Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Harry is a lot better at flying than Evan.

There was no danger on the way back, but Moody kept changing directions, making everyone unbearable.

Ivan held Harry from behind, he didn't have to control the broom, but now he doesn't have the heart to think about anything else.

The cold winds blow in the dark, much lower than when they arrive.

Ivan closed his eyes tightly and his ears were freezing and he could feel Harry's body freezing.

Instead of this intolerable flight, he prefers to use phantom shapes, and even flying powder trips are much stronger than this.

It may be uncomfortable to move around in the fireplace, but at least it's warmly burned by the flames.

Above them, Kingslay suddenly circled them, his bald head and earrings flashing slightly under the moonlight.

Tanks had been following two people to the right, and the wand, which had been raised high, had been put away.

Evan had no doubt that if a group of cannibals were to fly in at this time, they would have no resistance at all.

“Turn southwest, we'd better go back the same way to make sure we're not being followed!” Moody said out loud.

“Are you crazy, madman?” Tanks screamed, "More than Ivan and Harry,“ we're all freezing on the broom, and if we keep going off course like this, we won't be there next week. And we're almost there! ”

“It's time to land!” Kingsley said.

“Okay, landing!” Moody was unhappy to say.

“Here it is...” Harry trembled and looked down.

The surrounding house had a gloomy face, a disobedient look a thousand miles away. The windows of some houses were broken, the lights lit up in the streetlights, many doors were painted off, and several front door steps were full of garbage.

He came to this place, just that Christmas, and Sirius brought them here.

But he couldn't find the house, and he couldn't remember where it was supposed to be.

In the midst of meditation, it seems that a force is interfering with his memory.

“Yeah, old Blake family home, now Phoenix Command.” Ivan whispered.

“What is a phoenix...”

“Take it, read it, and remember.” Moody spoke loudly.

He walked over, stuffed a parchment into Harry's phantom hand, and raised his luminous wand to illuminate the words on the paper.

The Phoenix headquarters is located at 12 Grimo Square, London.

He had just finished watching, and in front of him, a broken and rotten door popped up between the 11th and 13th.

It was accompanied by a loud rumble, followed by dirty walls and gloomy windows.

It looks like an extra house suddenly expands and squeezes away everything on both sides.

12 Grimo Square just appeared empty, and the memory of the house suddenly appeared in Harry's head.

It was incredible that he was staring at all of this.

What surprised him more was the change in the old house, which seemed to have died the last time it came here.

It gives a bad feeling that everything inside is rotting.

Long shady halls, stripped wallpaper and polished carpets on the surrounding walls, and skewed, oblique portraits of darkening over time, and many dark magic objects filled with dust that looked evil.

But now the house is refreshed, with branched chandeliers and candlesticks on the table lit and golden and glorious.

Harry walked in behind Evan, stunned in his place, and couldn't believe what was in front of him.

“Here we are!” Moody said he hit Evan and Harry's head with a wand.

A warm thing runs down their backs and the phantom spell is lifted!

“Welcome back, Young Master Ivan, Young Master Harry! ”

A little elvish in a clean apron ran off with slippers, and he seemed to be here all the time.

“Hello, Cliche!” Harry whispered, “Thank you...”

Ron's mother, Mrs. Weasley, walked out of a door at the other end of the hall with a rush of footsteps.

She walked toward them in three steps and two steps, with a warm smile on her face.

“You're back. Oh, Harry, it's so good to see you!” She whispered, holding him in her arms, almost squeezing his ribs out, then pushing him away a little bit, carefully detailing him.

“You look thin and you need to eat more, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait a while before dinner. ”

She hugged Ivan again and turned to the wizards behind them.

“He had just arrived and the meeting had begun.” Mrs. Weasley whispered in haste.

The wizards made a voice of concern and excitement and began walking through the door that Mrs. Weasley had just come out of with Ivan and Harry.

Harry was on his way, Mrs. Weasley pulled him over.

“No, Harry, only members of the Order of the Phoenix can attend.” Mrs. Weasley said, "Keep your voices down, both of you. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, they're all upstairs. When the meeting is over, we will eat. ”

Speaking in the hall, keep your voice down. Although Cleeche cleaned the whole house, he didn't draw the portrait of Sirius' mother, and Mrs. Black's attitude towards the crowd hasn't changed at all.

Once you wake her up, it will be a terrible disaster.

“What's the matter with this?” Harry whispered, walking up the stairs, "Mrs. Weasley said. Who was that man? ”

“Probably Dumbledore.” Ivan replied, looking at Cleecher leading the way in front of them, "I heard Fred and George say Snape had something important to report tonight, and that's why he's here. ”

“The principal is here!” Harry opened his eyes and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

Dumbledore was here, but refused to see him, and he did not understand why.

Even more uncomfortable was Snape's presence inside Sirius' house.

He felt like a fool, blinded by everyone.

Ivan didn't know what Harry was thinking, and he said to the family elf in front of him, "Cleecher, where did you get the broomstick you gave me when I left? ”

“There is a broomstick room on the top floor, Master Ivan, with all kinds of broomsticks.” Cleecher said, hand to hand, “all left behind by former family members, a lot. ”

“Can you show me around? ”

Ivan kept thinking about it on his way back, and since he was going to make flying broomsticks, he wanted to check out the Blake family broomstick collection, prepare for later research on new broomstick products, and the information in the book wasn't as accurate as it actually was.