Under the strong request of Scrimgeour and the Ministry of Magic, Elwyn and Harry could not leave their line of sight.
Therefore, they could not go to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. This was also one of the main reasons why Elwyn decided not to go home this Christmas. He did not want his home to be monitored and protected by the Ministry of Magic like the Burrow. Every entry and exit had to be checked. His parents were just ordinary Muggle and could not stand this kind of stimulation.
Mr. Weasley had just said that Scrimgeour was now counting on Dumbledore.
Actually, he did not finish his sentence. He still wanted to firmly hold on to Elwyn and Harry. Whether it was Elwyn's previous performance or the Prophecy Ball that was kept in the Ministry of Magic, Scrimgeour understood that if he wanted to defeat Lord Voldemort, the two of them were the key figures. They were also the only things he could control at present.
If Elwyn was the head of the Ministry of Magic, he would definitely take measures against the two of them...
After returning to his room, Ron fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Elwyn was not sleepy. He took out the Ministry of Magic that recorded the information of the house-elf from a thousand years ago and started reading while chatting with Harry.
Harry did not sleep either. He leaned on the bed and quickly flipped through the "Advanced Magic Potion Making" book.
"What are you looking for?" Elwyn asked.
"The publication date. Lupin reminded me just now. This way, I can determine the time when the Prince was in the Hogwarts," he said.
Very quickly, he found the publication date of the book. It was almost fifty years ago.
"Almost fifty years!" Harry said disappointedly. Fifty years ago, his father and his friends were not in the Hogwarts.
"Fifty years. That's when Tom Riddle was in the Hogwarts," Elwyn said.
"It can't be him. There were a few years in between. The prince entered Hogwarts after him." Harry said uncertainly that the publication of this book was indeed too close to the time when the young Lord Voldemort was in the Hogwarts.
This discovery made him very uncomfortable. Harry did not want to admit that the half-blood prince was related to Lord Voldemort.
But judging from the current situation, even if they didn't contact each other, they definitely knew each other. Or …
Harry did not dare to think about it anymore. He threw the book back into the suitcase, said good night to Elwyn, and turned over to sleep. In a trance, he began to think about the werewolf, Snape, Sampark, and the half-blood prince. Finally, he fell asleep. His dreams were filled with the shadows of ghosts and the cries of bitten children.
On the other side, Elwyn also sighed.
Under the dim light, he stared at the small, dense words on the magic book in his hand. His vision blurred, and his thoughts became more and more unfocused.
The home of the house-elf. Where was this place?
He rethought the clues and plans he had so far, and felt that there were too many uncertain factors.
Elwyn pondered until a subtle sound came from outside the door. He looked at the door in surprise as it was pushed open a gap.
A white cat carefully crept in through the gap. It was Hermione!
She tilted her head slightly to the right and looked at Elwyn with shining eyes. She looked very cute and cute.
"Hermione?" Elwyn said softly and sat up on the bed.
What did she want to do here suddenly? A night attack?! Or a surprise event on Christmas Eve?!
Although it was unexpected, Elwyn did not refuse. He thought it was a good idea.
He lifted the quilt and waved at the white cat, motioning her to go to bed.
But keep your voice down later, the room is too small, and Harry and Ron are next to it.
Hermione did not come up. She waved her paw at Elwyn, asking him to go over.
Well, does it mean to change the place of battle?
Elwyn looked at Harry and Ron on the bed next to him, and reached out to turn off the lamp.
In a flash, in the darkness, a black cat jumped down from Elwyn's bed and quickly went to the gap in the door.
In the corridor, Elwyn followed Hermione, not sure where to go. The Shack was too small, and it was not soundproof, so there was no privacy. This was much worse than the old house of the Blake family, and it was too cold outside in this season.
If possible, he could take Hermione to find a place later. Number 12 Grimmauld Square, Diagon Alley, or the street of Muggle, or a hotel were all good choices, as long as they came back before tomorrow morning.
Today was Christmas Eve, and there must be a party going on outside. Why did they sleep so early?
Elwyn's imagination ran wild, and he soon noticed why Hermione was leading him to Ginny's room?!
What was going on? This was not a good choice. Just like before, Elaine and Ginny were still inside.
Especially Elaine, that guy was a night owl, he would definitely notice the two of them in a while.
Puzzled, Elwyn followed Hermione into Ginny's room, and saw the girls in their pajamas sitting on the bed, smiling at him.
Hermione transformed back, skillfully picked up Elwyn, and closed the door.
Something was wrong. Seeing that Hermione was about to hand him over to Elaine, Elwyn quickly jumped out of her arms.
He jumped onto Hermione's bed, changed back to his human form, and asked, "What do you three want?"
"A surprise event on Christmas Eve!" Elaine said. "After discussing it, we decided to ask you to do something special."
"Yeah, you can do whatever you want tonight," Ginny said with a smile.
"Don't joke around. Speak properly," Elwyn said. Did these three guys drink a strong aphrodisiac?
"What are you thinking? I just can't sleep, so I asked you to come over and sing," Hermione said.
She climbed onto the bed and kicked Elwyn to the end of the bed.
"Sing?"
"Yes, sing, but we have to be quiet later, don't let Mom hear us," Ginny said.
"Sing? Why did you ask me to come over?" Elwyn asked, a little more understanding of the current situation.
"It's too boring with just the three of us singing. We asked you to come over because you won't be discovered by Lady Weasley. If anything happens, we can handle it," Hermione said, snatching the blanket from Elwyn's hands.
Okay, Elwyn thought there would be a surprise, and it was indeed a surprise!
On Christmas Eve, he was asked to sing in a room by a girl. The reason was that he wouldn't be discovered and could handle any accidents.
Elwyn wasn't sure if he should be happy or not.
He sat at the end of Hermione's bed, stretched his legs under the blanket, and sang a song at Elaine's request.
Perhaps it was because the singing was too bad, Hermione even kicked his right leg in the middle.
Of course, Elwyn wouldn't let himself be taken advantage of, so he went straight for her …
… …
The next morning, when Elwyn woke up, he felt as if his body and heart had been hollowed out. So tired!
Hermione, Elaine, and Ginny were too excited last night and tossed around for a long time, but they sang quite well.
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