The Lemaires' House-Elves Are Unusual / You Can Fall into an Illusion in Broad Daylight

He was born into the Shacklebolt family, one of the Twenty-Eight Pure-blood Sacred Twenty-Eight, and is one of the few middle-generation wizards who could be described as 'perfect' by Dumbledore.

Kingsley Shacklebolt Shacklebolt was a calm, capable, and sociable man who could befriend almost anyone in the Wizarding World. He could even get along well with Muggle, whom even Dumbledore himself found difficult. He even became the most trusted secretary to the Muggle Prime Minister through his competence.

Moreover, although he has always kept a low profile, his magical power is extremely strong, almost on par with the retired Mad-Eye Moody. In Dumbledore's view, among the middle-generation wizards, only Sirius and Snape could slightly surpass him... and Snape might even be a little weaker.

Finally, unlike the others in the Order of the Phoenix, Kingsley Shacklebolt Shacklebolt was the kind of intelligent man who truly had a brain.

In order to defeat Voldemort, Dumbledore formed the Order of the Phoenix. Unfortunately, although he recruited all sorts of people from all walks of life into the order, he never encountered many intelligent people alive.

So much so that sometimes, even though Albus Dumbledore clearly didn't want to act unilaterally and wanted to consult with someone, he didn't know who to turn to.

Should he find Hagrid, who knows absolutely no vocabulary, or his own reckless younger brother Aberforth Dumbledore?

Or perhaps it was Dedalow Ditch, who recklessly summoned a meteor shower in Kent to celebrate Voldemort's defeat by Harry?

As for the rest— Werewolf, Squib, thieves— Dumbledore was even less likely to place his full trust and regard on them.

Fortunately, after Voldemort was defeated, he met Kingsley Shacklebolt and immediately fell in love with this wizard who was perfect in every way.

So it's quite obvious that, following Trelawney, Albus Dumbledore once again fell for Kingsley Shacklebolt's lies and told him all about that 'incredibly important' Prophecy, leaving Kingsley Shacklebolt and his backers completely bewildered.

Peter Pettigrew Peter is going to resurrect Voldemort... What kind of nonsense is this?!

However, Kingsley Shacklebolt still had to put on an act.

"I never imagined that Peter Pettigrew would be connected to the Dark Lord's Prophecy. It seems we really need to be on high alert." Kingsley Shacklebolt suggested with a serious expression, "Albus, I can take you to the interrogation room first, but you can't meet with Fudge for now. You can rest in another room for a while."

"After that, I'll try to persuade Fudge, because we really can't get the information from Peter Pettigrew's head, so we have to ask for your help. That way, you can help us in a legitimate way, and we won't have to announce such an important Prophecy to everyone. What do you think?"

"Very good, do it that way." Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction.

His purpose in coming here was not only to make contact with Peter Pettigrew, but also to ensure that the other party escaped before midnight. Therefore, as long as he could secretly monitor Peter Pettigrew, Albus Dumbledore did not mind waiting a while.

"Great! Come with me then." Kingsley Shacklebolt was overjoyed and quickly led Dumbledore to the elevator going down to the tenth floor.

Phew... we finally managed to keep him occupied.

The fact that the kid who was supposed to come didn't show up meant that there must have been a flaw in their plan, but Kingsley Shacklebolt absolutely couldn't let Dumbledore see the weakness, much less let him interfere.

Therefore, he had to stall Dumbledore for time... at least until after sunset.

Shortly after they entered the elevator, the receptionist was replaced by someone else.

If anyone knew the inside story, they would realize that the person who took over the shift was one of the Auror who had interrogated Peter Pettigrew so thoroughly.

Compared to the previous receptionist, his attitude was much colder and more aloof...

Chapter 478 The Nicolas Flamel family's House-elf are very special

Meanwhile, on the other side, in Diagon Alley not far from the Britain Ministry of Magic, Harry and the House-elf Eliezer arrived simultaneously, accompanied by a ripple in the air.

They walked through the two-story shops that were about to be renovated and went straight to the third floor where the magazine office was located, only to find that the door here was actually sealed with a very powerful Locking Spell.

"Alohomora!" But this spell was no match for Harry now. He didn't even need a wand; he simply tapped the lock with a finger.

"Xenophilius Lovegood? Damn it, is he really too late?!"

The scene was one of utter chaos, with several magical printing presses overturned on the floor, leaving ink and spilled paper everywhere.

