Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Evan hasn't left since Ginny got back.

He turned into a kitten lying in Hermione's arms, quietly with her, just like what happened the first night he came here.

Every last night before the start of the new semester seemed to be a sleepless night, as did tonight.

Harry returned to the dark room alone, and when he returned to close the bedroom door, he had to admit that he could not think that Mrs. Weasley was being silly because she almost had what she had in mind.

He fell heavily on the bed, and even through the thick darkness, he could still see his parents smiling at him from that lame old photograph, who, like so many people around him, had no idea that their lives were coming to an end.

Harry kept flashing in front of him and Hermione told him that Mrs. Weasley's corpse had changed from turn to turn.

Suddenly, the scar on his forehead was sore and his stomach swelled away.

“Stop!” He insisted that the pain was relieved as he rubbed the scar hard.

“The first sign of madness is talking to yourself.” A mysterious voice in a blank painting on the wall said.

The person inside didn't know where he had gone, and Harry hadn't seen him for a whole vacation.

And now he doesn't have the heart to see who owns the portrait, and he feels like he's grown up a lot.

Never felt that way before, but just an hour ago, he was worried about who had won the senior badge and what Ivan should do when he became the Boy's Chair, which made him wonder.

Harry slept very poorly that night, forcing himself to sleep, but it was difficult.

About half an hour later, Ron came back and yelled at him softly. Harry pretended to be asleep. He didn't want to discuss Voldemort, senior or student council president with Ron...

After a long time, Harry couldn't hear Evan coming back, and his consciousness grew blurred.

In his sleep, his parents kept walking in front of him, but never spoke.

As the scene turned, Mrs. Weasley cried sadly at Cliche's body, watching Ivan, Ron and Hermione with crowns on their heads.

Harry finds himself walking in another corridor, at the end of which is a locked door, pitch-black and deep...

“No!” he woke up violently, scarring a hidden pain.

He gasped and raised his head to find Ron dressed and talking to him.

“Evan didn't seem to be back last night!” He muttered, looking at Evan's bed, no sign of anyone sleeping on it, "or came back, but got up early again. Well, we better hurry up too, Mom just came up and told us to hurry up and go back to sleep, she's going to get angry, she said we might not make it to the train. ”

By the time Harry got dressed and walked downstairs as quickly as possible, Ivan and Hermione had finished their breakfast!

Ivan did not go back last night, and he turned into a kitten lying in Hermione's arms all night.

Hermione finally fell asleep in the second half of the night after two people tortured him, but he didn't sleep very well.

He's not used to sleeping on someone else's bed, and the smell of Hermione keeps him out of his mind, so he can't sleep.

Whoever it is, let him stay in that position and lie in that position, probably.

If you don't believe me, you can become cats and feel it, and you'll know what's going on.

For the next half an hour, the whole house was in chaos.

Ivan and Hermione's ceremonies were all spread out in the pockets he was carrying, but no one else could do so, and no pocket could put a box that big, and they had to move their suitcases.

Fred and George enchanted their boxes so they could fly downstairs and save themselves a move.

As a result, the box ran straight into Ginny and she rolled down two stairs in a row, falling into the hall.

Suddenly, Mrs Blake and Mrs Weasley screamed loudly at the same time.

“Maybe she'll get hurt badly, you idiots! ”

“Dirty bastard, defiles my ancestral home! ”

Fred and George hurried over to apologize to Ginny and Mrs. Weasley bandaged her.

Everyone else looked nervous, and Harry and Ron simply took a few bites and went upstairs to pick up their suitcases.

Hermione found out that Crookshanks didn't know where he was going and followed him upstairs to find Crookshanks.

Shortly afterwards, Hedwig flew in shaky, bringing back Hermione's parents' letter.

Upon Hermione's insistence, Ivan also wrote a letter to his parents last night telling them that he had tied his letter to Hedwig's leg and that he had already told Harry about it.

Hedwig seemed very dissatisfied with the fact that he had just returned to be sent out.

Let Ivan say a lot of good things and peck his finger hard before flapping his wings and flying out.

Finally, everyone was ready and there was not much time left, but Mad-Eye Moody stuck at the door and insisted on not leaving, complaining that Stokgie Podmo could not leave without everyone, otherwise the guard would be missing.

Moody seemed very dissatisfied with Stodgie Podmo, who had borrowed Moody's invisible clothes while escorting Harry and has not returned it.

“Security?” Harry wonders, carrying a heavy suitcase, "we go to King's Cross Station and have guards? ”

“You need security at King's Cross Station.” Hermione corrected him, holding Crookshanks in his arms.

“Why?” Harry said impatiently, getting irritable all of a sudden, "I think Voldemort is now lurking awaiting the moment, are you going to tell me he's going to jump out of the back of a dumpster and poison me? Or are those psychedelics in a pile of people? ”

“That's what the madman obviously thinks.” Ivan said tell him about Hedwig's return.

“Seriously!” Hermione said distracted, looking at the watch, "If we don't hurry up, we'll never make it to the train! ”

“Come on, Alastor, we have to go!” Mrs Weasley obviously thinks the same.

She dragged Ginny out of the kitchen with a simple bandage and Fred and George followed Ginny, teasing her straight to smile.

Everyone was squeezed into a narrow hall, and Mrs. Black's portrait shouted outrageously, but no one went to pull up the curtain to cover her up. Anyway, the noise in the hall would definitely wake her up again.

“Okay, let's go. Remember our plan last night?” Moody said it out loud and rudely.

“The plan is simple, Evan, Harry, Hermione and the others, you follow me, Rhymes and Tanks!” Mrs. Weasley raised her voice over that hissing, repeating it over and over again "bastard! Dirty scum!” Screaming, “especially you, Harry, come in the middle, put your suitcase and empty owl cage down, and Alastair will take care of the luggage. ”