"Of course, Master Elwyn. The broom closet is on the top floor," Kreacher said.
Elwyn seemed to be interested in the broom closet. Harry did not understand what was going on.
Although he wanted to see it, the uncomfortable feeling in his heart was becoming more and more obvious.
He did not know how to vent his feelings. He had been trapped in the Dursleys' house for a whole month, but the others had used his godfather's house to fight against Lord Voldemort, and refused to tell him anything, as if it had nothing to do with him.
"Elwyn, you still haven't told me what a phoenix is..."
Just then, the snake-head-shaped doorknob of the third bedroom on the second floor turned quickly, and Hermione rushed out.
Ron followed her, and the two of them looked at Harry excitedly, almost knocking him down.
Ron's owl-piglet was also flying excitedly around their heads.
"Harry, you're here. We didn't hear you," Hermione said excitedly. "How are you? Is everything okay? "
"Not bad!" Harry replied in a low voice, but he actually wanted to say that he was not good.
"Yes, I guess you must be angry. We can't tell you anything, but Dumbledore made us swear not to say anything. He specifically told me and Ron before the holidays." Hermione said quickly, "You don't know how worried I was when Elwyn and I heard that you were attacked by the Dementors in Egypt. I was afraid that something would happen to you. And that trial at the Ministry of Magic was really outrageous. I looked into the information carefully. They can't fire you, absolutely can't. It's clearly stated in the law..."
"Okay, Hermione, let him breathe," Elwyn said, holding Hermione to calm her down.
After knowing that Harry was going to the Ministry of Magic for trial, Hermione had been holding a pile of thick legal books and reading them.
Hermione let go of Harry, her face still full of joy, but before she could say anything, she heard a soft cry from the bedroom.
A white object flew out and landed lightly on Harry's shoulder.
"Hedwig!" Harry stroked the snow-white owl's feathers.
Her beak made a clicking sound, and she gently pecked Harry's ear. “
"She's been restless!" Ron said, smiling at Harry. "She brought the letters you wrote about me, Elwyn, and Hermione. She kept urging us to reply, and almost pecked us half to death. Look at this..."
He raised the index finger of his right hand. There was a nearly healed but obviously deep wound.
"I'm really sorry, but I want to get an answer, you know..." Harry said apologetically.
"We also want to give you an answer," Ron said, "but Dumbledore specifically told us a few days ago, forcing us to..."
"Swear not to tell me!" Harry said. "Yes, Hermione already said that."
The cold feeling in his heart became more and more obvious. Harry looked at Elwyn, Ron, and Hermione. Although he had been longing to see them for a whole month, he now felt that he would rather the three of them go away and leave him alone.
There was a tense silence. Harry stroked Hedwig mechanically, not even looking at the three of them.
"Okay, let's not stand here. Kreacher was just going to take me to visit the Blake family's broom room. There are a lot of flying brooms in there. Who wants to go?" Elwyn said in a relaxed tone.
Because of the relationship between Harry and Lord Voldemort, Dumbledore made a decision that best suited his current interests. While protecting Harry's safety, he did not let him come into contact with anything related to the Order of the Phoenix, and did not even let him leave the Dursley family.
He considered everything, and it was the right thing to do, but he ignored Harry's own feelings.
Or maybe he did, but he thought it was not important. This was Dumbledore's main problem.
The greatest light wizard in the world was not a saint. He had made many mistakes in his life, and was still making new ones.
When he was young, he was a purely ambitious person, planning to conquer the world of magic with Grindelwald and obtain the strongest power.
When his sister died, he suddenly repented and returned to Hogwarts to become a respected professor. He persisted in fighting against black magic, treated everyone in the world of magic fairly, and was finally promoted to the headmaster of Hogwarts.
In 1945, when the chaos caused by Grindelwald was at its peak, he appeared under the expectations of the world, defeated the dark wizard Grindelwald, and successfully imprisoned his former friend in the highest level of Nurmengard Prison.
Later, until the rise of Lord Voldemort, but it was not that Dumbledore did not have a greater interest in his heart, but his method had changed. He did not use violent methods like Grindelwald and Lord Voldemort to change the world of magic, but more gentle methods.
Just as Elwyn had predicted, Dumbledore was now a "political strategist". He did not do it for worldly power, but for a greater purpose that had always existed in his heart, even at the cost of his own life.
Compared to this, Harry's emotions were indeed insignificant.
"Let's all go and see the Blake family's treasured brooms," Ron said hurriedly.
Under Kreacher's lead, they climbed up to the attic in silence and came to the top of the old house.
The house-elf opened a door, and Elwyn walked in.
He originally thought that he would return to a storeroom that looked like a storeroom, but that was not the case. There were many shelves on the wall, on which were placed flying brooms, and sealed in glass cabinets. There were all kinds of brooms, like an exhibition.
Obviously, one of the ancestors of the Blake family had a hobby of collecting flying brooms.
"Oh my God, there are so many flying brooms." Ron said in surprise, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief. "I've lived in this house for a month, and no one has ever told me that there was a room like this."
Harry also forgot about his earlier unhappiness, and compared the broom pictures he had seen in books with the things in front of him.
He came to a green flying broom and gently wiped the dust off it.
This was the prototype of the Silver Arrow series, Moon's Dream.
This broom was a product of the era, and it had a qualitative breakthrough.
For a period of time, these slender wooden handle brooms were in high demand as Quidditch brooms. Compared to other brooms, the main advantage of Moon's Dream was that it could reach heights that previous brooms could not reach, and it could still be used freely at such a height.
The Quidditch athletes were in an uproar, demanding more Moon Dreams brooms.
At that time, flying brooms were still handmade, and the makers of Moon's Dream were unable to meet the market demand. This led to the emergence of the Silver Arrow series, which became the true ancestor of Quidditch brooms. They began mass production, and became the most successful commercial model in the modern world of magic.
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