Scrimgeour’s requests were entirely one-sided — he wanted Evan and Harry to help him create the impression that the situation was still under the Ministry’s control, but he refused to accept any of Evan’s suggestions and had nothing to offer in exchange.
At least, in Evan’s opinion, there was nothing in the current Ministry that could impress him.
Naturally, his demands were t with rejection from Evan, Harry, and Dumbledore.
After this failed attempt, Scrimgeour tried to inquire about Dumbledore’s plans and whereabouts, but was also rejected by Evan and Harry. In the end, he left with a parting remark, calling them “Dumbledore’s n through and through.”
It was clear that, in Scrimgeour’s eyes, Dumbledore and those who followed him were part of the opposition to the Ministry.
In a sense, they were “enemies.” It was unclear how Scrimgeour had ford this wrong impression, but looking at him and Percy, Evan felt that the Order of rlin, First Class, had nothing to do with him anymore.
The happy mood created by Christmas was quickly extinguished by the visit of Scrimgeour and Percy.
Mrs. Weasley had been crying on and off, becoming emotional over the smallest things.
She had been like this ever since Percy had stord from the house without looking back, on Christmas Day with his glasses splattered with mashed parsnip (for which Fred, George, and Ron all claid credit). No matter how much the three of them apologized, it made no difference.
Even the thought of everyone returning to Hogwarts after the holidays filled her with worry.
No, in fact, that seed to be what worried her the most.
“Don’t cry, Mum,” said Ginny, patting her on the back as Mrs. Weasley sobbed into her shoulder. “It’s okay. …”
“Yeah, don’t worry about Percy. He’s such a prat, it’s not really a loss, is it?” said Ron.
Mrs. Weasley sobbed harder than ever as she enfolded him in her arms.
No matter who tried to comfort her — Evan, Harry, Hermione, or even Elaine — her reaction was always the sa.
She would hug everyone and sob for a long ti, then repeatedly tell them to look after themselves at school.
She just worried too much, worried about everyone, and was too nervous.
The Minister’s visit, Mrs. Weasley’s sensitive emotions, and the approaching end of the holidays weighed heavily on everyone’s hearts.
The only consolation was a letter from Sirius, which was delivered by an utterly exhausted owl on the second day of the New Year.
In the letter, he briefly ntioned his recent situation. Due to security concerns, he didn’t go into detail, but from the scattered words, it was clear that “Raven’s Claw” was proving difficult to deal with. His actions were also connected to the fight against Voldemort — it was sothing significant.
More precisely, it was related to understanding and defeating the evil god.
Evan was a little confused about this major event. What had Sirius found out?
The letter didn’t say it, and for now, there was no way to ask him.
It seed that the only option left was to ask Dumbledore.
In addition, Sirius didn’t seem to have any plans to return to England in the short term, which was also Dumbledore’s request.
In the letter, he asked if everyone liked his Christmas gifts, which he had ordered months ago…
During the last few days of the holidays, most of the conversations revolved around the House-Elf Holand and the important matter Sirius was working on.
One evening a few days after New Year, Evan, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Elaine and Ginny lined up beside the kitchen fire, ready to return to Hogwarts.
The Ministry had arranged this one-off connection to the Floo Network to return students quickly and safely to the school.
Only Mrs. Weasley was there to see them off, as Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, Bill and Fleur were all at work.
Mrs. Weasley dissolved into tears again at the mont of parting, hugged each of them in turn, and gave them endless words of caution.
Even Elaine, whom she had only recently gotten to know, received a lengthy farewell speech.
In Mrs. Weasley’s opinion, Elaine’s biggest problem at the mont was that she was too thin. She didn’t care whether Elaine was a vampire or not. What bothered her more was that drinking only dragon blood was an unhealthy habit. Over the Christmas holidays, under her firm insistence, Elaine had developed a new routine of drinking a glass of milk before bed.
Of course, a little blood still needed to be added to the milk to make it suit her taste and drinkable…
However, this little blood was not dragon blood.
Elaine claid that dragon blood was food and contained too much magic energy. It was not good to drink it before going to bed, so there must be a substitute.
But why, of all things, did that substitute have to be Evan’s blood?
Evan asked, and Elaine’s answer was, first of all, she had no interest in the blood of other animals; secondly, there was no magic in his blood, so there was no need to worry about the problem of indigestion; finally, as for the taste, she liked it very much, which was a point that Evan could not refute.
Ever since she had bitten him in bed during their last night raid, she had been obsessed with his taste.
Evan strongly suspected that her willingness to follow Mrs. Weasley’s suggestion of drinking milk every night was just an excuse to get to his blood.
To prevent any surprise attacks, Evan eventually agreed to add a single drop of his blood to Elaine’s nightly glass of milk.
This tiny bit of blood wasn’t a big deal to him, but the whole situation felt incredibly weird. It was as if he was actually raising a vampire.
Well, technically, he was raising a vampire and had been doing so for a long ti already, but there was a vast difference between using Galleons to buy dragon blood and using his own blood to feed her, okay?!
Still, if he didn’t give up that single drop, it would an not supporting Elaine’s efforts to drink milk and grow stronger.
And on top of that, he’d have to be constantly on guard against her attacks. Elaine wouldn’t actually pierce his skin, but she had no qualms about pulling him close and holding him in her mouth.
Just imagine the feeling of being suddenly pulled over by Elaine and held tightly in her mouth…
It was better to give her so blood. Even Hermione advised Evan to do so after witnessing one of Elaine’s “attacks”.
This was sothing that could not be debated at all. Elaine was a vampire and had this privilege. She wasn’t actually drinking Evan’s blood; she just needed a little mixed into her milk for flavor. This had nothing to do with whether it was evil or not, and had nothing to do with whether it was in line with ethics and morality. It was completely the personal preference of vampire Elaine.
As they were about to leave, Mrs. Weasley reminded Elaine to drink her milk regularly at school so she could grow taller.
Elaine accepted it readily. Though, it was unclear whether she genuinely liked milk or just the special ingredient mixed into it.
In any case, until Elaine either got tired of milk or finished growing, Evan had a heavy task ahead of him.
The next ti he saw Caresius, he definitely had to make that guy pay for a massive al.
As for Evan, Mrs. Weasley’s parting words to him were to take care of himself and to keep an eye on Harry and Ron, to make sure they didn’t get into trouble.
Evan agreed, said goodbye to Mrs. Weasley, walked into the fireplace of the Burrow, and had one last fleeting view of the Weasleys’ kitchen and Mrs. Weasley’s tearful face.
In an instant, the flas engulfed him…
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