CHAPTER TWO
“You can’t have met many decent wizards,” said Harry, trying to
cheer him up.
Dobby shook his head. Then, without warning, he leapt up and
started banging his head furiously on the window, shouting, “Bad
Dobby! Bad Dobby!”
“Don’t — what are you doing?” Harry hissed, springing up and
pulling Dobby back onto the bed — Hedwig had woken up with a
particularly loud screech and was beating her wings wildly against
the bars of her cage.
“Dobby had to punish himself, sir,” said the elf, who had gone
slightly cross-eyed. “Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, sir. . . .”
“Your family?”
“The wizard family Dobby serves, sir. . . . Dobby is a house-
elf — bound to serve one house and one family forever. . . .”
“Do they know you’re here?” asked Harry curiously.
Dobby shuddered.
“Oh, no, sir, no . . . Dobby will have to punish himself most
grievously for coming to see you, sir. Dobby will have to shut his
ears in the oven door for this. If they ever knew, sir —”
“But won’t they notice if you shut your ears in the oven door?”
“Dobby doubts it, sir. Dobby is always having to punish himself
for something, sir. They lets Dobby get on with it, sir. Sometimes
they reminds me to do extra punishments. . . .”
“But why don’t you leave? Escape?”
“A house-elf must be set free, sir. And the family will never set
Dobby free . . . Dobby will serve the family until he dies, sir. . . .”
Harry stared.
“And I thought I had it bad staying here for another four weeks,”
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