Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 251 A world where only Ron is injured

"Oh, young master and young master Draco have learned bad things, how shameless." Kreacher just muttered a few words this time and fell silent. His head turned to the side where Dobby was not visible, as if to avoid something. Deadly infectious bacteria.

But no one cared what Kreacher said.

"Dobby, if I ever want to—" This was Draco.

"Dobby is a free elf and can obey anyone he likes, including his little master." Dobby's round eyes widened, showing two rows of teeth, and looked at him blankly with a smile. Draco.

"That's enough," Draco said hoarsely.

"Dobby, would you like to come to my house? I need an elf at home." Ron almost couldn't help but say this, but he only dared to think about it in his mind.

Even Ron knew that now was not the time to say this.

He was going to wait a few minutes before talking.

"Dobby, you can go to Hogwarts later. If there is any place that can accept a paid elf, it is Dumbledore." Draco, who knew Dobby's thoughts after freedom, said.

"Great! Wise little master! As expected of you!"

"How could Dobby not think of that? Most wizards don't want a house-elf who wants to be paid. That's not the quality of a house-elf. ('Dobby doesn't know this, shame on Dobby' This is Kreacher)"

"This way I can keep an eye on that person at Hogwarts and protect the little master, Harry Potter, and Wei Zi!" Dobby said cheerfully.

"My name is not Wei Zai, why can't you always remember my name? My name is Ron Weasley." Ron complained.

"Okay Wei Zai!" Dobby nodded, indicating that he remembered.

"Dobby, I'm just worried about my dad getting in trouble with you."

"If it is really as you said, Dobby, I order you to be careful when you arrive at Hogwarts and stay away from the younger version of the mysterious man." Draco said worriedly.

"Dobby, I also ask you not to do that. According to your words, 'I am the great Harry Potter', the younger version of Tom Riddle, how can he be my opponent?" Harry also said.

He also felt that this was very dangerous. Last school year, Dumbledore's plan did not result in the death of any young wizard.

But didn’t the trolls and innocent unicorns lose their lives because of this?

In the next school year, the young version of Voldemort will probably be used as a consumable to suppress the curse, and the little wizard should not be in danger of his life.

But Dobby is not a wizard. What if in Dumbledore's eyes he is the same as the unicorn who died in vain?
This is not guaranteed.

"Dobby is free now. Dobby doesn't have to listen to you."

"Dobby is going to Hogwarts!" Before Harry and the others could persuade him to stay, Dobby disappeared.

"I still have something to say!" Ron muttered in a low voice with his head downcast.

This slightly resentful expression actually possesses Kreacher's 70% skill.

After a while, the four of them sat in the turquoise car, Harry sat next to Sirius, Ron and Draco sat together, and next to Draco was Kreacher.

But this time Kreacher no longer looked honored to sit with Draco when he first arrived, but instead looked honored and a little disappointed.

Disappointment that his former master's pure-blood grandnephew and his young master were bad teachers.

"Miss Sissi will be so sad if she finds out." Kreacher muttered.

Harry didn't notice anything in the back seat, not even the news about the young version of Voldemort. The relief of Dobby's freedom and Harry leaving the Dursleys swept over Harry.

Sirius opened the car window. He was familiar with this feeling. He looked at Harry and seemed to be back to the time when he and James were young and riding motorcycles in the Muggle world. "How great!" said Sirius.

"Yeah." The warm wind blew Harry's hair, and the roofs of Privet Drive gradually shrank below him. Looking at all this, "Wuhu! See you next summer!"

Harry leaned back in his chair, grinning from ear to ear.

"Let Hedwig out," he said to Ron. "Dobby probably hasn't let her fly much these days. I was wondering why she's gotten fatter."

Draco handed the cage to Ron, and a moment later Hedwig happily flew out the window, gliding beside them like a ghost.

"Kreacher, don't talk in the car." Seeing that the atmosphere was good, Sirius gave the order automatically.

"Great job! Sirius. You don't know, my ears are about to get calluses." Ron stretched his head out the window (this is a very dangerous habit, don't learn it if you go down) and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come on, I'm right next to Kreacher and his mumbling is all about me." Draco complained unhappily.

"Fortunately, Kreacher and Dobby made me realize that not having a house-elf at home is not without its benefits," Ron sighed.

"The two of them are exceptions." Draco commented professionally.

"By the way, Draco, your father won't scold you, right?" Harry asked worriedly.

"Yeah, will this affect your stay at my house and your visit to Sirius later?" Ron was also worried, but his concerns were completely different.

Both Draco and Harry were used to Ron's occasional brain twitches.

Draco pretended not to hear Ron's words and said to Harry, "My father is a typical Malfoy, and there is more than one elf in my family."

"All I have to say is that Harry Potter can't bear it and can't stand it, so I'll let Dobby go."

"Harry, in my father's opinion, maintaining our friendship with you is much more important than being a house elf." Draco said with a smirk.

"I knew you must have thought about it a long time ago." Ron said knowingly. As a Weasley, he knew best what kind of person Malfoy was - he would never suffer.

"What about them?" Harry said.

"They are not Dobby's relatives, and my father will not be angry with them." Draco understood what Harry meant instantly, even though Harry was in front and couldn't see his face at all.

"I say, will this make Lucius misunderstand your relationship as 'friendship'?" Sirius added.

"Relationship? What-" Draco, who understood what it meant, looked like he smelled smelly shit.

"What? Didn't we explain it clearly before?" Harry suddenly felt that the world became darker.

"Damn Rita Skeeter!" Ron was indignant. "She can't even remember my name!"

"What if he remembers your name?" Draco said coldly.

"That would be great! Half the wizarding world would know my name - hey, Draco, who do you think I am?"

"Are you as shameless as Rita Skeeter?" Ron blushed.

"I think so." Harry said with a smile.

Then, except for Ron and Kreacher, who might not know when he was happy, everyone else couldn't help but laugh.

A world where only Ron was injured was born.

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