Recycling? Since when did gold and silver become trash?
Not to mention the craftsmanship itself, there was also the Blake family's coat of arms on them. These things were priceless.
But then again, the current heir of the Blake family, Sirius Blake, had thrown them all away!
Elwyn knew how much he hated these things. In his eyes, these things that could remind him of his unhappy past were all trash and worthless.
From this perspective, the Mondungues stealing them and selling them to others was indeed recycling.
However, the fact that he had stolen these things from the old house of the Blake Family made people feel bad …
"I will talk to Sirius about this. Maybe he will agree with the idea of recycling," Elwyn said.
"No, Elwyn, I, you can't, for the sake of the past …" the Mondungues stammered.
Obviously, he was still very afraid of Sirius. This guy was not very brave.
He was not brave, but he dared to steal from Sirius. It could only be said that he was brainless in front of gold.
"Forget it. If it wasn't for the sake of our past friendship, I would have arrested you right now," Elwyn said, waving his hand impatiently. There was no sense of accomplishment in scaring this guy at all. "You should be glad that Harry or Kreacher didn't see you steal these things. They definitely won't let you off."
If Harry saw the Mondungues stealing from Sirius, who knew what he would do.
Elwyn thought about it and decided not to get involved. Anyway, these things were not valuable. If they were stolen, so be it.
With Kreacher watching, the Mondungues did not dare to be too presumptuous and empty the Blake family's old house.
As for stealing things, it was better to let Dumbledore and Sirius handle it.
"Please, Elwyn, Hermione, Elaine, if you don't tell me …" The Mondungues begged.
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Elaine. "It's so cold. Why are we standing here?"
"Hurry up," Elwyn urged. "The three of us don't care how you got these things."
The Mondungues panted heavily. His eyes wandered back and forth between Elwyn, Hermione, and Elaine. No one knew what he was thinking, but his hands did not stop moving. He swiftly put all the things on the ground into the box.
On the way to the Screaming Shack, he kept muttering that he had no choice but to do it because his mind was muddled. He begged Elwyn and the others to let him go, and asked them to hand over the box.
It was not until Elwyn said that if he continued to mutter, he would cast a curse on him. Only then did he reluctantly shut up.
After climbing up a slope, the four of them arrived at the Screaming Shack. Because of the higher ground, the wind here was even stronger than below.
The cold wind whistled past, and the wooden boards of the Screaming Shack creaked. It sounded like the wailing of a banshee.
Elwyn did not know what the atmosphere of trading a corpse was supposed to be like. But now, he just wanted to end the trade as soon as possible, and return to the warm bar below to drink a cup of warm buttered beer.
On the way, Hermione secretly discussed with Elwyn and decided to tell Dumbledore about it.
As for Elaine, she did not have any opinion. She did not care if the Mondungues stole anything, as long as it was not hers.
She wrapped herself tightly in the cloak and curled up behind Elwyn, using his body to block the wind.
"It's too cold. Hurry up, Dung, take that thing out." Elwyn said.
"It's inside." The Mondungues said, panting. He patted the box hard. "You should know how difficult it was for me to get this thing. I took a big risk. This is a special contraband. If someone found out that I was collecting this thing, I would be finished!"
Your life was finished long ago. More than twenty years ago.
"Did you come according to my request?" Elwyn asked directly.
"No problem. A fresh body of a house-elf. It died three days ago. It died of natural causes." The Mondungues said, grinning proudly. "This kind of thing can only be found by chance. I contacted many people. If you only wanted the body of a house-elf, I would have gotten it long ago."
He opened the box. There was a mezzanine under the pile of "junk."
The Mondungues knocked on it with his wand. The mezzanine opened, and Elwyn saw the body of the house-elf inside.
The house-elf was wearing clothes that looked like a dirty rag. He was very old. There was thick white hair under his ears. His skin was full of wrinkles. His eyes, the size of tennis balls, were protruding abnormally.
He had suffered when he was alive. His small body was full of scars.
Anyone who saw the body would come to such a conclusion. But this was the life of most house-elves.
They were always punishing themselves. They were not light or heavy. Their goal was to torture themselves to death.
Hermione, who was standing beside Elwyn, whispered. She could not bear to look at the house-elf inside.
In fact, she had always been suspicious about Elwyn's plan to use the body of a house-elf to summon a demon.
No matter how one looked at it, this spell did not look like a decent spell, and no one knew what the consequences would be.
Elaine also stepped forward to take a look. Then she stuck out her tongue and stepped back.
"How is it?" asked the Mondungues.
Elwyn took out his wand and cast a spell. The wand gently touched the body of the house-elf.
In the faint green light, a soul of the house-elf appeared from the tip of his wand. It was in a trance.
The green light rotated, and the soul grew bigger and bigger. Soon, it was about the size of a normal house-elf.
It looked at Elwyn dully, with a confused expression. Then, as if it heard something, it bowed to Elwyn.
The Mondungues looked at the sudden appearance of the soul of the house-elf and the magic used by Elwyn. His mouth was wide open. He did not understand what kind of magic it was. He put down the wand in his hand. God knows, he had planned to sneak up on the boy and cast a Forgotten Curse.
This was his original plan. He had planned it on the way to the Screaming Hut. Although he had heard that Elwyn was very strong, he was only fifteen years old. The Mondungues still looked down on him. He thought that those were just exaggerated stories in the newspapers to attract attention.
Now that he saw Elwyn use the magic, he realized how bold his idea was.
"This is it!" said Elwyn. He waved his wand and cut off the connection with the body of the house-elf.
He was satisfied with the state of the body. It was weak and had no magic.
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