Chapter 147 Many comparisons, freedom! (Ch 147)

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

Fortunately, Lucius’s reaction was not slow. He quickly took out his wand from his sleeve and waved it, allowing himself to land steadily on the ground instead of being directly stuck to the wall.

“Dobby! You!” he said angrily looking at Dobby.

And Dobby responded without giving in: “Dobby is already, free!”

Lucius calmly straightened his clothes, snorted coldly, waved his wand and left this place of trouble.

Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief as Lucius left.

The reason why he was holding his breath before was not because he was afraid that he and his aunt’s family would be in danger with Lucius here, but simply because he was afraid that Lucius would say a few more words in the room and there would be another cloud of dust in the room.

Although it felt great to wait until school started and tell Draco Malfoy, “Your father is dead,” the little angel Harry was truly a born good person.

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

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

As for Greyback.

“Professor, this pile of…” Harry asked, pointing at the ashes on the ground.

“Well… I’m not good at housework magic, Mrs. Dursley, where is the vacuum cleaner? I’ll help you clean it up.” Kaisen said subconsciously.

“No, no, no… No, I’ll do it myself later.”

“No, no, Dobby can do it!” Dobby just snapped his fingers, and a breeze blew up the dust on the ground. He picked up the scarf and shook it gently, and the scarf regained its luster.

But Penny still didn’t want to take the scarf…after all, it was no longer clean.

“Professor, I’m asking why…why did you kill this man?” Harry asked again, this time very clearly.

“Oh… a person whose death is not worth it. Remus can explain the details to you.” Kaisen said, lowering his eyes and thinking.

In order to gain more freedom, Harry had a soul ring attached to one of Mrs. Dursley’s scarves… and it was from his own student.

His parents died in the battle against Voldemort, Dumbledore didn’t care, and his other relatives and friends weren’t there for him. If he didn’t help himself, who would?

Soon he searched his pockets for a long time…but didn’t find anything.

“Um…Mrs. Dursley, how much is this scarf?” Kaisen took out the wallet containing British pounds with some pain.

“No, no, no… No, thanks.” Penny shook her head quickly, afraid that if she was even a little slower she would turn into ashes.

Kaisen had no choice but to pick up the scarf himself.

Well, Burberry, a genuine high-end silk scarf from old England, has an official selling price ranging from £100 to £800.

“Ah…” Kaisen pondered for a moment, counted out about eight hundred pounds from his wallet with a painful look on his face, put them on the table, and pressed them up with a cup.

“Well, Mr. Dursley, Ms. Dursley, and… Mr. Dursley Jr., I hope I didn’t scare you. This is compensation for your scarves. We will leave now… Harry will be with us for about half a day, and we will return him before dinner.”

Kaisen motioned for Harry to go upstairs and get dressed, while Lupin and Dobby cleaned up the room that was messed up by Greyback. Soon Harry ran downstairs in his coat and ran straight out the door before stopping to wait for Kaisen and the others.

“God bless you.” Before leaving, Kaysen did not forget to say goodbye to the Dursley family with the blessings of ordinary people.

It was not until Kaisen and his men, as well as Dobby, had all left that the Dursleys, who had been hiding in the corner of the room, stood up tremblingly. Dudley Dursley suddenly said, “He’s quite stylish, isn’t he?”

“Well, he’s a gentleman. It would be better if he was a normal person.” Vernon Dursley nodded and said.

“What do you think, mom?”

“…Indeed, he is at least the most cultured one among the wizards I know.”

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“How about going to Diagon Alley? You must be tired of staying in my office.” Kaisen suggested to the other three.

“Can.”

“Then go your separate ways and meet at the ice cream shop. My teleportation can’t carry anyone… Lupin, you take Harry and… Dobby.” With that, Kaisen teleported away from the spot.

Kaisen, who arrived earlier, ordered four ice creams, and soon Lupin and the other two also walked into the shop.

“Come here quickly.” Kaisen waved.

“Is there Dobby’s too?” Dobby said in a shrill voice as he watched Kaisen push a portion of ice cream in front of him.

“Obviously, yes, feel free to eat it,” Kaysen said.

Harry suddenly remembered something: “Oh, Professor, I have to go to the bathroom.” Then he ran out of the ice cream shop quickly.

“….What happened to him?” Lupin asked with some confusion.

“Didn’t I tell you to 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 Dursley’s house, Kaysen took out a stack of pounds with a painful look on his face to compensate Petunia for the scarf.

And Harry should have noticed the scene at that time. Now he has something to do, so he is probably going 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 has different talents.” Lupin said, looking at Dobby across from him: “Your name is Dobby, right? Do you see what Harry is going to do?”

Dobby nodded: “Of course Dobby can see that Harry Potter is a good boy and a great man. He knows how to repay his kindness, so of course he will choose…”

“Hey, stop talking, this is it.” Lupin suddenly laughed and waved at Dobby to stop.

Things that even the house elves could see, but Kaysen couldn’t.

He looked at Kaisen, who was concentrating on eating ice cream, with some amusement. He really didn’t know how someone with such low emotional intelligence could be so popular.

But after thinking about it carefully, it is actually normal.

It is this kind of kindness, without any embellishment or modification, that is so 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.