Hopefully, the Lord Voldemort would give them enough time to find Hufflepuff and Slytherin's secret treasure key.
If he turned himself into a monster like the evil god before that, how could they defeat it?
Elwyn could not estimate how powerful a complete evil god would be.
"If we want to go to Greece, we have to hurry. That place is not close." Hermione said, putting away the map on the table. "Elwyn, have you made any progress on the whereabouts of the home of the domestic elves?"
"The emblem on the golden cup is the language used by the ancient domestic elves. This lost language is very unpopular and very niche. Even in the past, only a few alchemists mastered it, so there are very few records left." Elwyn paused for a moment and continued, "But thanks to the ancient magic book that Nico Lemour gave me, I have deciphered a few words that can be clearly translated last night. The translation means valley."
"Valley?"
"What valley? Are there many valleys? "
"That's the crux of the problem. The name of the place in front of the valley does not have a specific word corresponding to it. It should be what the ancient domestic elves called their home. There is no way to translate this kind of magic directly, only transliteration." Elwyn explained, "Now I'm going to the library downstairs to look for books and materials about the domestic elves of that era to see if there are any similar records. If any wizards have been to that place, there should be records, especially during the war between the wizards and the domestic elves. There is no reason not to record such important information. I asked Kreacher to help me clean up the information of that era before I went to bed last night, but it will take a lot of time to read it all. "
"If that's the case, I can help!" Elaine leaned on the table and yawned, saying lazily, "Although it's tiring to flip through the books, I have nothing to do anyway."
"Then let's start now, Elaine. I'll tell you the word and the possible transliterations later. By the way, I've also invented a useful little spell. It can mark out words that are similar to these transliterated words in the book. All you have to do is to do this... "Elwyn picked up his wand and demonstrated. The pages of a book on the table quickly flipped open, as if someone was flipping through it quickly. On the page where it finally stopped, the word" valley "was marked out with a yellow fluorescent light, and there were many other pages that were also glowing.
"That's a good incantation. It makes it much easier to find the answer. You should've told me earlier," Elaine commented.
"I've just invented this kind of quick reference incantation, and you'll need to finish reading the entire textbook before you can understand the knowledge recorded in it." Elwyn said as he stood up. "Come on, let's go to the Blake family's library. If we're lucky enough, we may soon find records about the home of house-elf. Hermione, when you're done, you can come and help us. When Harry has calmed down, he can also join us... "
At this moment, Harry was lying on the bed, staring at the dark ceiling and the chandelier covered with cobwebs.
He thought of Sirius, who slammed the door and left in a rage, and regretted that he shouldn't have fought with him just now.
Then he thought of Ron, who was locked up in the dungeon, crying helplessly there.
Thinking of Ron, Harry's heart immediately tightened. He remembered that he had promised Ginny to keep an eye on Ron.
She should already know that Ron had been arrested, right?
How would Ginny react? Would she be as sad and worried as he was?
Perhaps she would be more worried. After all, Ginny was a girl, and Ron was her relative...
Just like Dumbledore before, Harry found that he also began to have an inexplicable resentment towards Sirius. He resented that Sirius did not let him participate in the rescue of Ron, resented that Sirius did not let him participate in any operations.
Although Sirius would tell Harry everything he knew, he was particularly conservative in his actions. Sirius's attitude towards Harry's participation in the Order of the Phoenix and other operations against the Lord Voldemort was always fluctuating and contradictory.
Sometimes he seemed to treat Harry as Jaime, encouraging Harry to accompany him to do some impulsive and dangerous things; sometimes, Sirius seemed to think that Harry was still a child and did not let him participate in anything.
This repetition confused Harry and also made him resentful towards Sirius.
At the same time, he was also very angry at the so-called rationality of Elwyn, Hermione and the others. Of course, he knew that saving Ron at this time was a very unwise act, but there were some things that had to be done, and they could not be measured by rationality.
Was it not?
Was it because it was dangerous, and because it could not be done, that they should not save Ron?!
Anger and resentment spread from the bottom of his heart. Harry could no longer bear it and could only lie here with a painful heart. He sat up from the bed. If the others were going to do nothing, then he would do something himself.
First, he needed to find out where Malfoy's manor was before he could save Ron!
Although he had heard Malfoy boast more than once about how luxurious his family's manor was, Harry really did not know the specific location of Malfoy's manor.
The mansions of Magi were always kept secret, and only those who were close to them knew.
Perhaps, Harry thought that he could catch a Death Eater and force him to tell him the location of Malfoy's manor.
This was undoubtedly very dangerous. Although it was easy for Elwyn to take care of Death Eaters, Harry was not sure if he had the ability to do so. It should not be a problem for him to deal with a normal Death Eater, he thought … But even if he knew the location of Malfoy's manor, what should he do?
He could just knock on the door and tell them that Harry Potter wanted to visit … He had to admit that this was an act of suicide.
Then, Harry thought that he could use the compound soup. This soup was very useful and could let him pretend to be a Death Eater. He also knew that Elwyn had the compound soup. If he thought of a way, he should be able to get it.
However, it seemed very difficult to not attract Elwyn's attention.
He also needed to choose the identity of the person he was pretending to be. It could not be a low-ranking Death Eater. He needed to be able to enter Malfoy's manor and then go all the way to the dungeon …
Harry fell back onto the bed and fell into deep thought as he stared at the dark ceiling.
Until, a sharp voice sounded. "Harry Potter, Dobby has brought your breakfast!"
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