Once the war started, it was inevitable that many people would die.
Elwyn looked up at the house filled with laughter. It was hard to tell how many people would survive.
Even someone as powerful as Dumbledore could not protect everyone. He could only ensure that Hermione would be safe.
This was his bottom line, and it was something he had to do.
Elwyn turned his head and saw Hermione looking at him. He held Hermione's right hand and felt more at ease.
No matter what the future held, no matter what danger he had to face, he would not let go of this girl's hand.
Harry took the photo, and his heart was full of complicated feelings. He looked at the happy faces in the photo.
He had seen his parents' photo before, and he had even seen Wormtail with his own eyes. But they had suddenly jumped in front of him when he was least prepared. No one would like it. He thought angrily. There were others …
Benji Fenwick. They only found some broken pieces of his body. Lady Weasley's brother, Gideon Pwit and Fibian Pwit. They died bravely in battle like heroes. And the Longbottom couple, who were tortured into lunatics.
These people were always waving happily in the photo, not knowing what was waiting for them.
Sigh, Moody would probably find this amusing, but Harry felt uneasy.
He made up his mind to learn a few more spells from Elwyn to improve his strength and protect the people around him.
Elwyn had already proven his strength. Harry had never seen or heard of a 14-year-old wizard becoming the president of the Student Union. He almost watched Elwyn grow step by step, from a Muggle who knew nothing to a powerful wizard.
The amount of effort Elwyn spent on magic made Harry feel ashamed. He also had the help of the Sorcerer's Stone and Slytherin's Locket.
Since fighting against Lord Voldemort was his destiny, he must try his best to become stronger …
At the same time, Ron, who was chatting with Mr. Weasley, was also thinking about the same thing.
He stole a glance at Elwyn and Hermione, who were holding hands, and quickly looked away.
After Ivan became the president of the Boy Student Council, his position as a prefect was nothing. The difference was too great.
Everyone was concerned about Elwyn. Other than his mother, no one mentioned him becoming a prefect.
This made Ron heave a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he felt a little lost and inexplicable disappointment.
He still remembered Percy saying that becoming a prefect was only the first step. Only by becoming a prefect could one become the president of the Student Union.
But now, before Elwyn graduated, no one else had the right, not even the prefect.
Ron did not care about being a prefect or the president of the Student Union, but this was not good news, was it?
To be honest, he also thought that Elwyn had the right to be the president of the Student Union. In terms of pure magical ability, there was no student in the school who was more powerful than Elwyn. As for why Elwyn was so powerful, he had come to a conclusion many times.
In Ron's opinion, it was mainly because of the help of the Sorcerer's Stone and Slytherin's Locket.
If others had these magical items and worked a little harder, they would also become as powerful as Elwyn.
Unfortunately, the remaining three Sorcerer's Stones left behind by the four founders were missing. They had discussed it many times, but there was no answer. Ron had no clue at all. As for Slytherin's Locket, there was only one …
Immediately, Ron thought of what Elwyn had found when he was exploring the nest of the Eight-Eyed Spider.
Apart from the locket, there was also Slytherin's wand, ring, and Double Serpent Scepter on the stone slab with the map of Greece carved on it. These seemed to be powerful magical items. If only he could get one of them …
Ron shook his head hard. The items left behind by that crazy old man Slytherin were too dangerous. Only Elwyn would use them.
However, if he wanted to become as powerful as Elwyn, this seemed to be the only way.
After handing the photo to Harry, Moody went to talk to Professor Meg, Lupin, and Kingsley. Harry stared at the photo alone, while Elwyn and Hermione held hands and left the kitchen. They had a lot to talk about.
Although they had talked for the whole afternoon, it was not enough.
If it was possible, Elwyn and Hermione could talk for the whole night without getting bored or tired.
In the afternoon, Elwyn was still helping Hermione think of a good way to be a prefect. Now, the situation was reversed. She had to help Elwyn do a good job as the Student Council President and not let down Dumbledore and Professor Meg's hopes.
Tomorrow was the first day of school. Elwyn still had to give instructions to the prefects …
Compared to Hermione's nervousness, Elwyn was indifferent. He only had one rule here: Don't cause trouble.
If anyone wanted to cause trouble, he did not mind using them to practice his magic.
However, since Hermione wanted to talk about it, Elwyn had no reason to reject her. They could go back to the room on the second floor that they used in the afternoon and talk about it slowly.
The night was long, and there was plenty of time. He even thought of changing their position later …
They walked up the stairs in the hall hand in hand. As they walked past the heads of the house-elves, Hermione kept talking and giving Elwyn ideas. However, when they approached the second-floor landing, they suddenly stopped.
They heard someone crying in the living room. Elwyn and Hermione looked at each other.
"That sounds like Lady Weasley?" Hermione said. "Did something happen?"
The two quickly walked up the last few stairs, walked past the landing, and pushed open the door to the living room.
Someone was curled up against the dark wall, holding a magic wand in his hand. His whole body was shaking from crying. Lying on the dusty old carpet under the moonlight was Ron. Apparently, he was dead.
"Ron, what's going on?!" Hermione's eyes widened, and she gripped Elwyn's right hand tightly.
Ron was dead. How could it be? They had seen him downstairs when they came up just now …
"Wait, Hermione, it's Boggart!" Elwyn said, feeling the magic reaction in the air. "Lady Weasley?"
"Slippery, slippery, slippery, slippery!" Lady Weasley said, sobbing, pointing at Ron's body with her trembling magic wand.
Smack! Ron's body became Bill's, lying on his back with his limbs stretched out, his empty eyes wide open.
Seeing Bill's body, Lady Weasley cried even harder than before.
"Slippery, slippery, slippery!" she sobbed again.
Smack! Mr. Weasley's body replaced Bill's.
His glasses were crooked to one side, and a stream of blood flowed down his face.
"No!" Lady Weasley moaned. "No, it's funny! What a joke! How funny! "
Pa! Dead twins. Pa! The dead Percy. Pa! The dead Harry. Pa! The dead Elwyn.
"That's enough, Lady Weasley, let's get out of here!" Elwyn said, hurriedly stepping forward and pulling out his wand.
Pa! The Boggart in front of him had changed. It was Hermione's corpse!
"Farcical!" said Elwyn clearly and unequivocally.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
