spoke.

"Dobby, what are you doing here again? I won't listen to you. Hogwarts is my home. I will definitely go back."

Dobby stared with his eyes wide open and still didn't give up.

"Mr. Potter, Hogwarts is no longer safe. I, I can't say too much. Some of your friends have betrayed you. Ah, Dobby is a bad elf. He actually revealed the master's information. Dobby deserves death."

Dobby began to punish himself as he spoke. He took the lamp and smashed it on his head without holding back.

Harry looked helpless and stepped forward to stop Dobby from self-harming. He really didn't want to make too much noise and listened to his uncle's various weird words.

Dobby jumped to the ground and looked at Harry with tears in his eyes.

"Mr. Potter, I beg you. I really can't go to Hogwarts. It's really very dangerous. You are Dobby's benefactor. Dobby won't hurt you."

Harry retorted in a suppressed voice.

"You're talking nonsense. Hogwarts has Dumbledore and Shor. It's the safest place in the world. You, you keep your voice down."

Due to the contract, Dobby couldn't directly say that he found a dark lord living in the Malfoy family, and Shor Black was related to the dark lord.

He could only passively persuade Harry.

Seeing Harry being cautious, Dobby rolled his eyes and threatened.

"If you don't agree, I'll go downstairs..."

He opened the door and prepared to go out and make trouble.

Harry was so anxious that he almost couldn't help but pick up his wand and give the elf a "Disarm" shot.

But when the bedroom door was opened, an older elf appeared at the door. It was Kreche.

Dobby's mouth was wide open in shock, and he finally stuttered.

"Kreche, you, why are you here."

Kreche didn't say anything nonsense, and pointed his pointed finger at Dobby.

Dobby was tied up with a spell and his mouth was sealed.

Kreche then walked into the room, looked at Harry with contempt, and muttered in a low voice.

"If it weren't for the noble young master's order, how could Kreche come to save a savior who was out of date and wet behind the ears, but what else could Kreche do? He could only come to this filthy Muggle house to capture an elf who betrayed his master."

Kreche stepped forward and picked up Dobby, who was full of fear, and slapped him twice.

"You betrayer, shameless, dirty, actually violated the principles of elves, you will be burned alive!"

Harry was stunned. Kreche, of course he knew him, but what was going on now?

Before he could ask, Kreche had teleported away with Dobby.

And then, the chubby Uncle Vernon with four chins rushed upstairs and saw that Harry's room was in a mess.

He took a deep breathAngry, he didn't scold Harry, but forced a greasy smile

"Ha, Harry, I didn't expect you to have a friend in the Duke's family. Let's go and meet your friend."

Harry was stunned. He was just thinking about Kreche and Dobby. Is this related to what Dobby said about Hogwarts being dangerous?

But he was dumbfounded by his uncle's words. When did he have such a friend? Why didn't he know?

But when he thought about Kreche who had just appeared, he immediately thought of Shaw.

The other party is so powerful, maybe he is really a Muggle Duke?

Harry didn't have time to think about it. He followed Uncle Vernon downstairs and saw two young men in luxurious clothes sitting on the sofa with a dignified posture.

Aunt Petunia greeted him in various ways, and cousin Dudley shrank aside and trembled.

And the two young men were Shaw and Draco.

Harry said in surprise.

"Why are you here?"

Shor sat still. When Draco saw his good friend, he could no longer maintain his noble demeanor. He stood up and hugged Harry.

"I haven't received your reply, and my parents don't allow me to come to see you. It was the chief who came to my house today that gave me the opportunity to come to you."

Harry was confused again.

"But, but I wrote to you, and I didn't receive your letter. Why..."

Shor stood up and coughed, interrupting the two people's love.

"Let's talk about your business later. It's getting late. We should go to Diagon Alley."

Harry and Draco could only shut up.

Vernon said to Draco and Shaw in a flattering manner.

"Little Duke, why don't you eat before leaving? And Mr. Black, what about the cooperation?"

Shor waved his hand, raised his head slightly, and said in a cold tone.

"Someone will come to you tomorrow to sign a contract. We won't have dinner. We have other things to do."

The more Shaw said this, the more Vernon fell for it.

"Okay, okay, you and the little duke are busy, so don't delay."

Then he said to Harry with a stern face.

"Remember to be polite when you are with your friends. This is 500 pounds. When you go outside, you must..."

Shor didn't want to listen to these nonsense, and walked out directly.

Draco pulled Harry, who was shrinking his neck, out as well.

As soon as he got outside, Harry couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Draco, when did you become the little duke?"