Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Everyone beneath squeezed down the stairs and looked up at them, mainly at Harry.

Several people also stretched their necks so that they could see him better.

“Oh, he looks just like I originally thought.” Tanks said, raising the luminous wand high.

“Well, he looks exactly like James.” Kingsley agrees.

“Except for those eyes!” Hessica whispered the wizard, “That's right, Lily's eyes.

Several people talked about it, and they all knew Harry's parents.

A lot of friends are still in front of James and Lily, and now seeing Harry is naturally very kind.

Harry was a little confused, and he couldn't believe it was all true.

Four weeks without a trace, no trace of spiders thread horse to move him out of Sadako Road.

But all of a sudden, a bunch of wizards stood in this house seriously, as if it had already been arranged.

He looked up to Ivan, and he turned his head and looked at the people in the hall below, and they stared at him.

Harry suddenly remembered that he hadn't combed his hair for four days and had to be embarrassed.

“Me, uh, what a coincidence, the Desirees just got out.” He said drowningly.

“Well, Harry, this is all arranged, and Tanks sent them a letter through the Muggle Post Office saying they were finalists in the best suburban lawn grand prix in England, and they're on their way to the prize now.” Ivan said, seeing Harry's confused expression, "By the way, you don't know their names yet, let me introduce you...”

With Ivan's introduction, Harry nodded clumsily to every wizard.

To be honest, he wished they could look elsewhere and not stare at him.

Doing so made him feel like he was suddenly invited onstage, very embarrassed.

“The presentation is over and we'll have plenty of time to get to know each other later.” Moody said loudly and rudely, "Harry, have you packed your things? We have fifteen minutes to go, and as soon as the signal is sent to tell us that everything is safe, we will leave. ”

“Not yet. I'm going to clean up now. What's going on?” Harry turns again to Evan, "Voldemort...”

A couple of wizards shouted a strange shriek, and Diggle's ridiculous big hat fell off his head.

“Shut up!” Moody roared, "Don't mention that name! ”

“What's the matter?” Harry asked puzzled, not expecting them to be so reactive.

“This house is under surveillance and not very safe, it is best not to talk about sensitive matters.” Ivan said.

He felt that there was no magic around him, and the Ministry of Magic did have arrangements here.

That's why they were always able to detect Harry using magic or doing something else the first time.

Of course, this monitoring is vague, but Voldemort's name is a very sensitive term.

“Nothing can be said here, it's too dangerous.” Moody muttered with dissatisfaction.

His normal eye turned to Harry, and that magic eye still stared at the ceiling motionlessly.

“Shit!” He said angrily, raising one hand to take out the demon's eye, "always stuck, something has gone wrong since that vile little man wore it. ”

Moody pulled that demon's eye out as a stinging squeak, like pulling a piston out of a sink.

“Mad-Eyed Man, you're acting weird and disgusting, aren't you?” Tanks was kind enough to say.

“Excuse me, give me a glass of water, Harry.” Moody demanded.

Harry walked to the dishwasher and took out a clean cup and filled it with fresh water by the sink.

The wizards still stared at him, looking at him so mercilessly.

Ivan was speechless for a while, and from the look on Harry's face, he must have been uncomfortable, and these people had just seen him like this.

“Thank you," Moody said when Harry handed over the cup.

He threw the demon's eye into the water and stabbed it with his hand.

That eye twirled, staring at everyone in the house.

“On the way back, I wish I had a 360 degree view. ”

“Come on, we better hurry up and pack up. We're on our way when the signal comes. I'll help you, Harry!” Evan said, pushing Harry so he wouldn't stand here and be seen as a cherished animal.

“Me too!” Tanks said joyfully, curiously looking east.

“This place is fun.” She said, "It's too clean, you know what I mean? It's a little unnatural. My dad's from Muggle, but he's a typical slut. I think Muggles are diverse, just like wizards. Oh, that's more like it...”

When they walked into Harry's bedroom, Harry turned on the light, she nodded, and Harry was so embarrassed.

His room was really much more messy than the rest of the house, he couldn't get out for four days, he was in a bad mood, and Harry didn't have the heart to pack his things.

Most of his books were scattered on the floor because he turned every book open to distract attention and then threw it aside at will.

Hedwig's cage needs to be cleaned up and it's starting to stink.

His suitcase was open and he could see muggle clothes, wizard robes piled up in chaos, and some scattered around the floor.

If possible, Harry hopes he can finish packing before Ivan and Tanks come in for a tour.

“Not bad, actually!” Evan said he didn't pack much either, and Dobby was responsible for keeping the elves at home.

He did well, always packing everything up at night and not letting anyone find out he existed.

Dobby did Ivan a huge favor, which he didn't expect when he first took Dobby in.

Perhaps Harry could consider raising a little elvish in the room.

Ivan and Harry chatted and started picking up a book locally and hurrying it into his box.

Tanks parked in front of Harry's open closet, looking in the mirror on the inside of the door.

“You know, I don't think violet actually suits me," she said anxiously with her spiked hair, "do you guys think it makes my face look a little too sharp? ”

“Hmm?!” Harry looked over at her in a book called Quiddich Teams of Britain and Ireland.

Ivan also looked up and saw Tanks' hair changing slightly.

“That's right, that's right.” Tanks resolutely said.

She closed her eyes tightly and had a nervous expression on her face that seemed to recall something desperately.

One second later, her hair turned bubbly pink.

Imbecile Magus, an extremely cold door deformation branch, is a real disguise for superb magic.