Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

The time passed quickly, and a few weeks after school started in a blink of an eye, Dobby has been wandering among Hogwarts recently, looking for the right time to build Harry.

He found it today.

Harry's owl needs to be sent back. The elf volunteered to take the task. In the common room at night, he took the owl to see Harry Potter.

"Who?"

Harry sat upright. The candles in the common room had been extinguished. The room was dark, but there was something moving beside him.

"Dobby brought your owl, sir!"

The elf said in its shrill voice.

"Dobby?"

Harry numbly complied, looking in the direction of the voice in the dark.

house elf Dobby is standing by the table of the woven hat left by Hermione, his big pointed ears are like all the hats knitted by Hermione, one pressed against the other. His head seemed to grow two or three feet long.

Squatting Hedwig on the top, owl is screaming calmly, apparently having recovered completely.

"Dobby volunteered to return Harry Potter's owl!"

The elf screamed, with enthusiasm on his face, "Professor Grubbly-Plank said it was ready Now, sir!"

He bowed deeply, rubbing his pencil-point nose against the worn carpet, Hedwig let out a dissatisfaction, and flew to Harry's chair arm.

"Thank you, Dobby!"

Harry stroked Hedwig's head and blinked vigorously, trying to remove the image of the door he had seen in his dream... but it was So vivid... He took a closer look at Dobby and found that the elf was still wearing a few scarves and an unknown number of socks, making his feet look disproportionately large.

"Uh...Did you take all the clothes Hermione put here?"

"Oh, no, sir," Dobby said happily, "Dobby also took some To Shining, sir."

"Oh, how about Shining?"

Dobby's ears drooped slightly.

"Sparkling is still a drunkard, sir."

He said sadly, with green eyes as big as tennis drooping, "She still doesn't pack clothes, and other house elfs don’t care. They are unwilling to clean the Gryffindor Tower. The hats and socks are hidden everywhere. They think that is an insult.

Dobby did it alone, sir, but Dobby doesn’t mind, sir, because he always Hope to meet Harry Potter, he got his wish tonight, sir!"

Dobby bowed deeply.

"But Harry Potter seems unhappy,"

Dobby straightened up and looked at Harry a little timidly, "Dobby heard him talking in sleep. Harry Potter had a nightmare. Is it?"

"Fortunately," Harry yawned and rubbed his eyes. "I did something more terrifying."

The elf used his big, round Round eyes looked at Harry.

Then it drooped its ears and said very seriously: "Dobby wants to help Harry Potter, because Harry Potter freed Dobby. Dobby is now much happier than before."

Harry smiled.

"You can't help me, Dobby, but thank you."

He leaned over and picked up the potion study textbook, but he could only rush tomorrow. When he closed the book, the fire illuminates the white scar on the back of his hand, which is the result of being confined by Umbridge.

"Wait a minute--you can help me with one thing, Dobby."

Harry said slowly.

This made the little elf smile, because it was worried that it couldn't find a suitable opportunity, so it could tell Harry what it needed to do.

"Go ahead, Harry · Mr Potter!"

"I need a place where 28 people can practice Defense Against the Dark Arts without being discovered by the teachers. Especially," Harry gripped the textbook, scar glowed white, "Professor Umbridge."

He thought the elf’s smile would disappear and his ears would droop, he thought it would say it’s impossible, or say It will work hard, but not very hopeful.

But he didn't expect, Dobby gave a light jump, his ears happily fluttered, and he patted both hands.

"Dobby knows a wonderful place, sir!" the elf said happily, "When Dobby came to Hogwarts, he heard other elf mention that we called it'come and go to the house' or'a house if you ask for it.' '!"

"Why?" Harry asked curiously.

"Because this room can only be entered when a person really needs it." Dobby said seriously, "It is sometimes absent, but when it appears, it is always arranged to meet the needs of the seeker. , Dobby has used it, sir."

The elf's voice lowered, looking ashamed, "When Shining was so drunk, Dobby hid her in the responsive room, and he found there Butterbeer's sober medicine, and a bed that fits the size of an elf for her to sleep...Dobby also knew that Mr. Filch had found spare cleaning utensils there when he didn't have enough tools, sir, and--"

These words are half true half false. For example, he never hid Shining in the responsive room, but changed the place where it was hidden to Shining. At this moment, he just attributed the things it did to that room. But Dobby doesn't think this is a bad thing.

He was helping Harry Potter, these words are not entirely false, because under the guidance of Jon, he has been there once, and these things will indeed appear.

"Also, if you need a hygiene question," Harry asked, suddenly remembering what Dumbledore said at the Christmas ball last year, "Does it have a lot of potties?"

"Dobby thinks it will, sir," Dobby nodded seriously, "That's a very wonderful room, sir."

"How many people know it?" Harry sat upright . "Rarely, sir. People usually find it when they need it, but they will never find it again because they don’t know it’s always there waiting for the need, sir."

"It sounds like It’s great," Harry’s heartbeat quickened. "Sounds amazing, Dobby. When can you take me to see?"

"Anytime, Harry · Mr Potter," see Harry looked eager, and Dobby seemed very happy, "If you want, you can go now."

Harry wants to go right away. He is about to stand up and plan to run upstairs to get the Invisibility Cloak. , But a voice that resembled Hermione said in his ear: Reckless.

Indeed, it was too late after all, he was exhausted, and there was still Snape's paper to write.

"Forget it tonight, Dobby," Harry said reluctantly, but he couldn't help it. He sat back in the chair again, "This matter is very important... Plan carefully...Can you tell me where this responsive house is and how to get in?"

"Of course."

Under the light of the fire, the face of the elf On, the expression is very happy.