At Xenophilius's desk, there was a large hole in the window, as if it had been violently smashed open, and even the mailbox used to collect mail was crumpled up.

The chair next to the table was overturned on the floor, and Xenophilius's wand lay on the floor not far away!

"They've been captured... Wait, the fireplace shows signs of use! Eliezer, let's go, with Floo Powder!"

Seeing the traces of powder inside the fireplace, Harry immediately realized that Xenophilius must have been unable to Apparition and had chosen to escape through the fireplace in desperation.

His Floo Network was only recently applied for from the Floo Network Authority of the Department of Magical Transportation, because the Ministry of Magic had been making trouble for <The Quibbler>, so the only place the magazine's fireplace could connect to was the Lovegood family!

After confirming Xenophilius's whereabouts, Harry grabbed a handful of Floo Powder from the box on the fireplace and flew directly to the Lovegood family with Eliezer.

"Damn it! I'm still too late..."

After emerging from the fireplace, Harry, without bothering to clean himself up, immediately began searching the entire house for Xenophilius, only to find it in the same mess as the magazine office.

He anxiously followed the mess and footprints on the ground, eventually running out of the house, but the traces completely disappeared in the yard.

"Damn it! That cuts off the trail!" Harry gritted his teeth in frustration.

It seems I really do need to use the Time-Turner...

"Master, Eliezer can ask the other witnesses." But just then, the House-elf seemed to have an idea.

"The other witnesses, you mean... the Gnome in the garden?" Harry was taken aback.

"Yes, Eliezer can ask them. Cluck! Cluck!!"

The House-elf nodded respectfully, and then suddenly let out a series of piercing cries, which actually attracted all the Gnome in the garden.

"How... how did you do that?"

Harry was completely stunned by this; his teacher's House-elf was simply too amazing.

However... upon closer inspection, Harry couldn't help but notice that Eliezer, the House-elf with the unusual name, was indeed quite different from his fellow house-elves.

Compared to the Dobby and Kreacher, Eliezer, although only about one meter tall, has a more elongated head; and his skin is also House-elf. Although he is only wearing a simple pillowcase, he does not look thin, but rather rather sturdy.

Judging from its appearance, this House-elf must have a very special origin.

"Young master, this Eliezer's racial talent," the House-elf replied humbly. "Eliezer has fused with the blood of the Erkling, and can attract children to his side with his calls, and naturally, he can also attract Gnome low intelligence."

"I see," Harry exclaimed, suddenly realizing. "I never imagined that Eliezer, you were House-elf and Half-blood -Erkling."

Indeed, if we talk about the Erkling, we can explain why Eliezer exhibited such miraculous behavior.

It's important to understand that, in the entire Wizarding World, the existence of Erkling is absolutely notorious.

Despite their height rarely exceeding one meter, they are rated as Level 4 in terms of danger.

This Fantastic Beasts likes to lure children with its calls before cruelly devouring them. It also possesses some rather unusual magic, making it a rather dangerous creature.

They generally live in the Black Forest of Germany, and their numbers were once strictly controlled by the Germany Ministry of Magic. It is said that after 1927, there were no more records of Erkling attacks.

Furthermore, some studies have shown that Erkling and House-elf may share certain bloodline similarities.

To my surprise, I actually witnessed the offspring of an Erkling and House-elf. This is truly...

"Young master, Eliezer is a hybrid of the blood of the Erkling, not a descendant of the Erkling." The House-elf shook his head and corrected him, "His situation is different from that of Half-giant, half-elf hybrids. Eliezer was given to him by his master in order to prolong his life, but since he couldn't drink the Elixir of Life, his master used Sorcerer's Stone to transfer the life of an Erkling to Eliezer."

"What did you say?" Harry was taken aback. "This... can be done with the Sorcerer's Stone?"

"As for the specifics, you can ask Master yourself after this incident, young master. Eliezer doesn't know anything about it," the House-elf said apologetically, shaking his head. "The Gnome have just told Eliezer clue. They saw a particularly ugly bat grab Xenophilius Lovegood, and together with some other bats and a dark mass, they flew away in the northeast with him. The Gnome also heard Xenophilius Lovegood shout something like 'Agubashjit.'"

"A bat... Peter Pettigrew is a bat? Luna Lovegood's Prophecy seems to have mentioned it too... dark, bats... So, the Agubashjit that Xenophilius Lovegood saw was actually Ground Bat?"

Finally, Harry realized.

"I understand, they went to the High Gate! Eliezer, I'll tell you the location, take me there immediately!!"

