Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The next morning at 5: 30, Ivan woke up violently and completely as if someone had yelled in his ear.

He lay there motionless and slowly remembered what he was going to do.

He is going to the Ministry of Magic with Dumbledore and Sirius to see the Minister of Magic, Cornelly Foggy, and to obtain permission to enter the Wizard's Prison, Azkaban.

Ivan climbed out of bed, the sun had not risen, and the room was bleak.

Other than him, others are still asleep.

Harry curled tightly in his duvet, while Ron laid on the bed with his limbs flat on his back, his mouth wide open and he slept perfectly.

Ivan turned to Hermione and found that the girl was already awake.

She was staring at herself there, with tears that were hard to hide from her eyes.

“Safe all the way, Evan!” Hermione whispered, snooping around and hugging Ivan tightly.

She didn't cry and the expression on her face was exceptionally strong.

“I know!” Ivan replied softly, "Take care of yourself during the holidays, too. ”

Hermione nodded slowly, shining in her beautiful chestnut eyes.

With Hermione's temperature and sweet fragrance, Ivan walked through the room and waved at her.

He came into the hall outside the ward and closed the door gently with his back hand.

Immediately, Ivan relieved himself and tried not to think that he might not be able to break the curse, and would never see Hermione again.

He walked out of the school hospital and prepared to go to Dumbledore's office as agreed.

The narrow, dim corridors were equally quiet, the murals on the walls were all asleep, snoring loudly, a red dragon with a noticeably disproportionate body lying on the ground and some Mars in its mouth from time to time.

Ivan thought that he had really killed a firedragon in the Horseman tribe some time ago, but that was what happened in the illusion.

Sounds a little unreal, not to mention 800 years ago.

Through a spinning staircase, he saw Mrs. Loris, Filch's cat, staring at herself with yellow eyes as big as a copper bell in the corner.

Evan waved, and Lady Loris lowly shouted and ran over.

He suddenly remembered that he did not know the password for the two statues in front of Dumbledore's office, and that he was not sure what candy name should be used to decipher them.

As he walked down that hallway, he heard a sound of speech coming from near the statue.

Dumbledore and Sirius have been waiting for themselves there for a long time, as if they had just returned from outside the castle.

Seeing him walk over, both faces were smiling.

“Good morning, Evan!” Dumbledore smiled and said, "We just got back from the Horseman tribe, you shouldn't have had breakfast like us, I told the elves to prepare something, time is running out, I think we can finish eating before we leave. ”

They entered Dumbledore's office, as marvellous as Evan had seen before, with many strangely shaped objects on the table, where Phoenix stood motionless and his eyes closed tightly.

The portraits of successive principals on the walls are all asleep, but these old foxes are all fake.

From time to time they open their eyes and sneak up on Evan and Sirius.

Dumbledore lit a little fireplace with his wand, the warm flames soared and dispersed the cold in the room. He knocked on the round table next to the fireplace, and food appeared in turn: sandwiches, eggs, desserts, milk and coffee.

“I wrote a letter to your parents explaining the incident and asking them to allow me to take care of you for a while on my upcoming summer vacation.” Dumbledore pulled a pale purple envelope out of his arms and handed it to Ivan, quietly saying, "You can send it to them together with your own letter. ”

Ivan took the letter, with Hogwarts' emblem printed on the top left corner.

The middle position, with the names and addresses of their parents, is a circular font characteristic of Dumbledore.

“Well, you can think about what you want to say to them, and even if it goes well, we'll probably be back in a month or so. But right now, you should have breakfast, try this sandwich. Need some more honey?” Dumbledore pointed at the plate in front of Ivan, "I liked the sweet taste. ”

“Thanks!” Ivan just picked up the sandwich and a new one appeared on the plate.

The Elvish is well made and Ivan feels this sandwich is delicious.

“Did you sleep well last night?” Sirius asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“It's good!” Ivan replied, but there was some anxiety in his heart.

He tried not to think about the curse on his arm, but once his head was empty, the terrible evil god and Voldemort always appeared.

He shook his head and forced himself to think about other things. Hermione, for example, had a lovely look when she laughed, but the scene was always set when the girl had just given herself a goodbye, and she couldn't help but cry.

Dumbledore and Sirius are still there discussing what's inside the Horseman tribe, and Ivan listens distracted.

He's glad they didn't ask him to join the conversation, he struggled to eat the delicious sandwich in his hand, but his mind wasn't there at all.

“Almost, I think we should go!” About half an hour later, Dumbledore stood up, "I probably needed to talk to Foggy for a long time, where you could finish a letter to your parents. ”

His voice had just fallen and he had not seen any action. The little red flame in the fireplace in front of Ivan suddenly turned green and the flame was burning.

“In general, Hogwarts fireplaces are not in the flying network, although temporary links may be requested if necessary.” Dumbledore blinked at Evan, "you must have used the flying net already?! All you have to do is walk in and yell at the destination magic ministry we're going to. ”

Ivan nodded, walking into the fireplace with the green flame under the eyes of Dumbledore and Sirius, shouting, "Ministry of Magic! ”

His body was quickly sucked into the flame, everything was spinning in front of him, and after a day of spinning, he drilled out of the other end of the fireplace.

He was standing at the end of a long, golden and glorious hall.

The floor is brilliantly polished dark wood with glittering golden symbols on the peacock blue ceiling, constantly moving and changing, like a giant bulletin board at height.

The walls on all sides were lined with dark, oily wooden panels, and around him, many gold-plated fireplaces were embedded in wooden panels, neatly lined up.

“Go forward, don't block the door! ”

A man's voice rang behind Ivan, and he rushed forward.

Behind him, every few seconds a wizard suddenly emerges from a fireplace on the left with a pounding sound.

On the right, several people lined up in front of each fireplace to leave.