Magician of HP Clow card

Harry was sad because he had not received a letter from his friend during the whole holiday. And Hedwig was put into a cage with a big lock by Uncle Vernon.

He couldn't use magic during the holidays, so he had no way to open the lock. He could only watch Hedwig chew the cage with her sharp beak because she wanted to get out.

"Harry! I told you, if you can't control that bird, I'm going to throw it out!" Uncle Vernon yelled downstairs.

"Oh, look at the good things you did." Harry put down the notes in his hand helplessly. He glanced at the chirping Hedwig. Go downstairs to find Uncle Vernon.

Today, Uncle Vernon has an important client to meet. So the whole family is busy dressing up and decorating the room.

When Harry came downstairs, Uncle Vernon was adjusting the collar of his son Dudley.

"I'm sorry Uncle Vernon, but he's bored! If he could be let out for an hour or two every day to move around, I don't think he would be noisy." Harry wanted to fight for Hedwig.

"Haha, then you can deliver letters to your geek friends." Uncle Vernon rolled his eyes. "Don't even think about it."

"But I haven't received any letters about my friends. All summer long." Harry felt depressed.

"You actually have friends?" Dudley looked at Harry with disgust.

"Harry, listen, I think it's time for you to repay your kindness." Uncle Vernon said to Harry, "We will give you food and drink, and even give you Dudley's childhood bedroom to live in."

"So, please don't make any mistakes today." Uncle Vernon looked at Harry warningly.

"I know, I will be in the bedroom, not making a sound. Pretend it doesn't exist." Harry shuddered.

"It's good to know. If I'm lucky, I might negotiate the biggest business of the year." Uncle Vernon grinned, as if he had already concluded the business and was dreaming of counting money.

"But you must not come out and mess everything up." Uncle Vernon's face suddenly fell when he saw Harry.

Harry lowered his head and walked upstairs in despair.

Squeak, squeak, squeak…

Harry heard strange noises coming from the bedroom. He opened the door and found a little man with pointy ears and wearing a worn pillowcase jumping up and down on his bed.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Harry felt something was wrong.

"My name is Dobby, Dobby the house elf." Dobby stopped jumping and rubbed his hands together nervously.

"That's not what I meant, I was asking why you are here?" Harry covered his face in annoyance, "I'm not being rude, but I don't think my bedroom is a place to receive a house elf."

"Oh, Dobby understands. It's just..." Dobby's eyes wandered and he looked guilty. "There is something that Dobby wants to tell you."

"But... Dobby can't say it, so it's a bit difficult." Dobby's expression was tangled.

"Then sit down and talk slowly." Harry pointed to the small stool next to the bed. Hopefully Dobby would get out of his bed first.

"Sit down? You mean to ask Dobby to sit down! No one has ever asked Dobby to sit down!" Dobby suddenly became excited and his voice became much louder.

Harry panicked and covered Dobby's mouth.

"Don't get excited, I didn't mean to offend you." Harry couldn't understand Dobby's sudden madness. But he was afraid of screwing up Uncle Vernon's plans.

"Offended Dobby? No, Dobby knows you are a great wizard. But no wizard has ever treated Dobby as an equal." Dobby looked much calmer.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "Then you must have met a good wizard."

"Good wizard, yes. Dobby must have not..." Dobby's voice stopped. "Bad Dobby! Dobby actually talked about wizards!" Dobby suddenly screamed and rushed towards the closet in the corner, as if he was going to hit himself to death.

Harry couldn't stop him at all, and before he knew it, Dobby had already started banging on the wooden cabinet door.

"No, Dobby, stop it, don't do this." Harry was almost frightened when Dobby's head shook out the afterimage. Uncle Vernon must have been able to hear such a loud sound.

"Dobby must punish himself severely because Dobby almost said bad things about his master's family." Dobby bumped for a minute before stopping.

"Master's family?" Harry "Is that the family you serve? Are they bad?"

"Oh...Dobby can't say, if they know that Dobby comes to see Harry Potter..." Dobby shuddered. "But, Dobby has to protect Harry Potter."

"Protect me?" Harry couldn't understand what this crazy little guy was talking about. But he knew he had to hold it back before it went crazy again. Uncle Vernon is going to explode!

"Dobby is going to stop Harry from returning to Hogwarts this year."

Harry's expression changed. "What are you talking about? I have to go to school. All my friends are at Hogwarts."

"But they haven't written to you during the whole holiday, so they're not friends." Dobby jumped out of his chair.

"You're talking nonsense!" Harry felt a little aggrieved and felt something was wrong. "How do you know they didn't write to me?"

Dobby turned sideways, his guilty expression unable to be concealed. Harry's sharp eyes saw a corner of the letter peeking out of Dobby's worn pillowcase.

"Is that my letter?" Harry pointed to Dobby's armpit.

Dobby stuffed the letter back in panic. The pillowcase was bulging, showing that it was a thick pile of letters.

"Give it back!" Harry was very angry and reached out to grab the letter in Dobby's arms.

"No, unless you promise Dobby not to return to Hogwarts." Dobby dodged nimbly and opened the door with one hand.

"What are you going to do?" Harry looked at Dobby in horror. He didn't forget that Uncle Vernon was still downstairs with his big client.

Dobby ran downstairs and Harry chased him. In the corner of the living room stood a double-layered fruit cake. It is a delicacy carefully prepared by Aunt Petunia to entertain customers.

Dobby looked at the cake and snapped his fingers. The cake flew up.

"No, what are you going to do?" Harry reached out to grab the cake and put it down. Dobby made the cake rise higher, out of Harry's reach.

"Dobby, don't do this, I'm begging you." Harry whispered, looking at Uncle Vernon who knew nothing.

"Then, Harry Potter, make a promise to Dobby not to go back to Hogwarts." Dobby's eyes widened and his voice was firm.

"But Hogwarts is my home." Harry couldn't hold it any longer, he almost wanted to cry.

"That's all Dobby can do."

When Lilith arrived, she happened to see this scene through the window. A big cake was flying over Mrs. Mason's head. Harry raised his hands behind him as if he wanted to catch the cake.

Opposite Mr. and Mrs. Mason, Aunt Harry's family's eyes almost popped out of their heads.

The cake sank suddenly, and Lilith quickly raised the silver snake bloodstone wand. "Wingardim, Leviosa."

Harry's heart was beating wildly, but luckily it didn't fall. He thought it was Dobby who had returned from his lost ways. Nothing was too hard for him.

Lilith grabbed the control and didn't dare to move. She could only let the cake fly and stay in place.

Uncle Vernon winked at Harry, hoping to get him to withdraw his 'magical powers' quickly. While looking for a topic with Mr. Mason.

Harry turned to look at Dobby, whose hands were tense. The expression written all over his face is that he is exerting himself. Only then did he realize something was wrong.

He reached for Dobby, but only caught a stack of letters. Dobby disapparated and escaped.

Oops, cake! Harry looked back and saw that the cake was rising steadily in the air and slowly moving back to the plate in the corner.

Harry looked around in confusion, but found nothing. Finally, under Uncle Vernon's cannibalistic eyes, he turned around awkwardly and quietly returned upstairs.

Lilith also breathed a sigh of relief, took back her staff, and looked up to the second floor, where there was a lighted window. This should be Harry's room.

"Fly." Lilith used the flying card, and now the Clow card was a Lilith card with a blue background and gold lines. A pair of snow-white wings appeared behind him. Lilith flew to Harry's window.

"Angel?" Harry opened the door to the room and saw blond hair and blue eyes outside the window, illuminated by the moonlight like an angel descending from Lilith.