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Dobby’s Warning
DobbyhasheardDumbledore’spowersrivalthoseofHe-Who-Must-Not-Be-Namedattheheightofhisstrength. But,sir"-Dobby’svoicedroppedtoanurgentwhisper-"therearepowersDumbledoredoesn’t...powersnodecentwizard..."
AndbeforeHarrycouldstophim,Dobbyboundedoffthebed,seizedHarry’sdesklamp,andstartedbeatinghimselfaroundtheheadwithearsplittingyelps.
Asuddensilencefelldownstairs.TwosecondslaterHarry,heartthuddingmadly,heardUncleVernoncomingintothehall,calling, "Dudleymusthavelefthistelevisiononagain,thelittletyke!"
"Quick!Inthecloset!"hissedHarry,stuffingDobbyin,shuttingthedoor,andflinginghimselfontothebedjustasthedoorhandleturned.
"What-the-devil-are-you-doing?"saidUncleVernonthroughgrittedteeth,hisfacehorriblyclosetoHarry’s. "You’vejustruinedthepunchlineofmyJapanesegolferjoke...Onemoresoundandyou’llwishyou’dneverbeenborn,boy!"
Hestompedflat-footedfromtheroom.
Shaking,HarryletDobbyoutofthecloset.
"Seewhatit’slikehere?"hesaid."SeewhyI’vegottogobacktoHogwarts?It’stheonlyplaceI’vegot-well,IthinkI’vegotfriends."
"Friendswhodon’tevenwritetoHarryPotter?"saidDobbyslyly.
"Iexpectthey’vejustbeen-waitaminute,"saidHarry,frowning."Howdoyouknowmyfriendshaven’tbeenwritingtome?"
