Chapter 147 Dobby Is Free!

A surge of magic power burst out from Dobby, knocking Lucius away.

Fortunately, Lucius's reaction was not slow. He quickly took out his wand from his sleeve and waved it, so that he landed on the ground steadily instead of being directly embedded in the wall.

"Dobby! You!" He said angrily to Dobby.

And Dobby also responded without giving in: "Dobby is already, free!"

Lucius calmly tidied his clothes, snorted coldly, and waved his wand to leave this place of trouble.

As Lucius left, Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief.

And before that, he was holding his breath not because he was afraid that Lucius would be in danger here, he and his aunt's family, but purely because he was afraid that Lucius would say a few words in the room, and there would be another cloud of dust in the room.

Although it was very cool to tell Draco Malfoy "Your father is dead" when school started, the little angel Harry was really a born good person.

In his eyes, most villains don't need to die. For example, Lucius Malfoy is just a middle-aged wizard who is disgusting, bad and slick.

And Draco Malfoy is just a classmate who loves to be a jerk.

As for Greyback.

"Professor, this pile..." Harry pointed at the ashes on the ground and asked.

"This... I'm not good at housework magic, Mrs. Dursley, where is the vacuum cleaner? I'll help you clean it up." Kaysen said subconsciously.

"No, no, no... No, I'll do it myself later."

"No, no, Dobby can!" Dobby just snapped his fingers, and a breeze rolled up the dust on the ground. He picked up the scarf and shook it gently, and the scarf regained its brilliance.

And Petunia still didn't want to take the scarf... After all, it was not clean.

"Professor, I'm asking why this man... Why did you kill him." Harry asked again, this time very clearly.

"Oh... a person who is not worth dying for. Remus can explain the details to you." Kaysen said, looking down and thinking.

In order to get one more freedom, Harry let Mrs. Dursley's scarf stick to the soul ring... and it was his student.

His parents died in the battle against Voldemort. Dumbledore didn't care about it. Other relatives and friends were not around him. If he didn't help him, who would help him?

Soon he felt in his pocket for a long time... but didn't touch it.

"Uh... Mrs. Dursley, how much is this scarf?" Kaysen took out the wallet containing pounds with some pain.

"No, no, no... No, no." Petunia shook her head quickly, fearing that she would become ashes if she was a little slower.

And Kaysen picked up the scarf helplessly.

Well, Burberry, a serious high-end scarf from old England, the official price fluctuates from 100 pounds to 800 pounds.

"Ah..." Kaysen groaned for a moment, and with a painful look on his face, he counted out about 800 pounds from his wallet and put them on the table, pressing them up with a cup.

"Okay, Mr. Dursley, Ms. Dursley, and... Mr. Dursley, I hope I didn't scare you. This is to compensate you for the scarves. We will leave now... Harry will be with us for about half a day, and we will send him back before dinner."

Kaysen said, motioning Harry to go upstairs and put on his clothes quickly, while Lupin and Dobby cleaned up the mess in the room made by Greyback. Soon Harry ran downstairs in his coat, ran straight out the door, and stopped to wait for Kaysen and others.

"God bless you." Kaysen did not forget to say goodbye to the Dursley family with the blessing words of ordinary people before leaving.

Only after Kaysen and Dobby left did the Dursleys, who were hiding in the corner of the room, stand up tremblingly. Dudley Dursley suddenly said, "He's quite stylish, isn't he?"

"Well, he's a gentleman. It would be even better if he was a normal person." Vernon Dursley nodded and said.

"What do you think, Mom?"

"... Indeed, at least he's the most cultured of all the wizards I know."

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"How about going to Diagon Alley? You should be tired of staying in my office." Kaysen suggested to the other three.

"Okay."

"Then go your own way and meet at the ice cream shop. I can't teleport with anyone... Lupin, you take Harry and... Dobby." Kaysen teleported away from the spot.

Kaysen, who arrived one step ahead, ordered four ice creams, and soon Lupin and the other two also walked into the shop.

"Come over here." Kaysen waved.

"Dobby's too!" Dobby said shrilly as he watched Kaysen push a portion of ice cream in front of him.

"Obviously, yes, feel free to eat it." Kaysen said.

Harry suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Professor, I have to go to the bathroom." He ran out of the ice cream shop quickly.

"....What's wrong with him?" Lupin asked in confusion.

"Didn't I say, go to the bathroom."

"I mean... oh, I should know what he's going to do." Lupin suddenly realized at this time, he remembered that when they were still at the Dursleys' house, Kaysen took out a stack of pounds with a painful look on his face to pay for Petunia's scarf.

Harry should have noticed the scene at that time. Now he probably went to Gringotts to withdraw money.

"What do you know now?" Kaisen touched his chin in confusion: "You can see it, why can't I see it?"

"Maybe everyone's talent points are different." Lupin said and looked at Dobby opposite: "Your name is Dobby, right? Can you see what Harry is going to do?"

Dobby nodded: "Of course Dobby can see it. Harry Potter is a good boy and a great man. He knows how to repay his kindness. Of course he will choose..."

"Hey, don't say it, it's OK here." Lupin suddenly laughed and waved to Dobby to stop.

Things that even house elves can see, but Kaisen can't see.

He looked at Kaisen, who was concentrating on eating ice cream, with some amusement. I really don't know how a person with such low emotional intelligence is so popular.

But after thinking about it carefully, it's normal.

It is this kind of good heart without any carving and decoration that is precious.

This kind of sincere praise or even sarcasm from a pure heart is sometimes much better than the so-called high emotional intelligence and various ways of praising people.