Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Facing his uncle's doubts, Harry managed to keep himself calm, but pretending to be nonchalant was not his strong point, not to mention that he had indeed "played a trick."

At this moment, sitting on the bed in his attic bedroom was a magical creature with big bat-like ears, a long nose like Pinocchio, and bulging green eyes the size of tennis balls.

The little guy called himself "Dobby."

However, Harry Potter still doesn't know whether Dobby is the name of this little guy, or whether this magical talking creature is called Dobby.

He first met Dobby in the morning, when the elf was hiding outside the Dursleys' garden fence and keeping an eye on him.

Later, when Harry Potter was imprisoned in the attic, he officially met Dobby.

Before he could say a few words, something seemed to happen outside, and then he was called downstairs by Uncle Vernon, who looked like a bulldog.

"So, were you the one responsible for these things, or were your unscrupulous companions?"

Mr. Dursley stretched out a fat finger like a small carrot and pointed out the window at the pink smoke that filled the street. The fog did not look serious.

"This is magic...???"

Harry Potter can't be sure either.

However, as a true wizard, his intuition told him that the pink fog outside was indeed related to magic.

However, facing the aggressive Uncle Vernon, Harry instinctively wanted to make a quibble or two.

"How come? Did you see a wizard with a wand, or someone boiling potion in a big pot? Otherwise, it's possible that someone is wearing an invisibility cloak and casting a spell, but ordinary wizards can buy it. We can’t afford an invisibility cloak made of invisible beast hair…”

"What a mess!"

Just when Mr. Dursley was about to explode, the lady among the two distinguished guests whom he had unconsciously treated so slowly, Mrs. Mason, suddenly opened her mouth wide and let out a scream.

It turned out that it was Hedwig who had flown down from upstairs. This snowy owl, with its pure white feathers mixed with many black spots, was flapping its wings and circling happily in the Dursley's living room.

Hedwig had been locked in a cage since Harry Potter's summer vacation, and it was suffocating her.

However, in good conscience, Hedwig's life at the Dursleys was not bad.

To some extent, its food standard is better than Harry's.

Because Dudley, the fat son of the Dursley family, has a very fond impression of this majestic-looking pet.

Not only did he not bully Hedwig like he bullied Harry, he even shared some of his own nut snacks for the first time and gave Hedwig a snack from time to time.

However, just because Harry and the Dursleys have no ill feelings toward Hedwig does not mean that everyone is the same.

For example, Mr. Mason, who came to visit Vernon Dursley today, said his wife had been afraid of animals with sharp beaks, especially birds, since she was a child.

As we all know, the snowy owl is a large raptor (no kidding, the body length (not wingspan) of this owl can grow to more than 80 centimeters).

Therefore, the moment she saw Hedwig, Mrs. Mason's fear level was maxed out.

So, like a kettle boiling water, she covered her lips with her hands and burst out in a shrill scream.

"Is this a prank on your part? I must admit, Mr. Dursley, you did succeed in scaring my wife."

Mr. Mason hugged his wife, comforting her, and complained to Vernon slightly dissatisfied.

When faced with the question, Dursley had the same expression as Harry a second ago, with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

However, he turned his head and glared at Harry fiercely, and threatened loudly: "Boy, while the electric oven at home is temporarily unavailable, quickly put that round-faced fat chicken you raised back into the cage!"

As for why he didn't catch Hedwig himself. Look at his size, and consider the magical owl's ability to move flexibly...

He doesn't have that ability, you know.

Harry nodded hurriedly, turned around, and prepared to climb up the stairs to take down Hedwig's cage and snacks.

However, the child suddenly had an idea.

"I need to use my wand, otherwise I won't be able to make Hedwig behave."

He made up a lie.

Of course, we can't all blame him for this. Just like Hedwig, who was extremely suffocated by being locked up, Harry was also suffocated during these days.

Since returning to No. 4 Privet Drive, the Dursleys have not allowed him to use any kind of magic at home. He has not touched his wand for a long time, and he has not learned a few spells. At this time, he was even more unfamiliar.

When he heard the word "magic wand", the veins on Vernon's forehead popped up - he had to lose weight, but this man's blood vessels were actually pretty good, so he didn't get angry at all - he sat on the sofa The Masons inside were confused.

"Just this once!"

Dursley then turned to look at his two guests, relieved his tense face, and explained in a calm manner: "He is the child of my wife's sister's family, and he was adopted by our family after his parents died. But this kid’s grades in school are not very good, and he spends all day studying circus tricks.”

I have to admit that Dursley is actually a bit quick-witted to be able to work his way from a salesperson to the company's sales director.

Most of the reasons (huang) and reasons (hua) he compiled are true, with only a little bit of lies, which does sound quite reasonable.

However, after he gave such a reasonable explanation, a voice of opposition suddenly sounded in the family.

"You're not allowed to say that about Harry Potter!"

"The great Harry Potter is the savior of the wizarding world and Dobby's hero!"

"At the Hogwarts pre-holiday party, Harry Potter gave Gryffindor 10 house points, a full 10 points!"

Say it or not, Dobby the house elf knows how to be a good fan.

Putting aside the fact, he only remembered the 10 points that Principal Dumbledore gave him at the end of the term, but did not even mention the dozens of points that Harry had deducted in the past two terms.

It must be because Draco and Harry get along so well (dense fog), so when they got home they hardly mentioned the embarrassing incident of the savior being deducted points (dense fog x2), and only talked about the gift he gave Gryffindor during the end-of-term banquet Extra 10 points (dense fog x3)...

Along with Dobby's yelling, Harry's Aunt Petunia also screamed because a pudding cake she had just brought from the kitchen to entertain the guests suddenly floated.

It floated precariously in the air, evading the interceptions of Petunia and Vernon, and hit the Masons huddled together on the sofa like a precision-guided bomb.

"Do not--!"

Dursley let out a helpless cry at the top of his lungs. He had already foreseen that his business was probably going to fail completely.

And Harry was nervous.

He tried to use a magic spell to interrupt the levitation spell, but he couldn't see Dobby at all - it was still because excellent house elves were able to hide their existence from others - he could only wave his wand in vain. , but I don’t know what incantation to recite.