Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

While Ivan was using Ginny's improved Bat Pokémon spell, she and Harry were walking hard in the train aisle dragging heavy suitcases, looking through glass doors into a box full of people.

“Neville just said he'd come up and take our seats first.” Ginny said, "Where did he go? ”

“I don't know." Harry also wants to go into whatever compartment he wants, not continue.

He could not help but notice that many were staring at him with great interest.

Several people also stabbed the person sitting next to him with their elbows, pointing a finger at him, as was the case with five cars in a row.

This phenomenon started last semester after Dumbledore announced Voldemort's return, Hermione said they would gradually accept the facts, but after a summer vacation, interest in him did not diminish slightly, but became stronger.

The look on their faces was like Harry was some kind of cherished animal.

Yeah, that's when he remembered The Prophet's Daily all summer telling readers how he and Ivan didn't know about the thickness of the heavens and the earth, the lies, the people who were especially fond of selling, nobody wanted to believe them and that Voldemort was back.

It would be nice if Ivan were here to help him share the pressure.

He wondered whether the people who were staring at him and hearing each other believed the lies of the Ministry of Magic.

Finally, in the last carriage, they met Neville.

When the few of them were waiting for their luggage on the platform, he got in the car early and said he was going to give them a seat.

“Hey, Harry, Ginny, over here!” He waved his hand and said that the round face was full of sweat, "I've looked everywhere, only here, thank God, Luna is inside...”

Obviously, no one wants to sit with Luna, the crazy girl.

For Ivan's sake, Luna is familiar with them now, which doesn't do much to reverse her reputation in school.

After Voldemort returned, she was alienated by others because of this layer of relationship.

They opened the compartment door and walked in, and Luna, sitting by the window, raised her head.

As before, she had fluttering golden hair with very light eyebrows and two eyes protruding outwards, which gave her a constant look of surprise, clearly exerting a madness on her body.

She stuck the wand behind her left ear and wore a necklace with a string of butter beer cork around her neck, and the magazine in her hand turned upside down.

Harry has to admit, nobody knows how to get in touch with Luna but Ivan.

At the very least, he doesn't know what to say to each other.

“Hello, Harry, Neville, Ginny!” Luna looks at them from upside down magazines.

Of course, the magazine she took was The Quibbler, which everyone knew was printed by her father.

When Hogwarts Magic began to develop, they were often partnered with, along with a once-in-a-lifetime increase in sing-and-reverse sales.

It would be better if Mr. Lovegood's style could be higher.

“Hello, Luna.” Ginny said, "Put it on the rack." How was your summer? ”

“It was a pleasure.” Luna said in a trance, “Where's Ivan? Why isn't he with you? ”

“Oh, he's the head boy, and he's going to instruct the superiors. ”

To Harry's surprise, Luna wasn't surprised to find out about it, as if she knew it long ago.

Or maybe she doesn't even know what the student council president means.

It was Neville's uncomfortable appearance that restored Harry a little bit of confidence, and that was the look that normal people deserved.

“Ivan is the head boy now?” He couldn't believe it, "you didn't say on the platform. ”

“Excessive intelligence is a man's greatest asset.” Luna said in a singing voice, "I knew Ivan was going to be president of the Boy's Student Council. What's so strange about that? ”

“Seems... not really.” Neville opened his mouth and did not know what to say.

Ivan does qualify for Boy Chairman, but sooner or later...

Ginny and Luna were watching The Song Reverse, and Harry and Neville were talking about their summer vacation, and the wind wave of this incident has not yet completely subsided when he was attacked by a psychedelic.

The train raced forward and took them to the empty countryside.

This is a weird, volatile day.

The sun was shining in the trunk, and the sky was gloomy and cloudy.

“By the way, I got a special birthday present this year, guess what?” Neville excitedly said.

“Another memory ball?” Harry said.

He remembered that marble-like thing that Neville's grandmother had sent him to improve Neville's terrible memory.

“No.” Neville said, "I've had enough of one, but I've lost that old one for a long time. Look at this! ”

He held one hand tight against his toad, and the other reached into the bag for a while, pulling out a thing, like a gray cactus planted in a pot, but it was not full of lumps, but filled with a lump.

“Mibu Mibu.” He said proudly.

Harry stared at that thing, and it was beating slightly, looking like a lesional visceral organ, making people feel bad.

“This is very, very Sheehan!” Neville said naked, "Not even in Hogwarts' greenhouse, no, I'm sure not. I'd really like to show it to Professor Sprout right now. My uncle Algiers got it for me from Assyria, and I want to see if I can grow it. ”

Assyria, a slave nation emerging from Mesopotamia, is considered the first military empire in the history of the world.

It is now known as the generic name of the countries along the two river basins, the Euphrates and Tigris Rivers.

But this is an ancient term, and only the wizards can use it.

Because Assyrian immigrants have a special system of magical civilization and have guarded the secrets of the past since ancient times.

Harry stared at Mibmippo and didn't dare look at it like that. He knew that one of Neville's favorite lessons was herbal medicine, but he couldn't figure out what the use was of this stunted little plant.

“I'm going to show it to Ivan and Hermione later, and they're going to love it, and maybe I can write an article in the paper that nurtures Mibumi Baby's heart.” Neville is excited to say, "Very few articles of this kind are available on the market. ”

“Well, what does it do?” Harry couldn't help but ask.

“There's a lot of use!” Neville proudly said, "It has an amazing self-defense mechanism, look, hold the rifle for me. ”