Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Nor does it blame Hermione and Ginny, who have been helping Evan research and design broomsticks lately.

Ivan is primarily responsible for the core parts, while the broomstick is left to both of them.

They are currently studying the broom handle section, drawing lots of sketches against the object, Hermione has turned almost all the books over, Ginny has a gift for drawing, and they are preparing to design a very thick, very black broom, which consumes a lot of energy.

Last night, they studied it late, and now they're not up for it.

Doors don't seem locked, anyway, no one else will come in at night.

If Ivan comes to Hermione at night, he doesn't usually go through the door...

He was wondering whether to go in and yell at them, and he had never seen her sleeping lazily in bed.

If Hermione doesn't wake up, he can scratch her itch. Ivan knows where Hermione is most sensitive.

Before he could do anything, there was a rush of footsteps.

The snake-shaped doorknob spins, the door answers, Hermione stands there in her pink pajamas, her sleeping eyes blurry.

She came running barefoot, her hair messed up, half asleep and half awake.

The loose pajamas fasten only two buttons in the middle, covering important areas, the pajamas slip slightly, revealing white underwear...

This look is very cute and enticing and makes one unbearable to kiss.

“Good morning, Evan!” She rubbed her eyes and her long eyelashes twitched slightly.

Her body swayed slightly because she was really sleepy.

“Good morning Hermione, we're leaving!” Ivan said, help her forward.

“Come on, Ginny's watching!” Hermione hastily pushed him away and softly said, “We'll be right out. ”

As soon as the door closed, Ivan saw Hermione, slightly reddish, and not too far away was peeking at them both, Ginny.

Her whole person curled into a small group, half of her head buried in a quilt, revealing only bright eyes.

There was talk in the room, Ginny seemed to be asking something, Hermione was explaining.

Ivan went back to the kitchen and discussed the newspaper with Lupin for a while.

Five minutes later, Harry and Ron, Fred and George came down, and the three of them had changed their clothes.

Mrs. Weasley brought the food and urged them to hurry.

“Where will they judge Ivan and Harry?” Fred said, shoving bread in his mouth.

“I heard that the Ministry of Magic had a secret courtroom underground, where they were guarding the Dementors.” George said.

“Fred, George, don't scare them! Mrs. Weasley was unhappy to say," There is no secret courtroom at all. ”

“The interrogations and inquiries about you two are on my floor, in Amelia Bowens' office. She is the Director of the Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic, and it is up to her to ask you questions.” Mr. Weasley said to finish his share of the coffee.

“Amelia Bowens is fine.” Tanks said sincerely, "Don't worry, Harry, she's just and she'll hear you out. ”

“We've seen her before, remember?” Shortly after Peter the Little Dwarf was captured, "Ivan said," they went to the school ward to investigate and award us the Merlin Order. ”

Harry nodded and remembered the tall, friendly witch standing next to Fuji.

In addition to Foggy, Crouch, and Bowens, there was a woman.

He couldn't remember each other. All he could remember was that she was wearing a set of pink clothes and looked like a big, pale toad.

“Now there's a lot of attention to this, and Fogey's not going to do anything to you two, and he can't explain why there's a psychedelic running to Muggle.” Lou Ping gently said, "He may do other things, you have to pay attention. Especially you, Harry, don't be angry, be polite, be realistic. ”

Harry nodded again, not knowing what to say, and his head was chaotic.

“The law will support you.” Even underage sorcerers should be allowed to use magic when their lives are threatened, "Lupin said softly. As long as the facts are true, Fuji also has no right to restrict the right to freedom of expression in the media. ”

That's when Hermione and Ginny ran off in a hurry.

Hermione's hair is wet and much softer than it used to look.

Apparently, she has carefully packed, which makes her look different than usual.

What can you say, Hermione, once she removes more than twenty thick books that she usually wears all the time and cleans her hair, becomes very pretty and stunning.

Harry looked up at the two of them, and a cool thing was running down the back of his neck. He thought someone was casting a phantom spell on him for a while, and then found out that Mrs. Weasley was using a wet comb against his hair and pressing it against his head.

“Is it possible for it to come down?” She said in despair.

“I guess not!” Harry shook his head and his hair was always as messy as Hermione's.

When everyone has finished their breakfast and 10 minutes to 6 o'clock, a group of people will be ready to go.

“How do we get there?” Ron asks, "Through the flyway network? ”

“Ron, how many times do you have to tell me that this house is not connected to Flyway? ”

12 Grimo Square has been given a lot of magic to keep it confidential, almost as safe as Hogwarts.

“I'm usually the phantom that shifts into the department. Mr. Weasley said," But given Harry's reasons for the trial, it would be better if we went there today in a non-magical way to make a better impression. ”

Only Hermione of the people had never been to the Ministry of Magic, and Ivan and she walked back and talked about the Ministry of Magic.

Fred and George were discussing plans to “visit” Percy's office for a while, and Harry, Ron, Ginny and Mr. Weasley were talking about Muggle's transportation because they were going to take the subway later.

Harry tried to tell them what he knew, but he didn't know much.

The Dusty family never took him on the subway, but at least he knew how to buy tickets through a vending machine.

They march down a broken street with almost no one on the road.

But when they walked into the cold, unsightly subway station, they found that it was already packed with morning passengers.

Mr. Weasley had difficulty suppressing his deep interest, as he did every time he found himself close to the Muggles dealing with his daily affairs.

“It's incredible,” he whispered, referring to the vending machine, "is that a tool that can sell tickets automatically? It's amazing. What do they call it, a machine? ”

“No, it's broken.” Harry pointed at the sign.

“Really, that's a shame.” Mr. Weasley said that he still looked at the machines with love and a smile.

Looks like he's planning on getting one of these things back for research.

Mr. Weasley is very fond of Muggles and has a strange research perspective.

He can't even tell the type of plug, but he can skillfully repair the motor of his car.

Ivan would also like to see if a repair spell like "restore to normal” would work on the machine. Can magic repair scientifically manufactured machines?

If you can, it's a whole new discovery.