Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

There are square, regular buildings on both sides of this road. All the houses look similar. Vernon Dursley's family lives at No. 4 Privet Drive. They are neat, orderly and nothing weird.

and unusual places.

At least... there is no sign that three wizards will appear here at the same time.

The second floor of the Dursley's house, Harry's bedroom.

Snapped.

Just when Harry and his godfather had just discussed the plan to live together for the next summer and were about to leave the bedroom and go to the dining room downstairs to help Harry's Aunt Petunia prepare dinner, there was a sudden sound of a heavy object falling from the bed.

"Back off! Harry, stand behind me."

Before Harry could react, Sirius Black quickly pulled out his wand and quickly stood in front of him.

"Who? Answer my question, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

Sirius Black looked at the figure who suddenly appeared in the room with a wary face and shouted sharply.

Although the wizarding world generally believes that not many Death Eaters will continue to follow Voldemort since Voldemort is gone, Black, who has been in Azkaban for nearly ten years, knows very well that among the Death Eaters, except for some members of the Malfoy family,

In addition to those kind of wallflowers, there are indeed many die-hard lunatics.

"Wait, Blake, don't do anything... That person seems to be..."

Harry, who was caught off guard and pulled behind him by his godfather, poked his head out and glanced at the mysterious visitor lying on the bed in his bedroom. He was slightly stunned. He had light yellow hair and fluffy Slytherin wizard robes... This was——

"Draco? Why are you here?!"

Harry cried out in surprise, passed Sirius Black, walked straight to Draco, grabbed his hand, pulled him up from his bed, and hugged Malfoy like a brother.

Draco Lucius's son, Draco Malfoy?

Sirius Black looked at the pale boy not far away and frowned heavily.

As the godfather of Harry Potter, in addition to the investigation of the Dursleys, what he learned more about after he was released from prison was the life of little Harry on the Hogwarts campus in the past year, and about the Malfoy family.

Children will naturally be familiar with it.

Strictly speaking, Draco was even considered his nephew.

After all, Draco's mother Narcissa Malfoy happens to be Sirius Black's cousin, although neither Black nor Malfoy seems to take this blood relationship too seriously - in order to maintain the status of the pure-blood family

, most pure-blood families in the magical world have certain marriage relationships.

"Do you still need to ask? Because today is your birthday, Potter..."

Draco Malfoy stood up straight, shook off Harry's arm on his shoulders, and stared into his eyes.

"But before that, I have to ask you a question before I decide whether I want to send you birthday wishes - I have clearly agreed to keep in touch. Why do I write to you every day, but you don't reply to any of them?

Pass me?!"

"Although it may sound incredible, you must listen to my explanation."

Facing Draco Malfoy's aggressive questioning, Harry brushed his hair and said anxiously.

"In the past month, all the letters you wrote to me have been intercepted by a house elf, and my uncle only allowed me to send letters once. If I want to release Hedwig again, I can only send it to you.

Only when you reply..."

"Oh? Really? A house elf that hangs around your house all day long and specially intercepts your letters?"

Draco Malfoy raised his eyebrows and snorted noncommittally.

"yes."

Harry nodded helplessly and replied dejectedly.

Although he didn't know much about house elves, magical creatures that only appeared in ancient wizarding families, but due to his experience at Hogwarts in the past year, Harry really couldn't figure out what he had offended.

A student of which wizarding family, so much so that the other party specially sent a house elf to cut off the connection between him and his friends.

Of course, Harry himself knew that unless he saw something like this with his own eyes, it would not be very convincing.

Ignoring Harry's somewhat depressed mood, Malfoy raised his eyebrows and asked casually.

"You just said...that your uncle allowed you to send a letter once? Are you asking the eldest sister for help?"

"No, how did I know that such a thing would happen at that time. Of course, the first time I wrote to you was as promised."

As he spoke, Harry subconsciously raised his head and glanced at his godfather who was hesitant to speak behind him. After thinking about it, he chose to try to explain it himself first - the only witness was the house elf of his godfather's family, and it seemed that he had no idea.

So convincing.

"But if my guess is correct, the letter I sent you was probably intercepted by the elf named Dobby."

