Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Yeah, the bright and upright use of a soul-killer spell on students is a really good idea.

No one can guarantee that Fake Moody will control a student with this.

Even if he doesn't dare to do this under Dumbledore's nose, there should be no problem with a few "mind-taking” spells.

This magic can quickly read the feelings and memories of the Spellman, is strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic and is not allowed to be used.

But fake Moody's will not hesitate to do so, which is the best opportunity to get information.

By giving little wizards a chance to see black magic in the classroom, he can use it without hesitation.

Beyond that, there are many wicked dark magic spells that can be used, and Ivan comes up with a lot.

Little wizards are totally unprepared for these things, and he can impose them without hesitation.

Terribly, there was no way to stop him, and no one would object, because that was how Moody was supposed to be.

“It's good to see these early, you can't stay in school forever!” Moody continues, with a horrible smile on his face, "Evan, your strength far exceeds that of a little wizard of your own age, it's time to see what a true black devil looks like, and I look forward to your performance... well, I'm in the place and wish you a good night's sleep. ”

Moody dragged that prosthetic limb and slowly disappeared into the innermost shadow of the third floor.

Looking at his back, Ivan felt stranger, and his clear mind suddenly became more complicated.

He walked up a narrower staircase through a door hidden behind the tapestry.

Ivan walked while thinking about what happened tonight.

This fake Moody's behavior tonight is so unusual, what exactly is his purpose?!

Looks like Harry wasn't the only one, Evan was one of his goals.

And the name that can't be shown on the live map, is the guy who impersonated Moody still little Buddy Crouch?!

If it wasn't for him, would it be...

Evan suddenly thinks of Keresis, the dangerous vampire, who's the only one who can help Voldemort.

And he's powerful enough to use that spell to keep his name from being marked on the living map.

Things would be interesting if he was dressed up as a madman and mixed up with Hogwarts.

He and Voldemort were merely allies, and there was no need to be as loyal to him as the Death Eaters.

Even to some extent, Keresis and Ivan have the same goals.

Thinking about it, Ivan depressed his anxiety.

He decided to contact each other first, as planned, to see what the hell was going on with this guy.

By the time Ivan returned to Gryffindor Tower, Hermione was standing outside the public lounge waiting for herself.

Outside in the rain of ticking and ticking, her slim body rests on the orange red curtain at the corner.

Through the bright fire at both ends of the hallway, Hermione looks beautiful now, looking at the Standard Spell, Grade 4 in front of her.

She read the book very carefully and didn't find Ivan, who had come close.

Ivan didn't bother either, so he looked at her and seemed to want to imprint this image in his mind.

“Ivan?!” For a long time Hermione stretched out a lazy waist like a kitten and rubbed her eyes as if she noticed Ivan standing in front of her.

She hurriedly closed the book and stood up and said with a smile, "When did you get back? ”

“Just now, why haven't you gone to bed?” Ivan asked, "Where are the others? ”

“They're all talking about the Triwizard Tournament in there, trying to get past it.” Hermione said, "I don't think you know the new password yet, just stay here and wait for you, afraid you won't be able to get in outside...”

Hearing Hermione's words of concern, Ivan felt extra warmth and happiness.

He naturally grabbed the girl's cold little hand and all the conspiracies and dangers left him at this moment.

Hermione did not resist, leaving Ivan to hold on to herself, just blushing.

The two men stood silently for a few seconds, as if they had recovered from their happy times.

“Evan, what did Dumbledore ask you to say?” Hermione asked.

“He made me promise not to compete in the Triathlon.” Evan said, "You know, my age doesn't meet the requirements, and Boothbarton and Durmstrand seem to think I'm too strong. ”

“What?!” Hermione was surprised to say, "They banned you from competing by name?! ”

“That's it, I've given Dumbledore my word.” Ivan said.

Unable to compete, he was still worried about the plan ahead.

But if fake Moody is impersonating Keresis, then there's another solution to this, don't worry so much.

Perhaps it will be simpler.

Ivan thinks it might be a good idea to talk directly to each other and figure out the purpose and plan of the vampire.

If he just wanted to bring Harry's blood to Voldemort, they might be able to cooperate.

Until then, of course, the identity of the other party must be established.

“It's not fair, is it?! Hermione said with dissatisfaction," They can't disqualify you because you're too strong, I know it's dangerous, many people have died, and I don't want you to go. But the age limit for contestants is because they don't have enough strength to protect themselves in the competition, but you know you do... "

Hermione's discontent with Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic is clearly on the rise, and her topic has naturally shifted to raising the elves at home, and she is still aggravated by Hogwarts' failure to pay the elves.

“I have just found it extremely unfair that invisible forms of discrimination and oppression abound in our schools and magic circles. Evan, that's what happened to you tonight, and so did the elves at home, who were squeezed as slaves, and what we have to do to stop this from happening..."

Looks like she's planning to write an article for The Hogwarts Magic to consult with Ivan.

Ivan didn't want to discuss this with Hermione because he knew it wasn't over.

He rushed to the entrance to the Griffindor Tower, hidden behind a huge portrait of a fat woman in a pink silk dress.

“Password?” As they approached, the fat lady asked.

“Nonsense!” Hermione said.

The portrait jumped forward and revealed a large hole in the wall from which they climbed in.

The round common lounge is filled with tables and soft collapsed armchairs, and the furnace is flaming.

Hermione's gaze swept the flame of joyful jumping, and Ivan clearly heard her muttering "slave labor”.

Next to the fireplace, Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Neville, and Colin and his brother Dennis were sitting there, talking about the triumph, and none of those guys were old enough to compete.

They were discussing what Dumbledore said about judging who the warrior's referee was and guessing who he would be.

“Whoever he is, it's who we're going to fool anyway, I think two drops of ageing agent...” Fred said, holding his fist and clapping his hands.

“But Dumbledore knows you're not old enough.” Ron said.

“Yeah, but it's not up to him to be a warrior, is it?” Fred said cleverly, "Sounds to me like this referee, knowing who wants to join, picks the best from every school, no matter how old they are, and Dumbledore wants to stop us from signing up. ”