Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Ivan and Hermione just walked up to the second floor and saw Daly covering her ass like a pig and running back to her room screaming.

With a bang, the door was heavily closed.

“Was that Harry's cousin?!” Hermione said with confusion, "Why would he run when he saw us? ”

“I think it's probably out of fear..." Ivan replied.

He knew that every contact between Dali and the wizards didn't go well.

The first time was Hagrid, who had a curly pigtail stretched out behind Dali's pants.

The Desirees had to pay to take him to a private hospital in London and cut his tail off.

When he had just slowed down from the shock, he met Dobby the Elvish.

Because of Harry's bad words in front of Ivan, Angry Dobby Jean Daley grew another pigtail.

Finally, Ivan's parents paid the Desirees a lot of money to calm them down.

And unfortunately, Dulley had to go to the hospital again, take this confidential private service and cut off the pig's tail!

This is terrible. There have been two such experiences, and no wonder they scream when they see Ivan and Hermione.

In his view, all wizards were the same, a bunch of monsters who would make him grow pigtails.

He didn't actually know that underage wizards could not perform magic outside the school.

Everyone's wand is marked, and the Ministry can detect magic fluctuations in a certain area.

Of course, leaving England like Ivan did before, using magic, they were helpless.

Now Dahlia, panicked, is covering her ass and hiding in the room with Cersei trembling.

He feared that Ivan and Hermione would be targeted again, repeating previous tragedies.

Irving had no control over Dale, and he led Hermione to Harry's cabin at the end of the corridor.

Push the door open, Harry is packing his bags inside.

The school's large suitcase was open in the middle of the house, and Harry was sweating all over the side.

He was surrounded by invisible clothes he inherited from his father, a flying broom from Sirius, and a wide variety of textbooks and other household items and magic items.

When he saw the door open, he looked up stunned and smiled with joy.

“Evan, Hermione, you're here!” Harry said with a smile.

He rushed over to give each of us a hug and looked so happy!

“Good to see you, Harry!” Ivan looks around, “you look so messed up! ”

“It's almost departure time, why haven't you packed your bags yet?!” Hermione said sharply, his eyebrows wrinkled tightly.

“Forget it, my aunt and uncle have been haunted all morning and I don't have time to pack.” Harry waved, "Forget me, Evan. Where were you and Sirius on vacation? Why is he hurt so badly? Has your curse been broken? Besides, why do I have to practice brain closure? ”

As you can see, Harry has too many questions.

He asked a lot of questions out of breath, and Ivan answered them.

He explained as he followed Hermione to help Harry pack.

They took out all the food Harry had hidden under that loose floor, and there was a lot of food in it.

Harry then searched and searched the corners of the bedroom to see if there were any forgotten spellbooks and feather pens.

Once everything was in the box, he took off the form that hung on the wall, which marked all the days before September 1st.

Every day he forks his way up to Hogwarts, hoping to get back soon.

Harry had a lot of stuff, and three people took a lot of work.

By the time they walked downstairs, Ivan's father had left, and there was something waiting for him in the company.

Now, inside the house at No. 4, Zhenzheng Road, the atmosphere is extremely tense.

Dulley was shouted down and six people sat on two sides of the table.

They silently drank tea and nobody knew what to talk about.

Though a group of wizards came to visit soon, the Desirees were irritable and agitated.

“Come here, boy!” Mr. Desiree suddenly yelled out loud and jumped everyone, "I hope you've told the people who are coming, dressed properly. I've seen people like you wear things. They'd better wear normal clothes. That's decent! ”

Ivan and Hermione were dressed in muggles, and the Desirees couldn't say anything.

Never, however, has Ivan seen Mr. Weasley, his wife, or those children in his family wearing muggle clothes.

Typically, they wear all sorts of ruined wizard robes.

In fact, Harry didn't give a shit about his uncle's roar.

He was just a little worried that if the Weasley family appeared exactly as the most horrible wizards in the minds of the Dusty couple, they would be treated with disrespect.

“They must have driven here, right?” Mr. Desiree asked loudly.

“Hmm!” Harry nodded, "Probably! ”

Upon hearing Harry's answer, Ivan subconsciously covered his forehead.

Mr. Weasley had originally owned a Ford Anglia master car, but at the moment it is crashing into a forbidden forest in Hogwarts.

Because of this flying car, Ivan became a celebrity at school just as soon as he started school.

Since Hogwarts was founded, no little wizard has ever been reported in a flying car.

Needless to say, Ivan missed the faculty ceremony.

Of course, more than two years of experience has proved that this is only a negligible part of Ivan's legends.

Flying cars aren't worth mentioning compared to what happened back there.

After asking the question, Mr. Desiree snorted heavily, spraying his guts on his beard.

As usual, he should ask Mr. Weasley what kind of car he was driving.

He always likes to judge other men based on how spacious and expensive they drive.

Apparently, he retained some sense and did not ask Harry the question.

Mr. Desiree looked at Ivan and Hermione with disdain, and the dark little eyes slowly moved away.

Another awkward silence, Aunt Harry Penny stood up and she kept peeking out through the meshed curtains.

It was as if she had been warned that a rhinoceros escaped from the zoo.

She swung the cushion around like she was suffering from an obsessive psychosis.

Next to Ivan, Hermione secretly touched his arm and the two looked at each other.

Hermione had never seen such a horrible person, and if she could, she wished to return to Harry's house instead of sitting here with the Dusty family.