"Wait, more...than?"

Draco Malfoy, who was a little happy after hearing the first half of the sentence, suddenly became startled and frowned suddenly.

"How do you know who intercepted your letter? I mean, the elf's name..."

"Actually, I'm not sure, but the little guy keeps saying [Dobby wants to protect Harry Potter], [Dobby is doing this for Mr. Potter's own good], [Mr. Potter should listen to Dobby]...

…So I guess that’s what his name should be.”

Harry replied weakly and spread his hands helplessly.

Dobby? How could it be Dobby? Is it the same name or similar pronunciation?

The doubts on Draco Malfoy's face became more and more obvious. After being silent for a while, he asked softly.

"What does that house elf look like - no, they all look similar - well, Harry, do you remember what kind of 'clothes' that mean guy who intercepted your letters was wearing?!"

I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but Draco Malford emphasized the word ‘clothes’.

"Um." Harry thought for a few seconds and said with some uncertainty, "I didn't see it clearly, but I remember that it seemed to be wearing an old pillowcase that had been washed white. By the way, there were some scars on its ears.

——What, Draco, do you know whose house elf this is? I almost forgot, you should have been a guest in some wizarding families..."

"I……"

Draco Malfoy had no words to respond for a moment, and his thoughts fell into chaos.

There is no doubt that judging from Harry's description, it is most likely their house elf.

But - how could it be Dobby?! How could it be Dobby?!

In the entire Malfoy Manor, there are only three wizards who can give orders to Dobby. Apart from himself, only his father Lucius Malfoy and mother Narcissa Malfoy can give orders to Dobby.

However, Draco Malfoy really couldn't understand why his parents did this, and he didn't know how to answer Harry next. You must know that he was originally planning to come over to ask for punishment, but now like this——

"Humph, of course he knows the house elf who intercepted your envelope."

At this moment, Harry and Draco suddenly heard a disdainful snort in their ears.

Sirius Black walked over expressionlessly, pulled his godson away from Draco, looked up and down very slowly at Draco Malfoy, who was shaking and pale, and said coldly.

"Because, that's the Malfoy family, the house elf of their own family - if I didn't show up today, do you think you can become Harry's only friend with this little trick?! Sure enough,

I have long known that Lucius Malfoy's son is not a simple-minded little wizard."

"No, no, I really don't know..."

Draco Malfoy's eyes widened suddenly, and he defended quickly in a panic.

He felt himself trembling, not because he was afraid of the menacing Sirius Black, but because he suddenly had a complicated emotion of being deceived by his parents, misunderstood by his friends, unable to even defend himself, mixed with fear and anger.

"That's enough, I don't want to listen to the Malfoy family's excuses. Now, get out of here!"

Black narrowed his eyes, interrupted Draco's words directly, and looked down at the little wizard in front of him.

"Today is Harry's birthday. Don't force me to cast a curse on you. Since you are my nephew, I won't hold you accountable for setting up Harry this time. But from now on in school, leave Harry."

Stay away!"

"I……"

A blush of embarrassment appeared on Draco Malfoy's face, he clenched the unfinished birthday letter in his hand, gritted his teeth hard, took a deep breath, and opened the finger that Black was pointing at his nose.

, said word by word.

"I didn't send Dobby to intercept Harry's envelope. I swear on the honor of the Malfoy family! And what happened in this, I will find out later! As for things in school, it's up to you for the time being.

It’s not up to you to take care of it!”

"I'm sorry, I was worried about your situation, so I secretly came here to celebrate your birthday..."

Immediately afterwards, Draco turned his head to look at Harry, who was standing aside, and curled his lips unnaturally.

"Anyway, just hope you're fine... Then I'll go back first... Well, um... Hedwig, can you lend me a loan first? I'll write a letter and ask the chubby chicken from Hogwarts under the eldest sister's head to be shipped quickly.

I'll send you back to Malfoy Manor..."

"I'm sorry, I don't think that's possible."

Harry regained his composure and replied without any tact.

Draco was startled for a moment, then sighed slowly and long, with a look of disappointment on his face.

Harry walked past his godfather again, walked to Draco, and looked into his gray eyes very seriously.
To be continued...