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Hang on - this hasnt got anything to do with Vol- - sorry - with You-Know-Who, has it. You could just shake or nod, he added hastily as Dobbys head tilted worryingly close to the wall again. Slowly, Dobby shook his head. Not - not He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, sir - But Dobbys eyes were wide and he seemed to be trying to give Harry a hint. Harry, however, was completely lost. He hasnt got a brother, has he. Dobby shook his head, his eyes wider than ever. Well then, I cant think who else would have a chance of making horrible things happen at Hogwarts, said Harry. I mean, theres Dumbledore, for one thing - you know who Dumbledore is, dont you. Dobby bowed his head. Albus Dumbledore is the greatest headmaster Hogwarts has ever had. Dobby knows it, sir. Dobby has heard Dumbledores powers rival those of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named at the height of his strength. But, sir - Dobbys voice dropped to an urgent whisper - there are powers Dumbledore doesnt. powers no decent wizard. 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Harry Potter will have them, sir, if he gives Dobby his word that he will not return to Hogwarts. Ah, sir, this is a danger you must not face. Say you wont go back, sir. No, said Harry angrily. Give me my friends letters. Then Harry Potter leaves Dobby no choice, said the elf sadly. Before Harry could move, Dobby had darted to the bedroom door, pulled it open, and sprinted down the stairs. Mouth dry, stomach lurching, Harry sprang after him, trying not to make a sound. He jumped the last six steps, landing catlike on the hall carpet, looking around for Dobby. From the dining room he heard Uncle Vernon saying. tell Petunia that very funny story about those American plumbers, Mr. Mason. Shes been dying to hear. Harry ran up the hall into the kitchen and felt his stomach disappear. Aunt Petunias masterpiece of a pudding, the mountain of cream and sugared violets, was floating up near the ceiling. On top of a cupboard in the corner crouched Dobby. No, croaked Harry. Please. theyll kill me. Harry Potter must say hes not going back to school - Dobby. please. Say it, sir - I cant - Dobby gave him a tragic look. Then Dobby must do it, sir, for Harry Potters own good. The pudding fell to the floor with a heart-stopping crash. Cream splattered the windows and walls as the dish shattered. With a crack like a whip, Dobby vanished. There were screams from the dining room and Uncle Vernon burst into the kitchen to find Harry, rigid with shock, covered from head to foot in Aunt Petunias pudding. At first, it looked as though Uncle Vernon would manage to gloss the whole thing over. (Just our nephew - very disturbed - meeting strangers upsets him, remarkable apex legends pc xbox crossplay new we kept him upstairs. ) He shooed the shocked Masons back into the dining room, promised Harry he would flay him to within an inch of his life when the Masons had left, and handed him a mop. Aunt Petunia dug some ice cream out of the freezer and Harry, still shaking, started scrubbing the kitchen clean. Uncle Vernon might still have been able to make his deal - if it hadnt been for the owl. Aunt Petunia was just passing around a box of after-dinner mints when a huge barn owl swooped through the dining room window, dropped a letter on Mrs. Masons head, and swooped out again. Mrs. Mason screamed like a banshee and ran from the house shouting about lunatics. Mason stayed just long enough to tell the Dursleys that his wife was mortally afraid of birds of all shapes and sizes, and to ask whether this was their idea of a joke. Harry stood in the kitchen, clutching the mop for support, as Uncle Vernon advanced on him, a demonic glint in his tiny eyes. Read it. he hissed evilly, brandishing the letter the owl had delivered. Go on - read it. Harry took it. It did not contain birthday greetings. Dear Mr. Potter, We have received intelligence that a Hover Charm was used at your place of residence this evening at twelve minutes past nine. As you know, underage wizards are not permitted to perform spells outside school, and further spellwork on your part may lead to expulsion from said school (Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, 1875, Paragraph C). We would also ask you to remember that any magical activity that risks notice by members of the non-magical community (Muggles) is a serious offense under section 13 of the International Confederation of Warlocks Statute of Secrecy. Enjoy your holidays. Yours sincerely, Mafalda Hopkirk IMPROPER USE OF MAGIC OFFICE Ministry of Magic Harry looked up from the letter and gulped. You didnt tell us you werent allowed to use magic outside school, said Uncle Vernon, a mad gleam dancing in his eyes. Forgot to mention Steamhouse bagels cheltenham. Slipped your mind, I daresay. He was bearing down on Harry like a great bulldog, all his teeth bared. Well, Ive got news for you, boy. Im locking you up. Youre never going back to that school. never. and if you try and magic yourself out - theyll expel you. And laughing like a maniac, he dragged Harry back upstairs. Uncle Vernon was as bad as his word. Opinion call of duty zombies unblocked could Steamhouse bagels cheltenham morning, he paid a man to fit bars on Harrys window. He himself fitted a cat-flap in the bedroom door, so that small amounts of food could be pushed inside three times a day. They let Harry out to use the bathroom morning and evening. Otherwise, he was locked in his room around the clock. Three days later, the Dursleys were showing no sign of relenting, and Harry couldnt see any way out of his situation. He lay on his bed watching the sun sinking behind the bars on the window and wondered miserably what was going to happen to him. What was the good of magicking himself out of his room if Hogwarts would expel him for doing it. Yet life at Privet Drive had reached an all-time low. Now that the Dursleys knew they werent going to wake up as fruit bats, he had lost his only weapon. Dobby might have saved Harry from horrible happenings at Hogwarts, but the way things were going, hed probably starve to death anyway. The cat-flap rattled and Aunt Petunias hand appeared, pushing a bowl of canned soup into the room. Harry, whose insides were aching with hunger, jumped off his bed and seized it. The soup was stone-cold, but he drank half of it in one gulp. Then he crossed the room to Hedwigs cage and tipped the soggy vegetables at the bottom of the bowl into her empty food tray. She ruffled her feathers and gave him a look of deep disgust. Its no good turning your beak up at it - thats all weve got, said Harry grimly. 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