After Ginny returned, Elwyn did not leave.
He turned into a kitten and lay in Hermione's arms, quietly accompanying her, just like what had happened on the first night he came here.
The last night before the start of the new semester seemed to be a sleepless night, and that night was no exception.
Harry returned to the dark room alone. As he closed the bedroom door, he had to admit that he could not believe that Lady Weasley was being silly, because he was thinking the same thing as her.
He fell heavily onto the bed. Even through the thick darkness, he could still see his parents smiling at him from the tattered old photo. Like so many people around them, they had no idea that their lives were about to end.
The scene of Hermione telling him about Boggart taking turns to create the bodies of everyone in Lady Weasley's family flashed before Harry's eyes.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain from the scar on his forehead, and his stomach churned.
"Stop!" he said firmly as he rubbed the scar hard, and the pain lessened.
"The first sign of madness is talking to yourself," a mysterious voice said from a blank painting on the wall.
The character in the painting was nowhere to be found. Harry did not see him for the entire holiday.
He was not in the mood to see who the owner of the portrait was. He felt like he had grown up a lot.
He had never felt this way before, but just an hour ago, he was still worried about who had gotten the prefect's badge, and what Elwyn would do after he became the president of the Boy Student Union. He found it hard to believe.
Harry did not sleep well that night. He forced himself to sleep, but it was difficult.
About half an hour later, Ron came back and called out to him softly. Harry pretended to be asleep. He did not want to discuss Lord Voldemort, the prefect, or the Boy Student Union president with Ron …
Harry didn't know how long it had been, but he couldn't hear the sound of Ivan's return. His consciousness gradually blurred.
In his sleep, his mother and father kept walking in front of him, but never spoke.
The scene changed. Lady Weasley was crying over Kritcher's body. Elwyn, Ron, and Hermione were watching from the side with crowns on their heads.
Harry found himself walking in another corridor. At the end of the corridor was a tightly locked door. It was pitch-black and deep …
"No!" He woke up with a start, his scar throbbing.
Panting heavily, he looked up and found that Ron had already put on his clothes and was talking to him.
"Elwyn didn't come back last night!" He mumbled as he looked at Elwyn's bed. There were no signs of anyone sleeping on it. "Or maybe he came back, but got up early. Well, we'd better hurry up. Mom just came up to tell us to hurry up. If we sleep any longer, she'll get angry. She said we might not make it for the train. "
When Harry put on his clothes and went downstairs as fast as he could, Elwyn and Hermione had already finished breakfast!
Elwyn did not go back last night. He had turned into a kitten and stayed in Hermione's arms for the whole night.
After the two of them tossed and turned, Hermione finally fell asleep in the latter half of the night. However, he did not sleep well.
He was not used to sleeping on someone else's body, and the smell of Hermione's body made his imagination run wild. He could not fall asleep no matter what.
No matter who it was, they would probably do the same thing if they were asked to lie in that position.
If you don't believe me, you can turn into a cat and feel it for yourself. You'll know what's going on.
For the next half an hour, the whole house was in chaos.
Elwyn and Hermione's luggage were all scattered in his pocket, but the others could not do the same. No pocket could hold such a big suitcase, so they had to move their suitcases with great effort.
Fred and George cast a spell on their suitcases so that they could fly downstairs, so they did not have to carry them themselves.
As a result, the suitcase hit Ginny directly, and she rolled down two flights of stairs and fell in the hall.
Suddenly, Mrs. Blake and Lady Weasley screamed at the top of their lungs at the same time.
"She might be seriously injured, you two idiots!"
"Filthy bastard, you stain my ancestors' home!"
Fred and George hurried to apologize to Ginny, and Lady Weasley hurried to bandage her.
The others looked nervous. Harry and Ron ate a few mouthfuls and went upstairs to get their suitcases.
Hermione realized that Mount Crook had gone somewhere, so she went upstairs to look for Mount Crook.
After a while, Hedwig flew in unsteadily. She brought back a letter from Hermione's parents.
Under Hermione's insistence, Elwyn wrote a letter to his parents last night, telling them that he had become the president of the boy's student council. He tied his letter to Hedwig's leg. He had already told Harry about it.
Hedwig seemed to be very unhappy about being sent out so soon after she returned.
She let Elwyn say a lot of good things, and even pecked his finger hard before flapping her wings and flying out.
Finally, everyone was ready, and there wasn't much time left. However, Madman Moody blocked the door and refused to leave. He complained that they couldn't leave without Stogy Bodmore, or else there would be one less guard.
Moody seemed to be very unhappy with Stogy Bodmore. When he was escorting Harry, he borrowed Moody's Invisibility Cloak and hadn't returned it until now.
"Guards?" Harry said doubtfully, carrying the heavy leather suitcase, "We need guards when we go to Kings Cross Railway Station?"
"You need guards when you go to Kings Cross Railway Station," Hermione corrected him, holding Mount Crook in her arms.
"Why?" Harry said impatiently, suddenly becoming inexplicably irritated, "I think the Lord Voldemort is hiding and waiting for an opportunity. Are you telling me that he will jump out from behind a rubbish bin and kill me? Or are those Dementors mixed in with the crowd? "
"Madman obviously thinks so," Elwyn said, telling him about Hedwig's return.
"Seriously!" Hermione said absentmindedly, looking at her watch, "If we don't hurry, we definitely won't be able to catch the train!"
"Please, Arasto, we have to go!" Lady Weasley obviously thought so too.
She dragged the simply bandaged Ginny out of the kitchen. Fred and George followed behind Ginny, making her laugh.
Everyone was crowded in the narrow hall. The portrait of Mrs. Blake was shouting angrily, but no one pulled the curtains to cover her. Anyway, the hall was so noisy that she would definitely wake up again.
"Alright, let's go. Remember our plan last night?" Moody said gruffly.
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