Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Ivan thought about the prophecy and climbed down the stairs.

In addition to that prophecy just now, he is considering that he should probably take divination classes next year!

Although Professor Trelawny is usually unreliable, like a vulgar liar, and always likes to make some tragic prophecies about her students, once she enters a state of true prophecy and acquires that true prophetic ability, those prophecies she makes are critical to her future development.

In the words of Professor Trelawny, as Voldemort returns, the signs of fate will become clearer.

Ivan must stay in constant contact with each other to make sure he knows the new prophecy in the first place.

Five minutes later, he came to Professor Lupin's office, and there was no one in the narrow corridor on the third floor, even the portrait in the corridor was empty.

The temperature on the third floor is obviously much lower than on the other floors, and the gusts of wind coming from nowhere make this place look particularly gloomy. Evan suddenly discovered that perhaps because of Voldemort's curse on the Dark Arts Defense class, these rooms also brought a little bad luck, as if all the unfortunate things were happening on this floor.

“Alohomora!” He pulled out his wand and gently knocked on Professor Lupin's office door.

The door was opened with a click, and the interior of the house was the same as last night, but cooler.

Evan waved his wand and lit the fireplace. Warm flames dispersed the shade of cold, and Green Water Monster Greendillo soothed his limbs in a large water tank at the corner of the wall, floating on the water and spitting bubbles up. As soon as it saw the light, it buried itself in a mess of water grass in the corner of the tank.

Though it's not a good idea to go through other people's things, Evan believes Professor Lupin will forgive himself once he knows what's going on. He stood in front of the fireplace and carefully weighed the room. There were very few places to put things. It did not seem particularly difficult to find a living map.

But in fact, it's not!

Ten minutes later, Ivan still didn't find the parchment.

He has carefully flipped through Professor Lupin's desk, which has nothing but a few missing cups and an old style kettle, teaching textbooks, and student after-school assignments.

Professor Lupin would certainly not have taken the map of the living spot and, since it was not on the desk, it would have been possible to place it elsewhere.

Ivan's eyes turned to the old closet next to the water tank, where the instructors put the extra robes.

He walked up to the closet, which suddenly swayed, banging against the wall.

Ivan was shocked, and he raised his wand to the old wardrobe, not knowing what was in it. He carefully opened the wardrobe door, with nothing but an old, worn, almost discolored suitcase and two extremely old, patchy male robes.

From these things, you can see how economically strained Professor Lupin is.

No one wants to hire a werewolf, he's been wandering alone, even with only two sets of robes left all over him, fifteen years ago. Evan remembers seeing Professor Lupin in Harry's photo album, who was attending Harry's parents' wedding.

Professor Lupin was so pathetic, Ivan sighed, he simply flipped two times up and found a living map in a robe.

This dress is exactly what Professor Lupin wore yesterday. Ivan hasn't been happy in time, and the old closet in front of him shook again. This time, he noticed the exact location of the wardrobe shaking, and lowered his head and found a small compartment under the wardrobe.

hesitated for a moment, pulled the partition door open with his bare hands, very dim inside, seemed to have something hidden inside, like...

Ivan took two steps backwards, his eyes wide open and his breath heavily gasped.

“This, this is impossible!” He just saw a face in the closet.

It's Hermione's face!!!

Not the smiling face you are familiar with, but the face full of terror, bloodstains, face pale as a dead person.

This is horrible. Evan never thought he'd see anything like this. The feeling of fear rose from the depths of his heart, he swallowed saliva, sweat all over his body and down, his right hand holding the wand trembling slightly. He wanted to confirm in the past, but was afraid to see that face again.

Ivan took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down.

This is ridiculous. How could Hermione possibly run into Professor Lupin's closet? She stayed upstairs with Harry in the Gryffindor Public Lounge and had just hugged herself.

Did Hermione actually die and her body was cut into pieces and hidden in a castle?! And the one who's been in contact with herself, is someone else actually pretending to be through compound soup?! Or does Professor Lupin have a special habit of hiding Hermione's head in his closet?!

Ivan shook his head so hard that he shook these ridiculous ideas.

“Fluorescent flashes!” He gently mumbled, the wand tip shining a strong light, completely illuminating the dim office, and he was ready to confirm in the past.

Ivan hasn't moved yet, and he saw Hermione climb out of the old closet in a strange position.

In the bright light, Evan clearly saw a gloomy smile hanging from the corner of her mouth, her expression cold, and her whole body was covered in blood.

She was approaching herself, because of her injuries, and she was struggling with every step she took.

Ivan took a step backwards and couldn't help but tighten his wand in his hand.

“Hermione?!” He tried to scream and couldn't even hear himself.

There was no response from the other side, and she was still approaching Ivan, stiff as a walking vagina.

“No, you're not Hermione! Don't come near me!" Evan shouted out loud, his magic gathering wildly at the wand in his hand.

Hearing him say that, Hermione stopped abruptly, whatever she was, she seemed to feel a dangerous smell from the wand in Evan's hand.

The next second, her body began to deform.

With a bang, Hermione disappeared, her body shrunk into something as black as ink in the middle of the sky, and then a sturdy human monster appeared in front of Ivan, who saw the other with long black hair. Up there, a fierce, horrible wolf head! This is a werewolf, and a guy Ivan met, who attacked himself and Hermione's werewolf Fenrir Greyback yesterday in Hogmord.

Their eyes were filled with blood and madness, 10,000 times more horrible and brutal than Hermione's.

But Ivan didn't feel scared at all, and for some reason, he suddenly wanted to laugh.

He knows what the other side is, it's a boggart!

Evan had heard Harry tell himself the other day that in order to help him practice the Guardian God spell, Professor Lupin had found a new Boggart in Felch's archive cabinet, which they had been simulating with.