After that, their conversation focused on Elwyn's flying broomstick production plan.
Hermione decided to buy all the books on flying broomsticks on the market to figure out the entire production process.
The others, on the other hand, based on their own practical experience with flying broomsticks, made many suggestions for improvement, and designed their own flying broomsticks.
Elwyn thought these suggestions were good, many of which he had not thought of before.
He had no technical problems, but after all, he had not had much contact with flying broomsticks before, so he could not compare to Harry and the others.
At the end of the discussion, they decided to send letters to their classmates via owl mail, asking for everyone's opinions.
At the very least, the opinions of the Quidditch players from the various academies must be solicited. As for the people from Slytherin Academy, they could forget about it.
Fred and George also wanted Elwyn to come to their room after dinner to see the new prank product they had developed during the holidays.
In their words, everything was ready, and all that was left was the right thing to do.
They could not wait to graduate from Hogwarts immediately, open a joke shop in Diagon Alley, and embark on this great career.
After more than twenty minutes, Lady Weasley came up and told everyone to go down to dinner.
With a loud explosion, Fred and George both disappeared. Now, no matter what they did, they would appear as phantoms. They were unwilling to take another step.
"Can't they just walk properly?" Lady Weasley said unhappily. "By the way, who left so many big dung eggs outside the kitchen door?"
"It's Mount Crook," Ginny said without blushing. "It likes to play with big dung eggs!"
"Oh, Kreacher is cleaning it up," Lady Weasley said. "It's really helpful to have a house-elf in the house, but that guy has a weird temper, so it's best not to provoke him. Okay, remember to keep your voice down in the hall. Ginny, why are your hands so dirty? What have you been doing? Go and wash up before dinner. "
Ginny made a face at Elwyn, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and followed her mother out.
"I don't like that house-elf. It's the most uncomfortable part of this house," Ron said.
"Kreacher has changed a lot …"
Kreacher's change was beyond everyone's expectations. However, he did not treat everyone equally. Instead, he treated them differently.
It was not realistic for him to completely abandon his previous ideas and make a complete change.
His attitude toward Elwyn, however, had changed a lot because they had helped him bring back Regulus' body with Sirius. The funeral, which Elwyn thought was a little shabby, had touched Kreacher a lot.
In particular, Elwyn had given him a replica of Slytherin's pendant..
His attitude toward the others was still bad.
Kreacher was always saying bad things about them behind their backs and doing strange things.
Sirius must have instructed him before he left, so he continued to do what he was supposed to do. He did not overstep his bounds.
Hermione was very interested in Kreacher's change. It made her realize that as long as she put in enough effort, the house-elf would change.
She had not given up on helping the house-elf improve its rights and status. It was just that, under Elwyn's subtle influence, she did not do anything too radical, such as sewing sweaters for the house-elves. That would only scare them.
What she did now was to patiently communicate with every house-elf she could come into contact with, make friends with them, and constantly tell them the success stories of Dobby and Kreacher. She told them about the benefits of protecting their rights and interests, so that they would take the initiative to fight for their own rights and status.
Of course, until now, she had not succeeded in persuading the other house-elves.
The group carefully walked around Mrs. Blake's portrait and saw Kreacher cleaning the kitchen door.
"Young Master Elwyn, Young Master Harry, Miss Hermione, Kreacher has prepared dinner and special pudding for you," the elf said. Her eyes lit up when she saw them, and she ran over hurriedly. "I'll bring it to you after Kreacher cleans up here. Don't let those gluttons eat it."
"Good job, Kreacher. You did a good job," Hermione encouraged him.
"Thank you, Miss Hermione." He bowed and said with a smile, "Kreacher will serve the noble Blake family for the rest of his life!"
"Dinner and special pudding?!" Ron said unhappily, wrinkling his nose. "I don't like this elf. He's only nice to the three of you. He's not like that to anyone else. I've had enough of him."
"You just have to be nice to him, and you'll get his respect." Hermione said sharply. "You should see Kreacher's attitude towards us before. You'll know how much he's changed."
"Being nice to a house-elf? That's crazy," Ron said, waving his hand weakly. "I don't see the point. Kreacher is a freak. None of the house-elves in school are like that."
"That's because they don't know how to protect their rights …"
"Please, Hermione, don't mention the vomiting trick to me," Ron interrupted.
"It's not vomiting!" Hermione said angrily. "It's the House-Elf Rights Promotion Association. Not only me, but Elwyn, Harry, and you are also a member. And Dumbledore also said that we should be kind to every house-elf."
"I was forced to join by you," Ron said quietly, in a voice that he could hear.
Obviously, he did not listen to Hermione's words.
In the kitchen, there were many chairs because of the meeting. In the middle was a long wooden table. On the table were parchment rolls, goblets, empty wine bottles, and a pile of what looked like rags.
Mr. Weasley was sitting at the end of the table, tidying up the parchment. He stood up quickly when he saw them come in.
"You're here, children." Mr. Weasley said, walking over quickly and shaking hands with Harry warmly. "Hello, Harry. I'm so happy to see you!"
"Hello, Mr. Weasley," Harry said.
He looked around, and his eyes fell on a roll of parchment on the table. It looked like a plan of a building.
Then, Elwyn, who was behind him, also saw the plan.
"We finished dinner tonight with more people than usual." As Lady Weasley spoke, she grabbed the plan from the table and shoved it into Mr. Weasley's hands so that Elwyn and Harry wouldn't be able to peek. "Remus will be here in a while. We need to leave something for him. Alright, girls, can you go inside and help me bring out the dinner? We'll start eating now. "
"I'll go and help too!" Tonks stood up quickly, knocking over a candle on a roll of parchment in a blink of an eye. "Oh, no, sorry..."
"That's all right, my dear," said Lady Weasley, sounding a little annoyed. "You'd better sit down."
With a wave of her wand, she repaired the parchment.
"Vanish without a trace!" Mr. Weasley also took out his wand and waved it gently. All the parchment on the table disappeared. He pointed to a pile of what looked like rags on the chair and said amiably, "This is the Mondungues, Harry. You've met, haven't you?"
The Mondungues let out a long snore and woke up with a start.
"Who said my name?" he mumbled sleepily. "I agree with Mad-Eye Moody."
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