hogwarts rose

It was so easy to get Harry's attention. He lay in his crib, doing nothing, and the slightest movement by the window could attract his attention.

"Hey!"

Ron knocked on the window in a low voice, and Harry looked over alertly, then jumped up from the bed in great surprise.

"Ron!"

He rushed to the window, opened the window, and looked happily at the speeding car in front of him, as well as a few figures that could be vaguely seen through the glass.

"Happy birthday, man."

Fred rolled down the window, too, so everyone's faces were clearly visible.

"George, Fred, Tria..."

Harry's excited eyes only subsided when they met Ginny, they didn't know each other yet.

"Don't talk so much just yet."

Tria whispered that she climbed from George to Fred. According to the plan, she was the only one who could use a wand to follow Harry to pack his luggage. Where it was parked, his window and Harry's window were facing each other.

This also resulted in Tria having to crawl across to get into Harry's room.

The little girl doesn't matter much, but Fred can make trouble. When Tria finally climbed from the passenger seat to the driver's seat, he grabbed her waist.

"I'll take you there, little princess."

Fred kindly leaned out the window with Tria in his arms, and Tria clutched his arm, a little frightened.

"What stupid thing are you doing!"

"I will use the Levitation Charm!"

Tria, who lived in the hut for a few days, didn't learn anything else, but learned a bit of scolding her son from Mrs. Weasley.

She turned her head to stare at Fred angrily, but got a flattering smile.

"Don't be angry, I promise to send you there safely."

I have to admit that Fred's arm strength is worthy of praise. He firmly carried Triya out of the car window, and Harry at the other end also grabbed Triya in time and got her into the room in.

Tria glared at Fred again, but didn't pursue it further.

"Pack your bags, Harry."

Tria gave Harry a comforting hug, our savior clearly didn't get his due at the Dursleys.Even the little baby fat that was so hard to raise at Hogwarts has disappeared.

Harry's clothes were packed quickly, and there was nothing to do. Let them leave most of the old clothes here, because they didn't fit them anyway.

"My wand, my school stuff, my broomstick..."

The joy of seeing his friends was diluted a lot after Harry calmed down, and from time to time, there were embarrassing laughter caused by the humorous tricks deliberately created by the Dursleys from downstairs.

"It's still in the locker under the stairs."

The little cupboard that had shut him off for 11 years still shut off all his connections to the wizarding world.

Harry was visibly agitated.

Tria patted him on the shoulder, and kept putting Harry's things into her small purse, and Hedwig was safely sent to the flying car.

"Let's go get those things back together."

Tria hadn't tried the Muggle Repelling Charm yet, but the Whispering Charm worked well with some blind spots.

"We'll use a whispering spell later to hide our voice and sneak in."

Harry's eyes widened: "Using magic outside of school will get you expelled."

He would rather not take those things back. After all, as long as there are Galleons, they can be bought. Coincidentally, there are a lot of Galleons in the treasury left to him by the Potters.

Triya raised the corners of her mouth triumphantly, and shook the wand in her hand:

"There is nothing in my wand, no one will know I have used magic."

Harry opened his mouth wide, but his blind trust in Tria made him more confident at the moment, and the good life of escaping the Dursleys was close at hand.

Just as the two of them opened the door a crack to observe the positions of the people downstairs, a shrill but weak voice suddenly came from behind them.

"Mr. Harry Potter."

A thin figure stood on Harry's crib. Tria closed the door quickly and cast several layers of whispering spells at the same time.

A strange house-elf stared straight at Harry with its big timid eyes, clasping its hands.

"Uh, how are you?"

Harry was frightened, he looked at Triya for help, but Triya just shrugged helplessly.

None of them knew where this guy came from.

The elf jumped off the bed, bowed, and hit the ground with his pointed nose honestly.

"Dobby has been wanting to see you, sir...it is an honor..."

Harry was even more embarrassed: "Thank you?"

He said uncertainly, because he really had no experience with house-elves.

Who knew that Dobby was moved to tears because of this sentence.

"Mr. Harry Potter, thank you to Dobby~!"

He was wearing a very simple pillowcase, and at the moment he was picking up a corner of the pillowcase and blowing his snot.

"No wizard ever said thank you to Dobby, kind Mr Harry Potter."

He looked genuinely moved, and Harry was absolutely sure that if it hadn't been for Tria's spell, the people downstairs would have heard it.

"Er... maybe you haven't met a few decent wizards. But..."

Harry tried to tell the elf that maybe it would be better to visit next time if it was to chat with him.

But what was caught off guard was that Dobby started hugging Harry's empty table and banging his head against the corner of it when he heard this.

"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

he shouted.

"Dobby almost spoke ill of his master!"

Harry scrambled to grab the elf, but to no avail.

"Tria, think of a way."

After hearing these words, Dobby's body seemed to be paused, and he seemed to realize that there was another person in the room besides Harry Potter.

Tria's levitating spell also followed closely, and Dobby was wrapped in the air wall and rose into the air to prevent him from continuing to do some violent behavior.

Dobby in the air turned his head tremblingly, looking at Tria.

"Miss Tria Black?"

"Miss Tria Black who defeated that man with Mr. Harry Potter?"

His eyes were extremely complex, with respect mixed with fear and entanglement that couldn't be hidden.

Dobby started trying to hit the wall of air again.

"Dobby did such a thing in front of the little master!"

He dashed left and right, but luckily the air couldn't hurt him.

"who are you?"

Tria and Harry exchanged glances, and of course she noticed that the house-elf called her "Master".

Dobby bit his hand and tore it painfully, but he didn't delay in answering Tria's question.

"Dobby is a house-elf - has to serve a family forever... Lady is the Miss Black, Dobby shouldn't..."

He started torturing his big ears again.