Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Just as Ivan and Keresis were discussing specific elements of cooperation, an argument was under way in the first floor hall.

Harry, Ron, Hermione came to the hall from outside the castle, filled with people who were waiting to eat.

“Did you hear what those Hecky Patch students said? Evan beat Moody in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class!” Harry said excitedly, "This is inconceivable, how did he do it?! ”

“I don't know, but I hope Ivan doesn't get in trouble.” Hermione said worried.

“Moody is the best arrogant, he may..."

Before Ron finished his words, he heard a shout from behind.

“Weasley! Hey, Weasley! ”

When they heard voices, they turned around and looked away.

Malfoy, Krabs and Gore stood there as if they were all so happy about something.

“What?” Ron asked impatiently.

“Your dad's in the paper, Weasley!” Malfoy said, waving a Daily Prophet, the sound of the speech was purposefully loud so that everyone crowded in the hall could hear it, "Listen to this: The Ministry of Magic is in a new mess, and it looks like the Ministry's troubles are not over, writes Rita Skeeter, the newspaper's special correspondent. Recently, the Ministry of Magic has been criticized for failing to maintain order effectively in the Quidditch World Cup and for still failing to explain the disappearance of one of its witch officials. Yesterday, the Ministry of Magic was placed in a new embarrassment by the strange behaviour of Arnold Weasley of the Division for the Prohibition of Abuse of Muggle Items. ”

Malfoy looked up and gazed maliciously at Ron.

“Weasley, they didn't even write your father's name right. He's just an insignificant little man, isn't he?” He cried out in glory.

At this time, everyone in the hall was listening to him.

Malfoy erected the newspaper like an act and continued, "Arnold Weasley was commanded to own a flying car two years ago and was involved yesterday in another fight with several Muggle law enforcement officials for a large offensive trash can. Mr. Weasley seemed to have risen up to assist Mad-Eye Moody, a man who had been arrogant. When Mad-Eye Moody could no longer distinguish between ordinary handshakes and intentional murder, he retired from the Ministry of Magic. Indeed, when Mr. Weasley arrived at Mr. Moody's heavily guarded home, he found Mr. Moody in another false alarm, sending a false alarm. Mr. Weasley had to modify the memory of several policemen before he could escape from them. But Mr. Weasley refused to answer when the Journalist of the Prophet asked him why he wanted to involve the Ministry of Magic in a pointless and potentially intractable event. ”

“There's another picture, Weasley!” Malfoy said, turning the newspaper upside down, raising it high, "a picture of your parents, standing in front of your house. God, you call this a house! If your mom could lose a little weight, it would look good, wouldn't it? ”

Ron was shaking in anger and everyone in the hall looked at him.

“How dare you say that to my mother, I will kill you!” He shouted loudly.

“Fuck off, Malfoy.” Harry said, "Don't be angry, Ron...”

“Oh, by the way, Porter, you lived with them this summer, huh?” Malfoy sarcastically said, "So tell me, is his mother really that fat, or is the picture a little distorted? ”

“Shut up, Malfoy!” Harry and Hermione grabbed Ron's robe back and prevented him from jumping toward Malfoy.

“Weasley, you can't just kill someone because they're telling the truth.” Malfoy laughed proudly.

“What about your mother?” Harry said angrily, "Look at the look on her face, it's like she's got shit under her nose! Does she always have that look on her face, or is it because she's with you? ”

Malfoy's pale face became slightly reddish when he heard Harry.

“How dare you insult my mother! ”

“Then shut your fat mouth.” Harry said, turning around to stop Ron.

Bang!!!

Several people lost their voices and screamed, and Harry felt something white and hot rubbing his cheek.

He hurriedly reached into the robe and pulled out his wand, but it was too late!

Malfoy's next magic hit Harry, and he flew backwards out.

Hermione screamed loudly, without Harry's stopping, Ron rushed over to Malfoy across the street.

Gore and Crabb stopped him, and they twisted and punched each other.

Ron was not their opponent at all. He screamed in pain and his eyes were punched blue.

He yelled and tried to fall beside Malfoy, but he couldn't.

Looking at Ron's miserable appearance, Malfoy laughed out loud in front and was very proud.

Everything happened too quickly and the hall was chaotic.

The next second, a powerful magical force flies up the stairs, separating several people who are twisting together.

Ivan ran down with the wand, and he and Keresis had just arrived in the hall and saw the scene.

He waved his wand to separate several people and was about to teach Malfoy a lesson.

But Keresis behind him was faster than he was, only heard another loud noise, bang!!!

Then, a roar echoed in the hall.

“Don't do this, boy! ”

Keresis roared and walked past Ivan.

He now looks exactly like MadEye Moody, and it might be more appropriate to call him Moody.

Ivan had just reached an agreement with him that in school he would keep Racis confidential, not tell anyone about his impersonation of Moody, and help him with Voldemort's mission, which in turn he would provide Ivan with intelligence and the necessary help.

In good faith, Keresis also spoke of what was going on between him and Voldemort.

They made a covenant with magic, and Keresis used magic to help Voldemort recover his strength, and Voldemort helped him and his people do one thing.

Thereafter, there was no longer any relationship between them.

Although Ivan wondered if Voldemort would just keep his promise and let these vampires go.

But as things stand, he and Keresis have the same goals, and there is no conflict.

There may be more in-depth communication in the future.

Cooperation between the two sides is the wisest option.

“Despicable cowards, three men beating one man, and a sneak attack! ”

Moody limped down the marble stairs, holding a wand and pointing straight at a snow-white ferret.

Weasels tremble on the slab floor, and that's where Malfoy just stood.