Noticing that both Harry and Ron were looking at him, Elwyn could not help but shift his attention away from the parchment in his hands.
"Those incantations are undoubtedly traces left behind by a powerful magic." He paused for a moment, trying to find a more accurate adjective. "It's proof. Of course, it could also be related to magical weapons."
In fact, he was also a little confused. What was Dumbledore doing?
Those incantations could be the backlash of magic, or they could have been voluntarily imprinted on the parchment.
Because he did not know the specific situation, Elwyn could not analyze what kind of magic it was, nor could he determine what Dumbledore was doing.
Currently, he could confirm that the incantations were related to Gunter's ring.
In other words, it was related to the fifteen-year-old Riddle.
The rest could only be guessed. Perhaps the incantations were a magical seal.
The incantations contained powerful forces, magic, or dangerous creatures. This was a forbidden black magic that could transform one's body. Lord Voldemort had used it in the past, absorbing the power of sealed magical items or creatures to enhance his own strength. Considering that Dumbledore would not use this method to enhance his own strength, it was possible that the power in the seal could only be used when the seal was unlocked. At that time, it would explode with shocking destructive power...
"This is very suspicious, isn't it?" Ron continued his analysis. "Dumbledore was often not in the castle this semester. If you ask me, he must have secretly gone to make a weapon. A powerful magical weapon could easily kill Lord Voldemort and that scary monster. "
There was a short silence again. Elwyn sighed and said, "Ron, such a weapon does not exist."
"Even if it's magic related to the ancient times, is it impossible? For example, sorcerer's stone. You mentioned before that sorcerer's stone was the source of magic used by ancient warlocks to cast powerful magic. What about weapons that use sorcerer's stone as energy? And the secret treasure left behind by the four founders of Hogwarts. What would be in there? Could it be a weapon? "
Well, since it involved such profound content, Elwyn could not answer.
This was not something he knew. He should hurry up and study the Demon Summoning spell.
"I don't think Dumbledore would do that," Harry said.
"That's hard to say. Dumbledore is a much more powerful wizard than us." Ron said, "By the way, are you going to tell Dumbledore about the conversation between Snape and Malfoy?"
"Of course. I want to tell everyone who can stop them that we should expose Snape's true colors." Harry immediately said, "Dumbledore comes first, and Sirius. Um, I might have to talk to your father."
"You'd better not say anything about it in the letter."
"I know!" said Harry.
"Alas, if you ask me, whether it's Dumbledore, my father, or anyone else, they will all say that Snape doesn't really want to help Malfoy. He just wants to find out what Malfoy is up to." Ron said, "Probably only Sirius is an exception, but he has always had conflicts with Snape."
"Hmph, that's because they didn't hear his tone." Harry said flatly, "No one can act that well, not even Snape. He was sent by Lord Voldemort, and he acted to confuse Dumbledore."
Well, the topic shifted to suspecting Snape. This could be considered a daily topic.
Elwyn tried hard to read the contents of the parchment again. Harry and Ron continued their game of wizard chess.
After another half an hour, Hermione and Elaine rubbed their eyes and walked down the stairs.
Because it was a holiday, and because there was still no news from Dumbledore, everyone was a little lazy.
Outside the window, snowflakes fluttered in the air.
The topic returned to the conversation between Snape and Malfoy last night. Hermione refuted Ron's ideas one by one.
Ron's face became redder and redder. If this continued, the fragile friendship between the two of them that had just been restored might end at any time.
Just then, there was a slight noise, and the house-elf Dobby appeared out of thin air in front of them.
He was bowing to a few people, his nose almost touching the floor.
"Dobby!"
"Why are you up here?"
"Master Elwyn, Harry? Potter, Miss Granger! " Dobby screamed excitedly, his green eyes wide open. "Professor Dumbledore asked Dobby to come up to inform you. He's waiting for you in the kitchen."
"Dumbledore is back. He's in the kitchen?"
"Yes, he's waiting for you downstairs."
Elwyn did not expect Dumbledore to act so quickly. Today was the first day of the holiday.
As soon as the students left the Hogwarts, they began to act.
Soon, the group left the Gryffindor Common Lounge with excited and nervous hearts.
Along the way, Hermione asked Dobby about the recent treatment of the house-elves in the kitchen. She also told him about the house-elves that were working at Fred and George's place. She hoped that they could set a good example.
"Dobby knows about this. A lot of elves have been talking about it recently. They think it's a last resort."
"That's not bad. At least they're not against it, right? I thought they'd think it's a shame. Last resort? "Hermione said. She seemed to be in a good mood." In other words, they've accepted it in disguise? Those stubborn fellows have begun to prepare for employment and payment? "
"It's not payment, Miss. House-Elves don't need payment."
"But Fred and George are paying the two hundred elves under them."
"They think that's, that's …" Dobby did not seem to know what to say. He seemed a little anxious and explained incoherently, "They work there to survive. They have no choice. They only need to work and get the most basic food. They don't need payment."
Well, Elwyn could roughly understand what Dobby meant.
At Hermione's request, Fred and George were now trying to improve the food of the house-elves who worked at their place, but until now, they had not succeeded in giving them money or holidays. This indeed could not be considered payment. It could only be said that they were "slaves" who were treated better.
"Dobby, what do you think about this?" Hermione asked.
"Dobby thinks that they are not free house-elves. It's wrong for them to do this, but, but …"
"Please, you can't bring up vomiting every time you see the house-elves." Ron could not help but say, "You'll make them nervous. Besides, we're going to summon a demon soon, a real demon. I haven't slept for a few nights after I heard the news, and you're here worrying about the treatment of house-elves?"
"It's not vomiting. It's the Association for the Rights and Interests of House-Elves. The five of us are cadres of this organization." Hermione said angrily. "Of course I'm nervous now. Who wouldn't be nervous when we're about to face a demon? But this is not a reason for us to ignore the protection of the rights and interests of house-elves. "
This was probably Hermione's way of distracting herself, but she did do a lot of things for the house-elves over the years. It was a thankless job, and it was difficult to get the understanding of wizards and even the house-elves themselves. However, Hermione persisted. If there was an award for eliminating unfair discrimination and promoting racial equality, it should be given to her.
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