Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Evan doesn't care, even if he's temporarily expelled from Hogwarts.

He can take a look elsewhere at this time, or go straight to Norway to find Sirius to solve vampire problems.

He really thought about it a while ago and left Hogwarts for a while...

Anyway, he had nothing urgent to deal with in Hogwarts, and it was natural not to say much about the course that the fourth grade course was too simple for his current level and had no difficulty or significance whatsoever.

He hasn't figured out the demon altar under the kitchen yet.

Considering the power of the demon that Dijon saw, he felt it best not to summon the demon easily until everything had been investigated.

Ravenclaw left behind his treasure keys and time converter, and when the time is right, it's not too late to come back.

The war was imminent, and Ivan did not intend to waste his precious year dealing with the nasty Umbridge.

There was no good reason for him to leave Hogwarts for a while.

Dumbledore, under Umbridge's watch, could not give him months off for no reason, as he did last semester.

Pretending to be sick isn't a good idea either, although there are a lot of infectious diseases that do keep Ivan isolated in his own home.

He had recently deliberately visited the Interschool Exchange Program, but in order to become an Exchange Student, the most basic condition was to pass the Ordinary Wizarding Level Exam, and Sirius did not approve of Ivan leaving the school at this time.

Ivan hasn't told Dumbledore that he hasn't seen his shadow in recent times, and he hasn't figured out what to say.

With Ivan's knowledge of Dumbledore, he would certainly not agree, and he had no good reason to do so.

In the end, thinking about it, he decided to use this time to help Hermione improve their strength, and he also hurried himself to fully master alchemy and other Black magic books, and see you then.

With Umbridge's ability to do things, it's only a matter of time before Dumbledore is driven away.

Then find yourself another chance to leave Hogwarts.

But unlike Ivan, Harry can't leave Hogwarts, he's neither safe nor anywhere else to go.

So you can't let Fuji fire him...

Mr. Weasley dragged them outward, bracing his footsteps next to the elevator, impatiently tapping the "down” button.

“Come on!” He said anxiously, "I really don't understand, changing the time and place before the trial, and using that tenth courtroom, thank God we're here so early. If you miss it, it's a disaster! ”

The elevator clicked and clicked, and they walked into the elevator.

Every time the elevator stops, Mr. Weasley curses angrily and hits the nine-story button with his fist.

“That courtroom hasn't been used in years!” Mr. Weasley whispered, “I really don't understand why they chose to be there. Those people are crazy. Why would they do that? Unless, no, it won't...”

At this point, a fat witch walked into the elevator with a smoky, high-footed glass.

Nor did Mr. Weasley have the heart to ask what was really going on and keep urging her to hurry up.

“Ordinary hall.” The cold woman's voice said that the golden fence door slipped open.

The fat witch went out, and a noodle wizard walked in with a troubled look.

“Good morning, Arthur!” When the elevator started falling, he said in a depressing voice, "Haven't you seen much of you come down lately? ”

“I'm in a hurry, Bod.” Mr. Weasley said, holding his toes on fire and staring at Evan and Harry with anxiety from time to time, his fists clenched in anxiety.

Nor did Ivan and Harry ignore Bode, who looked curiously at the two and finally looked at Harry.

“Division of Mystical Affairs.” When the cold woman's voice was finished, she fell into silence.

“Come on, Evan, Harry.” The door of the elevator opened, Mr. Weasley urged.

They rushed across a corridor that was completely different from the corridors above, with empty walls, no doors and no windows, but a simple black door at the end of the corridor.

Mr. Weasley grabbed their arms and pulled them to the left, where a gap leads to a ladder.

“Down, down!” Mr. Weasley panted and said, "One step down two steps,“ Ivan should have been here before when he arrived in Azkaban, even the elevator couldn't get down so deep, why did they get here, I really... ”

“Azkaban?!” Harry tidied up hard, as if someone punched him hard.

He wondered what the hell was going on, but no one had explained it to him.

They went down the stairs and followed a corridor that looked exactly like Hogwarts' corridors to Snape's underground classroom: rough stone walls with a torch in the rack.

The doors they pass here are heavy wooden doors with iron latches and keyholes.

“Hoo-hoo, courtroom ten, I think, we're almost there, yes, right here. ”

Mr. Weasley fell and stopped in front of a shady black door with a big iron lock.

He leaned against the wall exhaustedly, grabbing the clothes on his chest and breathing heavily.

“Let's go!” He gasped and said, "Light the door with your thumbs.“ You two go in, they put the two things together for trial. That's true. That was one thing. Be careful. ”

“You, you're not coming with us..." Harry asked.

“Oh, no. I can't go in there. Good luck!” Mr. Weasley said.

“Come on, Harry, there's nothing we can't do. We're not guilty.” Ivan said.

He twisted the heavy iron handle on the door and pulled Harry into the courtroom.

Ivan looked around and didn't surprise himself. This battle was huge.

Behind him, Harry apparently pumped a breath of cold air, unable to control himself.

He walked into this dark chamber, too familiar to him, and was frightened by his guts.

Not only has he seen it before, but he has also been here.

This is where he and Ivan met in Dumbledore's meditation basin, where he witnessed Lestrange and his wife sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban, and where that crazy little Buddy Crouch was also tried...

The surrounding walls are made of black and black stone, and the light of the torch is gloomy.

On both sides of them was a row of rising empty benches, on the tallest benches in front of them, and there appeared to be many dark figures, all of whom seemed to look at them indifferently and looked extraordinarily terrible.

They were whispering, and when the heavy door closed behind Harry, an ominous silence swept down.