Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“And that pair of wings, kind of like a bird's.” Ivan said uncertainly.

“You two did me a big favor!” The big wizard thankfully said, "Those guys dumped this trouble, and I'm worried about its specific species. ”

He took a dense, numb little book out of his robe and wrote down everything Sirius and Evan had just said.

Ivan sees that book full of all sorts of strange animal sketches, annotated below, like the study notes of the most wicked wizard.

Above the strange creatures of this cat and swallow tail dog is a pattern of a rooster, which seems to be ringing, but the flame of a bear is spraying out of its mouth.

“What will you do with this animal?” Ivan asked curiously.

“First, specific species are identified, then attempts are made to restore them, and if this is not feasible, they will be registered as new species and then sent to a special place for breeding.” The pale-faced young wizard replied, bending over and looking seriously at Evan, "Listen, little guy, if you graduate in the future, remember, don't ever go to the Wonder Animal Management Department, it's a nightmare, dealing with all kinds of weird, difficult animals and pests all day long. It's like a trash can, where all the monsters in the department that can't be handled are thrown in, and the office is filled with stench and animal screams..."

“Thanks for the reminder, I'll keep an eye out!” Ivan nodded.

They seem to have endured the limit, but it sounds like Hagrid will like the place.

They weren't talking, the elevator dinged dang dang dang dang, and the noise was swiftly sliding up, and the chain was loud below.

Except for the big wizard and the pale-skinned young wizard, who was worried about what was inside the iron suitcase, everyone was curious to measure Ivan and Sirius.

“Seventh floor, Division of Magic and Sports, comprising the UK and Ireland Quidditch Alliance Command, the official Cobblestone Club and the Funny Products Patent Office.” The indifferent woman's voice rang in the elevator.

The elevator door opened and Ivan glimpsed a cluttered hallway with a wide variety of Quidditch posters on the wall.

“In the next few months, Britain will host the Quidditch World Cup finals.” Mr. Weasley is pleased to say, "If you two are interested, you can come with us. I got more than a dozen tickets, which is an extra treat in the department, and of course Harry and Hermione, along with the others. ”

“Thank you, Arthur!” Sirius lowered his voice and said, "Ivan and I are going away with Dumbledore, and if we can make it, we will. I'm not in the meantime, I want you to take care of Harry, you know..."

He suddenly stopped and looked vigilantly at the wizards who stood beside him and listened to themselves.

Quickly look away and pretend you didn't hear anything.

“I know, I'll talk to you in my office!” Mr. Weasley nodded.

The door closed and the elevator continued to rise slightly, and soon the woman's voice announced, "Sixth floor, the Magic Traffic Division, which includes the Flight Network Authority, the Broomstick Management Control Authority, the door key office and the Phantom Imaging Test Center. ”

Once again, the elevator door was opened, and in Sirius' rage, the wizard who had just eavesdropped on him hurriedly walked down, and several paper planes flew into the elevator.

Ivan looked up and watched them fly slowly around his head, in a light purple colour with a “Ministry of Magic” stamp on the wing.

“That's the note that sends the message between departments. Mr. Weasley explained," It used to be an owl, and the mess was incredible, and the desk and the ground were full of shit. ”

“Yeah, in the end, the responsibility for taking care of these owls rests with us, feeding them, seeing them, cleaning them!” The pale-faced young wizard complained again, "Think about it, thousands of owls, but there are only five people in the ministry, all young wizards like me who have just graduated, very heavy physical work, that's another nightmare. Thank God I'm finally leaving those damn owls alone! ”

“Okay, Angus, don't keep saying these things in front of the kids!” Mr. Weasley said with dissatisfaction, "Say something pleasant. ”

“I don't see anything to be happy about, and there's this cat and dog mixture waiting for me to take care of it.” Angus whispered, “That's what the Wonder Animal Management Department does, all the trouble...”

He immediately stopped and the elevator door was opened again.

“On the fifth floor, the Department of International Wizarding Cooperation, includes the International Wizarding Trade Standards Association, the International Wizarding Law Office and the British seat of the International Wizarding Confederation. ”

Mr. Butti Crouch, with a serious face and no smile, stood at the elevator door.

He was dressed in the neatest Wizard robe Evan had ever seen today, with a grey hair comb, a glimpse of majesty.

Angston was scared to speak when he saw him.

He hurriedly shut his mouth and swallowed the second half of the complaint.

“Good morning, Buddy!” Mr. Weasley greeted with pleasure.

But the other side ignored him, and Mr. Crouch swept Ivan, then stared closely at Sirius and couldn't see a single expression on his face.

Sirius is also looking back at him with hostility in his eyes.

It's like they're ready for a duel, and the atmosphere of repression spreads through the elevator.

Ivan knew that the other party, as the director of the Magic Enforcement Department, had imprisoned Sirius in Azkaban without trial, and that was when the two sides' enemies had ended.

Mr. Crouch finally didn't come in, and the elevator clicked and climbed again.

It was quiet and only the note danced around the light hanging from the ceiling of the elevator.

“Terrible, isn't it?” Angus lowered his head and whispered, “Mr. Crouch is a powerful figure in the ministry, and I heard even the minister was afraid of him...”

It is well known that when Voldemort led the way for the dead, Batty Crouch gained the trust of the general public for publicly advocating the use of hard means to fight back.

Its reputation is no different and is considered to be the most popular candidate for the next Minister of Magic.

But after the war, it was suddenly discovered that his son, Barty Crouch Jr., was also a dead eater, and he ended up in a witch's prison himself.

However, after the revelation of the incident, his voice continued to decline dramatically, and his practices were considered too cruel and ruthless.

He was eventually transferred to the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation, and Cornelius Fudge, a more moderate figure, was successfully appointed Minister.

It's something that everyone knows, and Ivan knows some unknown secrets.

Subsequently, at the plea of his wife, he entered Azkaban and used compound soup to exchange identity for his seriously ill wife, Barty Crouch Jr.

He then used a spell to control his Death Eater son to keep him at home for years, even using a forgetfulness spell against his men who found out the truth.

Eventually, however, a few months later, he was killed by his crazy son himself.

Thinking of that little Buddy Crouch, Ivan had a headache, and today's meeting made him suddenly realize that he should take some action.

Now that the future has completely changed, there is no need to keep little Buddy Crouch.

An opportunity should be found to remind others of what was happening in Mr. Crouch's home.