Yes, Xenophilius still alive, and he's been captured by Peter Pettigrew and taken to their lair— the Witanhurst mansion in Highgate Village!

Peter Pettigrew's purpose was clearly to lure Harry there, but Harry had no choice but to go!

"Yes, young master! Eliezer already knows the approximate location, please hold on to him quickly."

Without hesitation, the House-elf took Harry's hand and activated Apparition, the two of them vanishing from the spot in an instant.

When they reappeared, Harry was already standing in front of this mansion, which was second in size only to the Buckingham Palace.

"This should be it. Hopefully I make it in time... Hmm!"

But for some reason, just before entering, Harry seemed to be bewitched and inexplicably glanced back in the direction of Highgate Cemetery.

He suddenly froze, his face blank, and stood there dumbfounded.

After that, endless illusions began to roll in like a tidal wave...

Chapter 479 Even in broad daylight, one can fall into an illusion.

The weather, which should have been in June, suddenly turned cold and gloomy, and then it got dark in an instant.

Soon after, bursts of lightning and thunder filled the inky sky, followed by a terrible downpour.

Harry stood there all alone, Eliezer nowhere to be seen, and there was nothing around him at all.

Was it a dream...?

Harry clearly remembered that he was about to step into Witanhurst House, but the scene before him was very similar to the strange dreams he had been having recently.

Night, cold rain, tombstones, and... Death.

The darkness completely obscured his vision, and Harry instinctively reached out and groped around, only to find his hand touching a rough, hard object.

Click!

A flash of lightning streaked across the distance, and Harry's face turned solemn.

In the light of the lightning, he could clearly see that he was touching a tombstone...

And the place where he was now was indeed the dark graveyard in his dream!

Why?!

Harry knew he was definitely dreaming, but it was clearly daytime!

And most importantly, he had no idea how to break free.

Left with no other choice, Harry could only wander aimlessly through this gloomy, ghostly place.

The rain was pouring down harder overhead, and the lightning was flashing more frequently. Just as Harry was lost in thought, wondering if another Grim Reaper would appear and swing his scythe at him, his gaze was drawn to a tombstone not far away!

On that tombstone, the name he saw this time was clearly...

Xenophilius Lovegood!

"Impossible!!"

Anger instantly filled Harry's face. He knew that the strange dream was toying with him again, so he immediately turned around angrily, only to be terrified by what he saw behind him.

Colossal wings that blot out the sky, a jet-black robe, a sharp scythe, and an hourglass lantern gleaming with an eerie light...

Death in his dream had somehow appeared behind him, and its hideous, grotesque skull face was almost touching Harry's nose!

"Ugh..." In that instant, Harry felt a cold sweat pour down his back.

He didn't even know if the other party was the real Grim Reaper, but he knew he had no way to escape now...

Last time in his dream, he was lucky enough to wake up and avoid being beheaded by Death's scythe... But this time, will he be so lucky?

What would happen if I were killed by Death here...?

No!

Cheer up!

Before I left, I clearly told Luna Lovegood that even if we really encountered Death, I would absolutely save her father!

Taking a deep breath, Harry bit his tongue, using the pain to barely dispel the fear coursing through his body, and stubbornly stared at the ghostly skeleton in front of him.

"Why are you glaring at me?" Just as Harry was on edge, Death suddenly spoke up.

Its terrifying skeletal mouth opened and closed, its voice hoarse and unpleasant, but it seemed to contain no murderous intent.

"Who... exactly are you...?"

"You're scared, which is understandable. After all, there's no creature in this world that isn't afraid of death and the sorrow and despair that come with it. However..."

Death's tone gradually turned playful. It extended its bony claws, devoid of flesh and blood, from beneath its robes, and used its hourglass lantern to illuminate the tombstone beside Harry: "You killed that person yourself, so why are you blaming me?"

"You...what did you say?" Harry's eyes widened in astonishment. "You mean Xenophilius Lovegood, he was...uh!"

In just a moment of distraction, Death's bony claws were already right in front of Harry, as if they would pierce his eyeballs at any moment.

Feeling the slight stinging sensation from the skull knuckles, Harry dared not move a hair on his head.

"If you hadn't used your clever trick to steal a soul from me, how could you possibly be seeing me in broad daylight?"

Death's bone claws swayed eerily before Harry's eyes, creating a dazzling array of afterimages, before striking him squarely on the forehead with a finger when Harry was off guard.