Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Practice!” Flashing and screaming, “you should be ashamed of yourself, Dobby, commenting on your master like that! ”

“They're not my masters anymore, flash!” Dobby said uncomfortably, "Dobby no longer cares what they think! ”

“Oh, you're such a bad elf, Dobby!” Shimmering and whimpering, tears rolling down his cheek again, "my poor Mr. Crouch, what should we do without Shimmering? He needs me. He needs my help! I took care of Mr. Crouch's family all my life, before me, it was my mother, before her, it was my grandmother... oh, what would they say if they knew Flash was released? Oh, shame on you. Shame on you! ”

She buried her face in the dress and cried loudly.

“Shine!” Hermione looked at the glint of a headache crying and said resolutely, "I'm sure Mr. Crouch is doing well without you. You know, we've met him...”

“Have you met my master?” Flashing his breath, he asked, lifting his tear-stained face back from his skirt, staring wide at Hermione, "You saw him here in Hogwarts? ”

“Yes!” Hermione said, "He and Mr. Bagman are the judges of the Triwizard Tournament. ”

“Is Mr. Bagman here too?” Shimmering screams asked, suddenly angry again, "Mr. Bagman is a bad sorcerer! A very bad, very bad wizard! My master doesn't like him. Oh, not at all! ”

“Bagman, bad wizard?” Hermione asked with narrowed eyes that this was really an interesting piece of information.

In fact, with Crouch's character, I'm afraid it's hard for someone to get a higher rating from him.

In his eyes, as long as his character is not strict, he is not a good man to be associated with dark magic or dark wizards.

“Yes!” Shimmered the angry spot, “The master told Shimmer something! But Shining can't say, Shining must keep secrets for the master..."

Once again, tears falling like rain, they could hear her burying her face in a dress crying.

“Poor master, poor master, no more flashing to help him! ”

Although ineffective, Hermione is still trying to persuade her not to be so sad, not to worry about Mr. Crouch.

Evan knew that shiny fears were really necessary, and that what she feared had happened.

With the help of Voldemort and vampires, Little Barty Crouch has broken free.

Mixed into Hogwarts like his own father, he was plotting a terrible conspiracy, and Buddy Crouch himself was alive and dead.

Ivan thinks he may not be dead, given Crouch's status and the many secrets he knows about the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort shouldn't have killed him casually, and little Barty Crouch needs to make compound soup with what's on his body.

Crouch should now be locked up somewhere like Moody's, weak and powerless.

For Crouch, who values honour and power, when the truth is revealed, this could be more painful than killing him directly.

Ivan did not continue to listen to Hermione persuade Shimmer, who asked Dobby to take himself around the kitchen.

Dobby was so excited that he was leading Ivan, and he kept saying it with joy and excitement.

Talk about how he lives as a free elf and how he intends to spend his wages.

“Dobby, next step, prepare to buy a hoodie, Master Ivan!” With his bare breasts, he was happy to say, "Dobby wants to buy so much clothes, you have to plan it well...”

“I have a lot of little clothes that I can't wear anymore and I can give them to you!” Ivan was distracted and said, "You wouldn't mind, I think shrinking them down would be a great fit for you. ”

“Oh, Young Master Ivan, you are so...” Dobby Momentum, looks so happy.

“Well, you know where those clothes are, you can get them yourself!” Ivan hastily said.

His eyes fell on Dobby, then turned to the big black iron door behind Dobby.

This is already the edge of the kitchen, and based on Ivan's ancient drawings, this is not the end point.

He couldn't be sure, after all, that the whole pattern had changed too much.

But since there's a door, then the secret or whatever clue might be behind this iron door, he has to go in.

“Dobby, where is this place?” Ivan asks, "Can we go in?! ”

“Inside is the refrigerator, Master Ivan!” Dobby said, "Of course you can go in, but it's a little cold in there...”

He ran over and opened the iron door, and the cold breath hit him face to face, and Ivan couldn't help beating a shake.

The temperature in the freezer is very low, pitch black without a hint of light, like a choosing giant beast that opens its big mouth.

“There's plenty of room in there, Master Evan!” Dobby shook the cold and said, staring at the front with fear, "Dobby said of the other elves that this cold storage unit is centuries old and older than everyone else. We're just using a small part of the outside now, and the elves are scared to go deeper into it. ”

Ivan nodded, a place no one had been in for centuries, and it was really necessary to check it out.

He took the living map out of his arms, and on the map, it was already the edge of the kitchen.

Looks like Harry's father and Sirius weren't even here at the time, and they didn't draw this part on the map.

Think of the drawings you found, there should be plenty of room behind it, what secret is hidden in it?!

The principle of refrigeration in this refrigerator is also questionable, and since it has been in use for centuries, there may be a powerful magic in it.

Evan can feel faint magic in the air, but not in his familiar magic.

“Fluorescent flashes!” He softly said, putting the map away.

Ivan walked into the pitch-black freezer with Dobby trembling, and the light of the wand dispersed the darkness around him.

In front of them is a small, tiny room with rows of iron shelves at the end of the day.

The shelves are stacked with a wide variety of foods, which are commonly used to feed elves at home.

“Young Master Evan, there's a door behind that shelf that leads to the inside!” Dobby said.

He pointed to a shelf full of potatoes and seemed to have guessed what Ivan was going to do.

Ivan nodded and gently lifted his wand, all potatoes and heavy shelves flying into the air, falling elsewhere.

Behind it is a loose blue brick wall.

Probably hand-built by the elves themselves, too rough to make.