Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Nasty guy.” Ron mumbled.

Harry nodded in favor and Ivan gently pulled Sirius' sleeve.

It does affect the mood to see Malfoy, and Lucius Malfoy isn't here, or worse.

Not far from the Malfoy camp, a well-built dark green tent occupies a large area.

The tent is very classy and uses a lot of striped silk, like a small palace.

The conical spikes soar into the clouds with dark golden Blake family textures.

A mountain symbol, two five-stars, and a shield with a short sword, with two grey dogs jumping on either side.

Below is the gorgeous, golden text: the noblest and oldest Blake family ever pure.

This tent stands out more than all the tents around it and is full of Blake family luxury.

But given the current state of the Blake family, the tent and the phrase above are undoubtedly ironic.

You know, apart from Sirius, the noble and immortal Black family has no one else.

Sirius was also removed from the family tree by her mother, a traitor to the pureblood family, just like the Weasley family.

“This is my parents' tent, and I didn't expect it to work...” Sirius said, looking at the tent with complexity.

He bent over and drilled in, and Ivan, Harry, and Ron followed him.

Ivan and Harry looked inside the tent stunned and had the illusion that they were back at 12 Grimo Square.

Slightly smaller, but generally the same pattern.

However, the surface of everything here is refreshing and not as shattered as 12 Grimo Square.

Opposite the hallway in the hallway, copper pans and plates are polished with rose gloss and wood desktops are polished with brilliance.

Silver cup dishes have been placed on top, glittering in the warm furnace fire.

On the side is the dining room and toilet, not the scary portrait of Mrs. Black, but a landscape painting.

Everything looks extraordinarily cozy.

The thick, stalled brown and black staircase stretches up, about three stories high.

The top is full of bedrooms, just like the outside, the narrower the space, but decorated in a very stylish way.

It is hard to imagine that this is a tent, not a holiday villa for an aristocratic family.

Even if everyone comes in, it's a lot better than living in a humble environment.

“Young Master, you're back!” A low, dull voice suddenly sounded like a cowfrog's cry.

Cleech, the elvish, came running over, wearing clean clothes and fluffy white like cotton flocks in his ears.

Evan never saw Old Cliche again after Regulus' cold funeral.

Sirius had let him live in Hogwarts' kitchen for a while, and Ivan had ordered Dobby to take care of him.

But he obviously couldn't let go of the empty, somewhat frightening old house of the Black family, and soon Cliche returned there without Sirius' summons, barely coming out, and without contact with the rest of the outside world.

Now, Ivan realizes that Cliche has changed so much.

Under the impression, Cliche was always crazy, and it was simply impossible to expect him to work and serve.

He guarded the legacy of the old Blake family house all day long, carrying out the messy orders of Mrs. Blake's portrait.

The biggest dream of the Elvish family is to cut off their heads and nail them to the wall.

“Young Sirius, Master Harry, Master Evan, and this young man, please take off your shoes!” Klitscher said, "Knowing the young master is coming, Old Klitscher is preparing breakfast. Is the owner a delicious stew or a syrup fruit pie? ”

He bowed deeply, staring at those somewhat frightening big yellow eyes and looking enthusiastically at Evan and them.

Old Cliche's attitude towards Ivan improved markedly after he was helped to recover Regulus' body for burial.

Until then, do not speak voluntarily, for Muggle-born and hybrid wizards, he is constantly cursing.

“Oh, my God, here!” Ron was surprised to say that he kept measuring his surroundings, "I've never seen a tent like this, and this little elf in the family...”

“His name is Cliche, and he has served the Black family for generations!” Harry said there was also some maladaptation.

He remembered how badly Cliche's attitude had been before, and now it was like having a new elf at home.

“Young Master, would you like some coffee and hot rolls?” Cliche continues, "Old Cliche has all the bedrooms upstairs ready and the owners can go up and rest for a while. ”

“No, Cliché!” Sirius commands, "pack up and we're going somewhere else. ”

“Somewhere else?!” Cleeche puzzled, "Young master, this is good! Miss Narcissa lives next door. She has just come to see Mr. Malfoy to see Cliche. As before, she is still so kind, so kind, so kind..."

“Shut up and give you a minute to pack everything up!” Sirius shouted.

Heard Narcissa was here, his face was extremely gloomy.

About twenty minutes later, Ivan and a few of them struggled to move the tent back to Mr. Weasley's scheduled campsite.

Cliche followed behind, whispering what seemed extraordinarily grievous.

It seems that it is simply not possible to get along with these servants in a truly harmonious way.

Next to the camp, Mr. Weasley had set up a skewed tent.

“You're back, let me see. This tent is huge, thank God we have plenty of room here. Mr. Weasley said," Let's get it up and running, and then we'll need more time to cook. ”

It may only take a minute to build the tent, despite using magic or letting Cleveland do the trick.

But Mr. Weasley insisted that we do it ourselves, in the Muggle way.

Ivan can be sure that if Muggles could use magic, they wouldn't have gone to so much trouble.

Sirius tents are large and more complex, and by the time you're done, it's almost noon.

During this time, they saw many familiar faces, their classmates and their families in Hogwarts.

Because you're on the road to the Quidditch World Cup finals, you have to go through them.

Here, Ivan, they saw Oliver Wood.

He was the former captain of the Gryffindor Quidditches and had just graduated from Hogwarts.

He was excited to tell you that he had just signed up to be a replacement for the Pdermir coalition.

For Wood, this was also a positive result, and thanks to Harry's outstanding expression, Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup last semester.

For the first time in more than a decade, it was won by Slytherin.

This feat scored Woodmill well enough to get him into the Pdmill coalition.