But no, she gave Elwyn a picture album, all of which were drawings she had drawn herself, recording the things that happened between her and Elwyn.
Elwyn then knew that Elaine's drawings were so good, it was completely at a professional level.
There were many pages in the picture album, the content was all over the place, and the drawings were very detailed.
The first one was the night two years ago when she and Ivan met on that fateful night.
Flipping through the pages, there was also the Quidditch World Cup final, when she went to Elwyn's room, and what happened between the two of them.
Elwyn suddenly stopped and stared at the drawing for a long time with a blushing face. The style of the drawing was too realistic, didn't that girl know how to be more reserved?
He raised his head and looked carefully. Harry and Ron were both opening presents, not paying attention to him.
Elwyn immediately closed the picture album and put it in his pocket. This kind of commemorative picture album should be kept carefully, and not taken out casually …
Elwyn decided to hide this picture album and the things that Elaine had left with him that day in the deepest part of the house, and keep them as a permanent collection.
There was no way to deal with them anyway, and he couldn't take them out to show off, so it was better to hide them.
Dobby also gave Elwyn a very ugly drawing, only he and Harry received it.
Elwyn looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't guess what this guy was trying to express. It was too abstract, like a gibbon with a distorted face.
In the end, Elwyn found his name on the back of the drawing, and only then did he know that Dobby had drawn his portrait …
In addition, there was a gift from Gabri, some French trinkets, and a greeting card.
This guy actually said that she might come to Hogwarts next year for an exchange study, because Mrs. Maxim said that there was such a connection between schools.
England was so dangerous now, why did these guys come all the way here …
With a snap, Fred and George appeared at the foot of the bed.
"Merry Christmas!" said George cheerfully. "Don't come downstairs just yet."
"Why?" Ron asked, looking at the luxurious broomstick maintenance kit Sirius had given him with satisfaction.
Sirius had collected everyone's wishes in advance and figured out what they wanted the most. As always, he showed that he was very rich and fulfilled all their wishes, choosing the most expensive one to buy. Therefore, the Christmas present he gave this year was also the most expensive and satisfying.
"Mom's crying again," Fred said gravely. "Percy sent the Christmas jumper back."
"Not even a note," said George. "How heartless!"
"We want to comfort Mom." Fred said as he walked over to Harry, who was holding Dobby's painting. "Tell her that Percy is just a pile of rat poop …"
"But it was useless!" George said as he took a chocolate frog and ate it. "So Dad took it. It's best to wait for him to persuade her before we go down for breakfast."
"Hey, what's this?" Fred asked, looking at Dobby's painting in Harry's hand. "A giant monster with four eyes?!"
"It's Harry!" George said, pointing to the back of the painting. "It's written on the back."
"Very similar!" Fred laughed.
Harry threw the new homework planner that Hermione had given him at him, but Fred dodged it.
The planner hit the wall and fell to the ground, saying happily, "As long as you add a dot to the i and a horizontal to the t, you can do anything!"
A few minutes later, they got up, got dressed, and went downstairs. On the stairs, they met Hermione.
"Ginny is in the house writing a reply to Michael, and Elaine has gone to see her uncle," she explained, then smiled. She explained, then smiled and said, "Thank you for the quill, Evan. It was just what I needed. Harry, your 'New Principles of Digital Divination' is not bad either. I've been wanting to buy a copy ever since I saw it in the library. And that bottle of perfume of yours, Ron. It's really special. "
"You're welcome." Ron said unhappily. "And thank you for your homework planner and the quill that Elwyn suggested."
This year, he had given Hermione, Ginny, and Elaine perfume. Elwyn suspected that it was Lavender's suggestion.
He must have consulted her to know what the girls would like.
Unfortunately, Hermione, Ginny, and Elaine did not know how to use it. Only Lavender would wear perfume every day.
"What's that in your hand?" Harry asked.
"Christmas presents!" said Hermione, holding a beautiful gift bag in her hand.
"Who's it for?"
"Kreacher!"
"It better not be clothes!" Ron warned immediately. "Although his attitude has improved recently, don't forget what Sirius said before. Kreacher knows too much. We can't let him go!"
Hermione had tried to persuade Sirius to let Kreacher go. This was the answer she had gotten from Sirius.
"It's not clothes!" Hermione said. "Although if it were up to me, I would definitely ask him to change out of that rag. I really don't understand why you call that a dress. It's just a floral quilt. I think it will brighten up his bedroom a little. "
"What bedroom?" The others looked at her. They had just remembered that they did not know where Kreacher lived.
"Oh, I asked him the night before yesterday. Sirius said it's not a bedroom, just a nest," Hermione said. "I think he sleeps under the boiler in the kitchen cabinet."
Mr. Weasley had gone to work. Lady Weasley was alone in the basement.
She had stood by the fire wishing them a Merry Christmas. It sounded as if she had a bad cold.
She must have been very sad about Percy, for they all averted their eyes.
Continuing down the cellar stairs, they came to a dark door in the corner opposite the pantry.
"Is this Kreacher's room?"
"Yes!" Hermione was a little nervous now. "Well, I think we'd better knock. Be polite."
She rapped on the door with her knuckles. There was no sound.
"He must have slipped upstairs," Ron said impatiently, opening the door recklessly.
Most of the cabinet was taken up by a big old boiler, but a foot or so under the pipes Kreacher had made a nest for himself. There were all kinds of rags and smelly old blankets on the floor. There was a little hollow in the middle where Kreacher curled up and slept every night.
There was some leftover food in the doorway, which Kreacher did not throw away. He picked it up and ate it himself. In the far corner were some glittering trinkets and coins that he had saved from Sirius over the last few days. He did not think they should be thrown away.
Elwyn noticed that there was a picture of Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange.
It was a family picture, with a much younger Mrs. Blake, Andromeda Tonks, Tonks' mother, and Sirius and his brother, Regulus. They were all very young, but already showed very different qualities.
The most eye-catching was probably Bellatrix. She was the eldest daughter of the Blake family.
She had been about fourteen or fifteen years old at the time, wearing a captain's badge on her chest. She looked at them arrogantly, her head held high.
Next to this picture was a picture of Bellatrix alone.
She had been about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old at the time, completely different from the previous picture. She looked more like the one in Dumbledore's meditation pot.
She had dark skin, swollen eyelids, and the arrogance on her face had completely turned into madness.
No one knew what she had gone through in the past decade or so, from a proud little girl to the most evil Death Eater.
It seemed that she was Kreacher's favorite picture. He had put her at the top and stuck the broken glass together clumsily with magic tape.
This made Elwyn very uncomfortable. Because of Regulus, Kreacher now obeyed them and began to rebel against Lord Voldemort.
But emotionally, he still liked Narcissa and Bellatrix more.
As far as he was concerned, they were his real mistresses. That was probably it.
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