Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Lupin arrived at lunch and he had been busy with the newspaper all morning.

Because he was going underground to communicate with those werewolves and naturally didn't have much energy to do with the newspaper, he recommended several good editors and managers to Ivan, many of whom had been dug from the Daily Prophet.

They have considerable experience in keeping newspapers up and running even in the absence of Lupin.

But many important things still require him to slap the board, or mail it to Evan for a decision.

While in Hogwarts, Ivan receives these letters every week for a few minutes, and after consulting with Lupin and newspaper managers, he and Hermione consult to make a decision before giving back.

When he went out to contact the Titans some time ago, all of this was handed over to Hermione and Lupin.

In the month of Ivan and Hermione's arrival in Egypt, everything was even more pressing on Lupin alone.

He had to leave the underground world and come back to deal with these things, which made him look even more annoyed.

Sol, he hasn't really integrated into the werewolf population, and if he does, he'll disappear for a long time.

Evan, they've been wiping out foxes in the curtains, and this is a lot more troublesome than imagined.

Cliche came to help along the way, but they still spent the whole morning.

Finally, the curtains stopped making buzzing noises, and they drifted softly, wet with too much potion, beneath them, the unconscious foxes lay densely and numbly in the barrel, next to them in a bowl were their black eggs.

Crookshanks sniffed and sniffed, Fred and George looked warmly at them.

This stuff can be used to configure powerful love magic, but it is slightly toxic.

Fred and George think they can handle the poison if they take a certain amount.

“Well, we'll deal with those after lunch. ”

Mrs. Weasley pointed to the dusty glass door cabinets on both sides of the fireplace rack, which were filled with all sorts of weird things: a bunch of rust-stained swords, animal toenails, a plate of snake skin, and a bunch of silver boxes with dark, dark, dark colors, engraved with ancient texts, the most distasteful was a decorative crystal bottle, with a large piece of protein stone embedded in the plug, filled with something that must be blood.

Simply put, these are dark magic objects or evil dark magic cast on them.

These things are neither beautiful nor dangerous, and Mrs Weasley naturally cannot allow them to be placed here.

She's going to pack them all up and wait for Sirius to come back.

With Ivan's knowledge of Sirius, he would probably pack all of this stuff and throw it away.

He was disgusted with everything in the house, even including the name "Black”.

It would be a shame if that were true!

Ivan waved to Cleeche and instructed Pokémon to pick up some of them individually for himself.

He was interested in the dark magic above, especially the silver boxes engraved with ancient texts.

When they had just walked into the kitchen, a ding-tin doorbell rang.

Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Blake's tremendous screams echoed again throughout the house.

Mrs. Weasley hurriedly walked past and opened the door, following a narrow, dim tunnel, and everyone saw Mundungus walking in, and he was taking a large tunnel with him to fall down.

“It's Mundungus!” Ivan said he took a long list of parchment paper out of his arms, "he probably asked me to pick up a list of flying broomstick material purchases, and we'd better check to see if there's anything left. ”

“What did he bring so many crucibles for?” Hermione asked.

“Probably looking for a safe place to hide.” Ivan said Hermione was silent for a moment.

It makes him uncomfortable. It's not Hermione's style.

If it were normal, she would definitely start analyzing the matter directly.

“Definitely!” Harry went on to say, "Isn't that what he was supposed to do the night he followed me? Robbing unidentified crucibles? ”

“That's right, you're right! ”

They saw Mundungus reluctantly move those crucibles into the door, but Mrs. Weasley stopped him.

The next second, even far away, they could still hear the explosion, even louder than Mrs. Blake's voice, and everyone could clearly hear Mrs. Weasley's full voice.

“We are not a place to hide stolen goods!” Mrs. Weasley shouted, looking angrily at Mundungus, "completely irresponsible, as if we hadn't had enough troubles, you'd have to drag this pile of stolen crucibles into the house! ”

“I like it when Mom yells at people like that.” Fred said.

“That fool, how could he make her angry by sex?” George shook his head and said, "You have to distract her before she gets angry and yells all the time for hours. Harry, ever since Mundungus snuck away when he was supposed to be stalking you, Mom's been hoping to kick his ass. ”

Indeed, Mrs Weasley's reprimand has lasted for a long time.

Finally, Mundungus had to take the crucibles and take Ivan's purchase list and Kingalon before he left.

He obviously had no intention of buying these things in Diagonal Alley, and he had his own procurement channels.

Ivan figured it must be tumbling down the alley or the underground world, and he really wanted to see it with Mundungus if conditions didn't allow it.

After lunch, Ivan, Hermione and Lupin left for Diagonal Lane.

Harry wanted to go, but now he's an important protector, he can only stay in the house, he can't go anywhere.

As for Ron, Ginny, Fred and George, Mrs. Weasley also refused to let them out.

Ivan, Hermione, and Lupin appeared in a broken cauldron bar after a spin.

As a few months ago, there was no sense of peace or tension about Voldemort's return.

Because the new school semester list is not available now, there are naturally not many students who come to purchase Diagonal Lane.

The broken cauldron bar is filled with cute little witches shopping from the countryside in Diagonal Alley, inactive witches, and a few old wizards who are leisurely drinking and playing cards, bar owner Tom scrubbing the glass behind the bar.

After Lupin left, Ivan and Hermione found a corner table and ordered two cups of juice.

Hermione has been watching material about Harry being attacked by a psychedelic monster, ignoring Ivan.

Ivan knows what he has to say to break the silence.

But he looked for a few topics, and Hermione didn't even fit in.

“Woman!” Ivan bit the straw, keeping Hermione's eyes level, and pitifully touched Hermione with his toes.

Hermione's feet retracted and Ivan moved a little further.

After just a few seconds, Hermione is irrevocable.

She took a deep breath, her fists clenched and ready to talk to Evan about last night.

Hermione just raised her head and saw a familiar woman walking in from the outside, Rita Skeeter.

She looked around and saw Ivan and Hermione, and that expression was like being forced to drink stink juice.