At half past five the next morning, Elwyn abruptly woke up, as if someone had shouted in his ear.
He laid there motionless, and slowly remembered what he wanted to do.
He wanted to go to the Ministry of Magic with Dumbledore and Sirius to see the head of the Ministry of Magic, Cornellius, and obtain permission to enter the wizard prison, Azkaban.
Elwyn climbed out of bed. The sun had not risen yet, and the ward was dark.
Apart from him, everyone else was still sleeping.
Harry was tightly curled up in the blankets, and Ron was sprawled on the bed, his mouth wide open, sleeping soundly.
Elwyn turned around to look at Hermione, but found that the girl had already woken up.
She was staring at him in a daze, the corners of her eyes still stained with unconcealable tears.
"Have a safe trip, Elwyn," Hermione said softly, leaning over and hugging Elwyn tightly.
She did not cry, and the expression on her face was exceptionally strong.
"I know," Elwyn replied softly, "You take care too, take care of yourself during the holidays."
Hermione nodded slowly, her beautiful chestnut-colored eyes sparkling.
With Hermione's warmth and sweet scent on his body, Elwyn walked through the room, and finally waved at her.
He came to the hallway outside the ward, and closed the door gently behind him.
Then, Elwyn heaved a heavy sigh of relief, trying his best not to think that he might not be able to break this curse, and that he would never be able to see Hermione again.
He walked out of the school hospital, preparing to go to Dumbledore's office as promised.
The narrow and dark corridor was equally quiet, the murals on the wall were all asleep, snoring loudly. There was a clearly disproportionate red fire dragon lying on the ground, sparks coming out of its mouth from time to time.
Elwyn recalled that not long ago he really killed a fire dragon in the centaur tribe, but that was after all an illusion.
It sounded a little unreal, not to mention that it happened 800 years ago.
Passing through a winding staircase, he saw Filch's cat, Madam Dolores, staring at him from a corner with yellow eyes as big as bells.
Elwyn waved his hand. Madam Dolores let out a low cry and scurried over.
He suddenly remembered that he didn't know the password of the two statues in front of Dumbledore's office. He wasn't sure what candy he should use to crack it.
When he reached that part of the corridor, he heard voices near the statue.
Dumbledore and Sirius were already waiting for him. They looked travel-worn, as if they had just returned from outside the castle.
Seeing him walk over, both of their faces revealed a smile.
"Good morning Elwyn." Dumbledore smiled. "We just rushed back from the centaur tribe, you probably haven't had breakfast like us. I ordered the house-elves to prepare a few things, there's still time, I think we can eat before leaving."
They entered Dumbledore's office, it was just like what Elwyn had seen before. The table was filled with a dazzling array of strange objects. The phoenix Fawkes stood there motionless, his eyes tightly shut.
The portraits of the previous headmasters on the wall were all asleep, but these old foxes were all pretending.
They occasionally opened their eyes, secretly sizing up Elwyn and Sirius.
Dumbledore used his wand to touch the fireplace, a warm flame rose up and dispelled the cold in the room. He knocked on the round table beside the fireplace, sandwiches, eggs, desserts, milk and coffee appeared one after another.
"I wrote a letter to your parents, explaining this matter, and asking them to allow me to temporarily take care of you during the upcoming summer vacation." Dumbledore took out a light purple envelope from his pocket and passed it to Elwyn, calmly saying, "You can send this letter along with your own letter to them."
Elwyn took the letter, the top left corner had the Hogwarts school emblem.
In the middle was his parents' name and address, written in Dumbledore's unique round font.
"Alright, you can think about what you want to say to them. Even if everything goes well, we will probably only be back in about a month. But for now, you should eat breakfast first, and try this sandwich. Do you want some honey? "Dumbledore pointed at the plate in front of Elwyn," I like it sweeter. "
"Thank you." Elwyn had just picked up the sandwich, and a new one appeared on the plate.
The house-elf's cooking was very good, and Elwyn thought this sandwich was very delicious.
"Did you sleep well last night?" Sirius asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Pretty good," Elwyn replied, but he felt a little uneasy.
He tried not to think about the curse on his arm, but whenever his mind was empty, the terrible evil god and Lord Voldemort would always appear.
He shook his head, forcing himself to think about other things. For example, Hermione. Her cute expression when she smiled, but the image would always freeze on the girl's face when she was saying goodbye to him, trying hard not to cry.
Dumbledore and Sirius were still discussing matters regarding the centaur tribe, while Elwyn absent-mindedly listened.
He was very glad that they did not ask him to join the conversation. He strenuously ate the delicious sandwich in his hands, but his mind was completely elsewhere.
"It's about time, I think we should set off." Approximately half an hour later, Dumbledore stood up. "I will probably need to talk for a long time with Foggy, you can finish the letter to your parents there."
As soon as he finished, without any visible movement, the small red flame in the fireplace in front of Elwyn suddenly turned green, the flames burning brightly.
"Under normal circumstances, the fireplaces of Hogwarts aren't in the flyway network, but if necessary, we can apply for a temporary connection." Dumbledore winked at Elwyn. "You should have already used the flyway network, you just have to walk in and shout out our destination, the Ministry of Magic."
Elwyn nodded, under Dumbledore and Sirius's watchful eyes, he walked into the green fireplace and shouted, "Ministry of Magic."
His body was rapidly sucked into the flames, everything in front of him spinning. After a moment of dizziness, he emerged from the other side of the fireplace.
At this moment, he was standing at one end of a very long and dazzling hall.
The floor was polished to a glossy dark wood floor, the peacock blue ceiling was inlaid with sparkling golden symbols, constantly moving and changing, like an enormous high altitude bulletin board.
All four walls were lined with glossy dark wooden planks, around him, many gilded fireplaces were embedded in the wooden planks, neatly arranged in a row.
"Walk forward, don't block the entrance."
A man's voice sounded behind Elwyn, he hurried forward.
Behind him, every few seconds, there would be a soft poof, and a wizard would suddenly emerge from a fireplace on the left.
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