"No, no, it's not troublesome at all …" Lady Weasley said softly.
She looked at them for a long time with a probing gaze, then smiled a little miserably, straightened up and walked away.
No one said anything, Elwyn, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Elaine silently watched her wave her wand by the clothesline, those wet clothes automatically hung in the air. At this moment, Lady Weasley's back seemed so sad, it made people's hearts ache …
Perhaps affected by this inexplicable sad atmosphere, this time even Ron, who was very dissatisfied with his mother recently, did not say anything.
In this kind of heavy atmosphere, Harry's seventeenth birthday arrived.
That morning, Elwyn woke up with a start, Harry and Ron on the bed next to him kept talking in their sleep.
Ron sometimes shouted "no", and sometimes laughed unpleasantly, as if he was having some strange dream.
Harry was even more worrying, because he kept saying "Grigorovich".
The wand maker Grigorovich, was as famous as Ollivander, one of the three wand making families in Europe.
Harry was not dreaming at all, he was connected to Lord Voldemort's soul again, Lord Voldemort was searching for the old wand's secret.
Since the ambush failed, Lord Voldemort's soul seemed to have become more unstable, his direct connection with Harry became more frequent.
He did not seem to notice this, which meant that Lord Voldemort was gradually losing his sanity and control over his soul.
Elwyn was not sure if the instability of Lord Voldemort's soul was due to that evil magic or other reasons, he had a bad feeling, as if he had missed something, but he could not explain it clearly, he could not understand it. He lay on the camp bed listening to the two sleep talking for a long time, his thoughts became more and more chaotic, finally he sighed and opened his eyes.
The sun had not risen yet, the room was still very dark.
On the cupboard, Hedwig and Piglet were sleeping soundly with their heads buried under their little wings, making cooing sounds.
Elwyn went over to wake them up, but they didn't seem to understand what was going on.
"I think I'm dreaming again!" Harry rubbed his scar and tried to recall what he had seen in his dream, but all he could remember was a stretch of mountains and the outline of a small village in a deep valley. "The Lord Voldemort is looking for a man. His name is Grigorovich. Who is Grigorovich?"
"A well-known German wand maker," said Elwyn.
"Why is he looking for him?"
"The Lord Voldemort wants to understand the secrets of wands. The three major wand makers in Europe are all pure-blooded sorcerer families with a long history, and each family has many secrets. For thousands of years, these secrets have been passed down from generation to generation, and have never been known to outsiders. The Lord Voldemort probably wants to know the most precious of these secrets, after all, his wand always has problems when he meets you." Elwyn said, "Or, he wants to take the opportunity to gain more power, but these are not important."
"Why not?"
"Because he is already very strong, adding another powerful wand won't change anything. No matter how strong he is, he can't hide the fact that his soul is broken, and he may not get what he wants. The Lord Voldemort doesn't understand wands at all, whether it is Ollivander or Grigorovich, they won't tell him all the secrets, so we don't have to worry." Elwyn said, "But you, Harry, you can't continue to pry into his thoughts in his dreams. This is very dangerous."
"I know. Do a good deed, Elwyn, don't tell Hermione!" Harry said weakly.
Elwyn nodded noncommittally, then turned to ask, "What about you, Ron? You keep talking in your sleep too, what did you dream about?"
"Ah, I …" Ron paused for a moment, as if he was trying hard to remember, then said in a very low voice, "I seem to have dreamed that I joined the Quidditch team, the Chadri Artillery team. I defended all the balls in the Quidditch World Cup final and broke the record. That's about it."
"Then your smile was really weird, and you kept shouting 'no'. I thought you were having a nightmare."
"Really? Probably because he didn't want to let the Ghost Fly in. Well, that's not important, right? It's just a boring dream. " Ron shook his head and said, "Today is Harry's seventeenth birthday. Happy birthday, Harry."
"Happy seventeenth birthday, Harry!" Elwyn said.
"Thank you!" Harry said, then laughed. "How could I forget! I'm seventeen! "
He grabbed the wand beside the camp bed, pointed at the messy desk where he kept the glasses, and said, "The glasses are coming!" Although the glasses were only a foot away from him, it gave him great satisfaction to watch them whiz towards him. But the good times did not last long: the glasses flew over and poked his eyes.
"Haha!"
"That's not bad!"
In the next few minutes, Elwyn and Ron changed their clothes. Harry was still reveling in the joy of the disappearance of the trace. He let his, Elwyn's, and Ron's things fly around the room, and let Hedwig and the piglet's cage float in the air. Hedwig looked at him reproachfully, and the piglet flapped its wings excitedly in the cage.
In addition, Harry also tried to tie the laces of his traveling shoes with magic, but it took him a few minutes to untie the knot with his hands.
Then, purely for fun, he changed the orange robes on Ron's Chadri Artillery Team posters into bright blue.
"You can stop now, Harry, or else I'll have to unzip your pants with my bare hands." Ron warned Harry, and Harry hurriedly stopped. Ron giggled at the side, "This is a gift for you, open it here, don't let my mother see it."
"A book?" Harry took the rectangular package and said, "It's a bit of a farewell to tradition, isn't it?"
"This is not an ordinary book." Ron said proudly, "It's heavy gold: 'Twelve Magic Tricks to Charm a Witch', it explains everything you need to know about girls. If I had this book last year, I would know how to get rid of Lavender, and how to get close to the girl I like. Anyway, I learned a lot from it. Take a look, you'll be surprised, and not all of them require the use of a wand. Oh right, Elwyn, you can take a look too. "
"Sounds good, I hope it will be useful to Hermione. This is my gift, Harry." Elwyn said and threw the gift over.
"What is it?"
"A magic amulet, I made it myself. It can resist the mental attack of the Evil God or Lord Voldemort to a certain extent. I think it will be very important in the battle later." Elwyn said, "Take it with you, Harry, it will help you buy a few seconds, so that you have time to use the Guardian Charm or other magic."
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