Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

After cleaning the toad's guts in his nail stitches, Neville went back to sleep, and he was exhausted tonight.

Ivan continued his studies of ancient magic on the sofa in front of the furnace fire, and Colin did deformation lessons beside him.

Harry and Ron took their Unfogging the Future and searched the corner for a table to begin predicting their fate for the next month, constantly filling out numbers in complex planetary trajectory forms.

It's getting late, the rest rooms are getting smaller and smaller, and the little wizards are going back to bed.

An hour later, Colin also went back, and Ivan put away the parchment full of demons and took a look at the living map for a while.

The names are dense and numb, and the little wizards are mostly concentrated in public lounges and their respective bedrooms.

Ivan saw Fred and George in Owl Room and Hermione was alone in the library.

Then he moved his gaze elsewhere.

Ivan's been up there all week, but he hasn't found the name of little Buddy Crouch.

It's really weird, and I don't know who little Buddy Crouch faked getting into Hogwarts.

Or he hasn't dived into Hogwarts, after all, and the competition hasn't started yet.

Or, like Keresis, he did magic on his name, not on the map of the living place.

Ivan can't be sure, but anything can happen.

He thought about it for a while before putting away the living map.

It appears that there is little hope of finding Barty Crouch, Jr., through the map of living spots, and that there is no alternative.

Ivan rubbed his eyes and stood up, stretching a lazy waist, and he was about to wait a while for Hermione, who was not back in the library.

Harry and Ron were still at the table, whispering about what to do, discussing divination class prophecy homework.

In fact, the two of them had made no progress, and many parchment sheets filled with numbers and symbols had been thrown around the table.

Harry felt that his brain was still foggy, like it was filled with smoke from Professor Trelawny's stove fire.

“What does this toy mean? I have no idea.” He looked down at the long line of calculation formulas.

“I don't understand at all!” Ron said that his hair was up in his head because he was scratching his head in agony, and he pointed to a planet and said, "Evan, do you know what it means to run Saturn and Mercury to this position? ”

“I don't know!” Ivan glanced over at the complicated star chart, confused.

“This isn't easy, is it? We finally found something that even Ivan doesn't know!” Ron said, turning around and watching Harry, "Harry, in that case, let's take the divination class reservation show. ”

“You mean, fabricated out of nothing?” Harry's eyebrows picked up.

“Yeah.” Ron said, sweeping a messy pile of paper on the floor.

He dipped the fountain pen in ink and buried it.

“Next Monday, I may cough because Mars and Jupiter unfortunately fit together!” He looked up at Harry and wrote in the grass, "You know her, let's make up some bad luck, she loves this. ”

“Exactly!” Harry said, rubbing the fruit of the brainstorming just now into a bunch and throwing it into the furnace fire, "Okay, Monday, I'm going to run the risk of, uh, burns. ”

“That sounds good, I didn't write my divination homework either, we can do it together!” Ivan said he quickly took out his divination textbook and parchment and sat next to Harry and Ron.

He also needs to predict his next month, and Ivan doesn't want to spend all his weekend drinking tea and messing with tea scum.

Without the gift of prophecy, it is doomed not to make much progress in divination.

Rather than wasting time making useless predictions, it's better to solve these operations as quickly as Harry and Ron did.

Anyway, Ivan had already made up his mind, and he didn't expect Professor Trelawny to give him a high score.

Seeing Ivan doing so seemed to give Harry and Ron a lot of encouragement, and the two got excited.

“I may also run the risk of burns next Monday…” wrote Ivan on parchment paper, "because I saw a flame in the teacup. ” ”

“Yes, we are all in such danger!” Ron nodded and said, "We're going to see the tail screws again on Monday, aren't we?! Well, Tuesday, I will..."

“You'll break the fortune.” Harry turned the Unfogging the Future to find a way.

“Great idea!” Ron said, writing this down, "because, um... because of Mercury. Evan, what about you, there's going to be a death curse on you, because you're going to see Professor Trelawny again on Tuesday! As for Harry, you were stabbed in the back by a guy you thought was a friend of, what do you say? ”

“Cool!” Harry Grassland recorded, saying, "This is because Venus is at the Twentieth Palace of the Equator. ”

“Then, on Wednesday, we fought and lost. ”

“Yes, you can play hard with Malfoy, but I don't want to lose to him any more. Write a bet and lose. ”

“Because I bet it's going to rain on Tuesday, and I'm sick, I've been lying in bed all day. ”

They make up prophecies, and the colors of the tragedy are getting stronger.

That was another hour later, close to eleven o'clock, with only three of them left in the public lounge.

Crookshanks snuck up and gently jumped onto an empty chair, shaking slightly.

It looked at Evan, Harry, Ron with an unpredictable eye, and it looked like Hermione.

If Hermione knew they were doing their homework speculatively, she would have done the same.

This is an interesting scene, where the three of them sat and pondered the unfortunate events that Zhang had not yet used.

After a while, Fred and George walked into the public lounge with thick parchment paper and a feather pen, whispered, not knowing what to do, looked fatigued, said good night and went back to bed.

“The two of them, they're definitely working on Weasley's Wizard Tricks order list and stuff again.” Ron said, "Remember, shortly after the summer vacation, Mom burned their last purchase order, so they had to come out with a new one. ”

“But why carry us behind our back? If it's a purchase order, they'll definitely let us in.” Harry said in confusion.

“Who knows!” Ron shrugged his shoulders.

Ivan knew what was going on, and the two of them were actually writing to Rudo Bagman to bet on winning Gold Gallon.

Although the Quidditch World Cup ended with an assault and a Dark Demon mark, the two gamblers were right about the outcome of the match.

The Irish won, but Krum caught the Golden Snitch.

This was a rare result, and Bagman gave a high odds at the time.

That means he owes Fred and George a lot of money now.

But he had no intention of paying back the money, and all the previous letters from the twins were stoned to death.

The two of them decided to write a copy, appropriately threatening Bagman twice.

“Why isn't Hermione back so late? ”

“She must have lost track of time in the library, and Mrs. Pines wouldn't kick her out, she wouldn't leave. ”

As the voice fell, the hole after the portrait was opened again and Hermione climbed into the public lounge.

She had a roll of parchment in one hand and a box in the other.

As soon as you walk, what's in the box clicks and clicks.

Crookshanks arched his back, snoring.