Elwyn read very slowly, for fear of accidentally missing something.
It was really a torture to find information from such a document, and the key point was that he was not sure if there was any record of the homestead of the Houseelf.
Next to him, Harry and Ron began to discuss the conversation they overheard last night.
Dumbledore's attitude surprised Harry, and at the same time, he was a little discouraged.
He didn't understand why it wasn't important. Malfoy and Snape were obviously planning something …
Just then, there was a noise, and Fred and George appeared in mid-air, landing heavily on Harry and Ron's bed.
"Fred, George, can you two not use your phantoms?" Ron shouted.
"Sorry, sorry, the room is too small, and I didn't control my strength well." Fred said, with a smirk on his face, "Ron, we just came back and heard about your feat of cutting your fingers with a knife."
"I was cutting cabbage!" Ron said angrily.
"Yes, God bless you, I believe you will soon be able to show us how to use a knife properly." George said, with the same smirk on his face as Fred, "Cutting your fingers with a knife … ouch!"
Ron threw the pillow in front of him, and it hit George.
"Well, I will be seventeen in a little more than two months, and then I can use magic outside of school!" Ron said irritably, "Just you wait, when the time comes …"
"I believe you will use magic that no one has ever thought of to subdue us." Fred said, yawning.
According to the "Wizard Confidentiality Act" and "Minor Wizards Are Prohibited from Casting Magic Outside of School", young wizards could not use magic outside of school, or the Ministry of Magic would track it, so they could only use a knife to cut cabbage. But in fact, Elwyn had used magic outside of school many times, and there were many ways to avoid being tracked by the Ministry of Magic, such as not using his own wand, or in a place where the Ministry of Magic could not track him.
"Hello, Elwyn, Harry, how is this semester? Is it boring without our Hogwarts? " George ignored Ron, turned to say hello to Elwyn and Harry, and then noticed the thick pile of magic books in front of Elwyn. "God, Elwyn, it's Christmas break, you don't have to work so hard."
"I'm looking for information about the home of house-elves." Elwyn said, briefly telling them what had happened in the morning.
"The home of house-elves?" Fred said with interest, "I've never heard of such a place."
"After all, it was more than a thousand years ago, and now house-elves only live in wizards' homes."
As the name suggested, this was why they were called house-elves.
Elves raised at home usually lived in the corner of the kitchen or in the cupboard.
"Did house-elves really have a home of their own?"
"That's what the devil said. I think there should be. After all, a thousand years ago, wizards conquered house-elves through war and occupied their territory." Elwyn said, pausing, "Well, this place may not be too far away, somewhere in England."
House-Elves originated in England, the place that was occupied by wizards …
Elwyn suddenly thought that if it was still a wizard gathering area, then the search area would be greatly reduced. With the expansion of Muggle, there were not many pure wizard gathering areas in England, such as Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, Diagon Alley, and …
Since it was called the home of house-elves, even if it was once a home, would there be many house-elves gathering there?!
Elwyn felt that this was an idea, and he could follow this direction to find information.
Another idea could be to follow Hufflepuff's experience. The one who brought the treasure key back to the home of house-elves was Hufflepuff's house-elf, and Plenty was her friend. The two must be related. As one of the four founders of Hogwarts and the first headmaster, Helga? Hufflepuff had left behind much more information than house-elves, so he might be able to speculate something.
"We can ask the house-elves who work in the shop. They might know something." George said, "As you know, house-elves are all servants of the extinct ancient pure-blooded wizard families. They know a lot of ancient secrets that we don't know. These things are passed down among house-elves from generation to generation."
"Well, we can give it a try," Elwyn said.
This was also an idea. They could ask house-elves, they did know a lot of things.
"By the way, how's business in the shop recently?"
"Booming, that's great!" Fred perked up at the mention of business. "When Hogwarts is on holiday, our place is full, but Mom insisted that we come back for the holiday. She said that everyone is here."
"There are a lot of people this year, but Charlie definitely won't be back. Those baby dragons can't live without him." George said, "That big idiot Percy isn't here either. Thank God, we don't have to share a room with him."
They discussed for a while. Fred, George, and Elwyn discussed the details of transferring the basic products to Muggle's production, until Lady Weasley called them down for dinner. In the days that followed, everyone began to help Elwyn look through the information, looking for the so-called "homestead of house-elves."
However, except for Hermione, the others were all hot-blooded for three minutes and did not persist.
Soon, it was the night before Christmas.
Weasley's family and the guests sat in the living room. Hermione, Ginny, and Elaine decorated the room in a riot of colors, as if a piece of paper had exploded. They were very satisfied, but the boys all knew that the little angel at the top of the Christmas tree was actually a garden gnome, not a decoration.
When Fred was plucking the carrots for Christmas dinner, the little goblin bit his ankle, so he was put under a stun spell, painted gold, stuffed into a little ballet dress, and glued a pair of small wings on his back, replacing the angel that had been placed on top of the Christmas tree.
At this moment, he was glaring at them from the top of the tree.
This was simply the ugliest angel in history. It had a bald head like a potato, and there was hair on its feet.
Fortunately, neither Hermione, Elaine, nor Ginny noticed this damage.
They were all listening to Lady Weasley's favorite singer, Serena Warbeck's Christmas broadcast. Warbeck's Christmas broadcast. Her voice flowed softly from the big wood-paneled radio.
Hibiscus Chinensis seemed to find Serena very boring, and she spoke loudly in a corner.
She told Elwyn and Hermione about her wedding arrangements for next summer, and about Gabri.
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