Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Ivan tried to make himself comfortable, and he glanced halfway and saw Stansey give Harry a copy of The Prophet's Daily. The front page is a huge picture of Sirius Black with his face depressed, long hair tangled together, white skin and waxed paper.

“He looks scary, doesn't he?” Stan looked closely at the look on Harry's face, "it was all in his news recently, and Sirius Black was considered the most notorious of the prisoners who had stayed at Azkaban Castle. ”

“He killed 13 people?” Harry whispered, "Kill with a spell? ”

“Exactly! In front of witnesses, in broad daylight, it caused so much trouble!” Stan came along and lowered his voice and said, "Blake is very supportive of the mystery man, who is very close to the mystery man. You know, when Little Harry Potter was about to be killed by a mystery man..."

Ivan saw Harry unnervingly pull his forehead hair down again.

“All the supporters of Mystic Man have been hunted, and these people know that since Mystic Man has escaped, they are dead, so they are honest, only Sirius Black is not like this. He was the most loyal supporter of the mystery man, and I heard he thought one day the mystery man would take power, so he was number two. ”

“Anyway, they drove Blake into nowhere on the street, full of Muggles, Blake took out his wand, blew up half a street, a witch was killed and twelve Muggles were killed. Terrible, isn't it? You know what Blake's gonna do next?” Stan said in exaggerated whispers.

“What?” Harry asked nervously.

“Laugh!” Stan said, "just standing there laughing, waiting for the Magic Department reinforcements to arrive, he followed them quietly and laughed all the way. ”

“He's not crazy, is he? ”

“If he hadn't gone mad by the time he got to Azkaban, he'd be crazy by now. Stan whispered," Neville, you know Azkaban, no one can stay in there that long. But now that he's out, Azkaban has never escaped before, has he? The guards there can't resist, can they? ”

Harry nodded anxiously, and Stan beside him looked pale, seemingly frightened by what he said.

Ivan looked at them without a word, and the two guys realized if they'd just rubbed their shoulders past Sirius Black, would they have fainted?

Next, nobody talks.

The Knight Bus proceeded in the dark, spreading bushes, poles at the top of a pedestrian safe island, telephone booths and trees, and Harry lay on his featherbed restless and miserable.

Evan stretched out his paws and rubbed Harry's hair, and Harry seemed to want to hug him, and he jumped aside and ran away.

The sky outside the window was a little brighter than before, and Ivan saw a shabby little bar appear in front of him, and the Knight Bus slipped and stopped.

Ivan jumped onto Harry's shoulder, they got out, Stan put Harry's locker and Hedwig's cage on the sidewalk, and the Knight Bus took off.

“Well, then we're going to the Palace of Gourrings...” Harry stopped and looked forward with surprise.

“You're here, Harry!” In the darkness, a figure suddenly walked out of the lowly, dark hall of a broken cauldron bar, and was Minister of Magic Connelly Fogey.

Harry was dark and nervous, dragging his heavy suitcase into the bar by Fogey, and a man with a curved back and a lantern appeared in the doorway behind the bar.

This is Tom, the wrinkled, toothless owner of the Leaky Cauldron Club.

“You found him, Minister!” Tom, bend over. “What can I get you, a beer or brandy? ”

“Have a can of tea.” Fogey looked a little sluggish, he pointed to a chair by the stove fire and said to Harry, "Sit down, Harry. ”

Harry sat down, and despite the fire, Ivan could still feel his body trembling slightly and seemed very nervous.

Foggy took off his fine green striped robe and threw it aside, then quickly pulled up his dark green suit pants and sat across from Harry.

“We just met three months ago, Harry! I'm Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. ”

Fudge quickly said, a strange glance at Harry's black cat on the shoulder.

Harry nodded softly, unable to believe that he had been personally captured by the Minister of Magic. Three months ago, they just awarded themselves, Ivan, Hermione and Ron a Special Contribution Award, and now they're going to fire him?!

He hasn't said anything yet, and barkeeper Tom shows up again and brings tea and toaster with a tray.

He placed the tray on a table between Foggy and Harry, left the seat and took the door with him.

“All right, Harry!” Fuji said, pouring out the tea, "I'm not afraid, you know, you're making us panic, running out of your aunt's and uncle's house like this! I thought... but luckily you didn't, most importantly. ”

Fudge buttered his pancakes and pushed the plate over to Harry.

“Eat up, Harry, you look dead. You'll be glad to hear how we solved Miss Maggie's unfortunate blow-up, when two members of the Incident Reversal Department were ordered to Virginity Road a few hours ago. Miss Maggie has recovered and her memory has been adjusted. She doesn't remember it, and that's it, no harm done. ”

Evan jumped gently onto the long table and brought himself a toaster.

He saw Foggy smiling at Harry from the side of the cup, like an uncle watching his beloved nephew. Across the table, Harry didn't believe his ears, opened his mouth and seemed to want to talk, and couldn't figure out what to say, so he shut his mouth.

“Ah, are you worried about the reaction of your aunt and uncle?” Fogey said, "Well, I don't deny they're extremely angry. Harry, but as long as you stay at Hogwarts for Christmas and Easter, they're ready to send you back next summer. ”

“I'll always spend Christmas and Easter in Hogwarts.” Harry feels his voice is no longer panicking, "I don't want to go back to Virgin Road. ”

“Well, well, when you calm down, I'm sure you won't think that!” There is a tone of worry in the Fuji tone, "they are, after all, your family, and I'm sure deep down you love each other. ”

Harry didn't want to correct Fudge's point of view, and he was still waiting to hear how to send it to him.

“The question that remains is, where did you spend the remaining two weeks of your vacation? ”

“I suppose I could go to my classmate Ivan's house, and he invited me many times.” Harry said uncertainly.

“You're talking about Evan Mason, the kid is really nice, he helped us a lot with the secret room thing, and thanks to that article he wrote, people corrected the wrong understanding of the Ministry of Magic.” Fogey is buttering the second pancake, "but I'm afraid he won't be able to help much this time, since the guy... in fact, I suggest you open a room in a broken cauldron bar and stay until the end of the summer vacation. ”