Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Ivan, Autumn seems to care about you...” Hermione said skeptically.

She remembered her conversation with Ginny last night, and Ginny said there were a lot of girls at school who were secretly in love with Ivan.

Among them is Ravenclaw's Autumn Zhang, who has long felt that something is wrong with the two of them.

Perhaps I should hurry up and follow Ginny's advice...

Hermione thought about it, her face was slightly red, and there was something in her mind that happened last night.

Her body approached Ivan like a curious kitten.

Although Hermione looks cute now, Ivan doesn't dare to be careless.

He knew his answer had to be to Hermione's satisfaction, otherwise she could change from a kitten to a lion at any moment.

But, Hermione, how do I answer this question?!

She was right, Autumn really cared about herself, just came over and even talked to him alone.

Ivan can't say yes or no, the more he explains the darker the rhythm.

If possible, he wants to talk to Hermione alone again, just like last night...

It was just then that a large group of teenagers, more than 10 years old than they had ever seen before, came and distracted us.

“Look, who are they?” Harry asked, "Are they definitely not Hogwarts', maybe Sirius' other magic school students, or don't know where they're from? ”

“Boosbatons!” Hermione whispered.

“How did you know?” Harry looked at her surprised.

“All of their robes have Busbaton's school crest on them, which I saw in the European Magic Education Assessment.” Hermione said, "That's it, two golden crossed wands with three stars on each wand. ”

“They are indeed students of Boosbatons!” Ivan followed.

He seemed to have some impression of one of the guys who had been taught a terrible lesson after provoking himself more than two months earlier.

He hoped that his last experience in the Boosbatons Auditorium would teach him enough lessons.

But Ivan's expectations were lost, and as soon as he was seen, the group of Boosbatons across the street came up.

They remember that, Ivan, alone against the whole of Boosbaton's students, making a scene and then safely evacuating.

This is a great disgrace to Boosbatons.

A lot of people tried to kick Ivan's ass that night, but nobody found him in the end.

Now that we meet Ivan here, they certainly won't let it go.

“What the hell is going on with these guys, it seems exciting!” Ron said disturbingly, "What are they talking about? ”

“Something's wrong, we better be careful!” Harry followed.

Students in Boosbatons circled Ivan in the middle of nowhere, shouting radically in French.

Ivan knew it was definitely an apology or a curse or something.

He saw that many people across the street had pulled out their wands and the battle was triggered.

With Ivan's strength now, naturally he's not afraid of these guys.

If possible, he's sure to knock them all out in seconds.

For wizards with disparate power gaps, they are suppressed with immense magic.

This method is simple and straightforward and works better than using a spell.

But Ivan didn't take out his wand, and he knew that the camp was now full of magic ministry officials.

They patrolled the area in an orderly manner, tense and deadly, fearful of what might have happened to Muggles.

Surely, without waiting for both sides to do anything, there is a wizard from the Ministry of Magic beside them.

“Kids, I hope you're not getting ready for a fight. Little wizards are not allowed to use magic outside the school!” He gasps, "On such a beautiful day, you should do something more meaningful than gather here. ”

The little wizards of Boosbatons looked at each other and left unwillingly!

They seem to be telling Evan before they leave that this is far from over.

Nevertheless, Ivan was not at all concerned.

In the face of absolute strength, there can be no escape from crushing fate.

Evan dared to fight the entire Boosbaton student when he was cursed and unable to use a lot of magic.

Now that he has regained his strength and the help of the Magic Stone, it is natural not to say much.

The brief contact made Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny's impressions of Boosbatons noticeably worse.

Ron is more of a direct name, these guys are barbarians from France.

This kind of thing can't be generalized, it's fair to say that Boosbatons girls are still good.

Especially Furong, and her sister Gabriel, and the passionate French girls.

On the way back, Ivan talked about his earlier scene with Boosbatons, which amazed everyone.

They all admire Ivan's courage and strength, but it doesn't seem strange to think about it.

In their impression, there's nothing Ivan can't do.

By the time they returned to the tent, Mr. Weasley and Sirius had started a fire outside the tent.

The Pokémon Cliché kept throwing firewood inside, complaining that Mr. Weasley had not allowed him to use the stove in the tent.

More than an hour later, they cooked lunch fried eggs and cooked sausages.

It wasn't until then that Fred and George returned, and Bill, Charlie and Percy arrived from their humble homes.

Eggs and sausages are beautifully eaten in front of the campfire and the atmosphere is pleasant and relaxing.

Just halfway through the meal, Mr. Weasley suddenly jumped up and smiled and waved his compliments to a man who had come a long way.

“Look, the most important person at the moment, Ludo!” He shouted loudly.

Everyone's attention is focused on the witch who just appeared in front of them.

This wizard is the most eye-catching man Evan has ever seen, and not even the old Archie in his printed pajamas can match him.

He is vibrant, energetic and wears a long Quiddich robe.

It has the same wide crossroads of yellow and black with a giant wasp imprinted like ink on its chest.

As can be seen, he was formerly very strong, but is now moving downhill.

The robe was tightly stretched over his stomach and his stomach was blessed.

His nose collapsed, but his round, slippery blue eyes, short golden hair, and his red fluttering face made him look like an oversized boy.

“Ahhh!” Bagman shouted happily.

He jumped on foot as if he had a spring underneath his feet and was clearly in a state of extreme excitement.