He did not know or care whether they were wizards or Muggles, friends or foes; all he cared about was that a dark stain was spreading across Dobby’s front, and that he had stretched out...

But Dobby shouted, “You shall not harm Harry Potter! … He got up, face livid, and pulled out his wand, but Dobby raised a long, threatening finger. “You shall go now,” he said fiercely, pointing...

Oh you is a bad elf, Dobby!

There won’t be any need for that,” said Harry hastily.

Harry Potter mustn’t be angry… Dobby hoped… if Harry Potter thought his friends had forgotten him… Harry Potter might not want to go back to school, sir…