Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“All right, I'll see you at school!” Ivan waved, looked at Astoria's expression, and then he thought of something, adding, "If you like Hogwarts Magic, I can send you a separate copy of each issue, and if you have a good article, you can also contribute to me. ”

“I'll think about it, thanks!” Astoria whispered, smiling at Ivan and hurrying away.

Literary youth are always easily welcomed by girls, and Astoria is clearly somewhat fond of Ivan.

Nor does Ivan seem to have any reason to refuse access to the beautiful girl who came to my door.

But he didn't really think that Astoria was obsessed with reading the newspaper, delaying his time in the box, and he ran into him.

There has never been such a coincidence in the world, this is not a novel...

“Some people can't sit down, probably want to take this opportunity to express their position to Dumbledore and me!” Ivan mumbled.

When he saw Astoria boarding a carriage, he came back and waved at himself.

Dangerous Slytherin, you can never guess what their real thoughts are.

Astoria, aside from her identity and other factors, is a very cute little girl who smiles and carries a barn.

Perhaps very thoughtful, like other Slytherins, but not annoying.

At the very least, Ivan did not feel disgusted, nor did he reject goodwill from within Slytherin.

With the news of Voldemort's resurrection confirmed, Slytherin's interior was divided into several factions, and not everyone supported Voldemort, believing that he would achieve a final victory, and that direct contact with Dumbledore would not necessarily be accepted when the war was about to begin and the forces were re-washing their cards.

It's a good idea to have your child show some goodwill...

Ivan thought about it, and as he climbed into the carriage, Harry, they were discussing how the carriage was moving.

Hermione tells you that it's the nightcaps that pull the cars, which are described in the book, but she can't see them like everyone else.

Luna could see, but she wasn't part of the discussion, just humming weird little notes, big silver and white eyes staring at everyone.

In the original plot, Harry could have seen the night, but this time he did not see Cedric's death.

Instead, Ivan witnessed the passing of many lives on subsequent trips to the giant tribe.

He gave them a few descriptions of the night, the carriages lined up, squeaky and swayed on the road.

They passed the tall stone columns on both sides of the gate leading to the school grounds, with winged boars on top of the columns.

At this point, the subject shifted to Hagrid, and everyone knew from Ivan that he had gone to the Giant tribe and had not yet returned.

Harry looked at a pitch-black field and wondered if Hagrid would be in any danger.

Apart from Hermione, Ivan didn't tell them that Hagrid had brought back a giant, just that he had met his mother and brother there, and let Hagrid tell you himself about letting Glop live in a forbidden forest.

Across the forest outside Hagrid's small wooden cabin, Hogwarts Castle faintly approached: a tall tower appeared darker under the dark night sky and occasionally a window shone a bright red light over their heads.

Ten minutes later, when the carriage was parked locally by the stone steps leading to the oak gate, everyone stepped out.

Harry and Ron also deliberately touched the nightcaps in front of the carriage and exclaimed after feeling that they really existed.

If they could see the horrible look of the night, they wouldn't be so interested!

Luna watched, and Ivan also led Hermione and Ginny past, letting them touch their heads at night.

The night stood still and quietly in the cold air at night, leaving it surrounded by a few people, with empty white eyes sparkling.

“Well, let's hold on, these nightcaps live near Hagrid's cabin, and the eagle horses with wings are neighbors, and we'll have plenty of time to look at them later.” Ivan said.

They returned to the crowd and hurried to the stone steps to enter the castle.

The hall was lit with a red light, echoing the students' footsteps.

Students crossed the slab floor and walked to the two gates to the auditorium to the right, where the school banquet was held.

The auditorium is filled with four long college dining tables filled with pitch-black ceilings with no stars, just like the outside sky they see through tall windows.

A candle floated over the dining table, illuminating those silver-white ghosts dotted in the auditorium, illuminating the excited faces of the classmates, all talking happily, exchanging news from the summer vacation, saying hello aloud to friends from other colleges and looking at each other's new hairstyles and clothes.

When Evan and Harry passed by, people were all together.

They were tired of talking about Cedric's transfer, Voldemort's return, and Ivan's becoming the head boy.

Those things had been under discussion for most of the year, but they were still incredible and difficult to accept.

Especially since Ivan, the main party in the incident, returned to Hogwarts, turning himself into the youngest male student council president ever, bringing public opinion back to its peak, with all kinds of trail news and rumors following one another.

Hogwarts is now the focus of the entire magic community in the absence of Voldemort.

Although it looks exactly the same as usual, Evan obviously feels a little stormy...

Luna left them to sit at Ravenclaw's table, and they sat at Griffindor's table.

Colin helped them take their seats, just sitting down, and Nearly Headless Nick drilled out from under the table, and on the other side of the table, Pawati Petyr and Ravind Brown, who greeted everyone with false intentions and overzealousness.

Needless to say, they must have been talking about Evan or Harry a second ago...

Lavender must have learned a lot from Ron and still not satisfied her, and he and Ron have been in contact with Owl Mail all summer.

Ron kept saying that Lavender was too tired to break up with her, but was always determined.

“I want to know who's the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year?” Hermione bit her lips and looked back and forth at the instructor's table.

“I say they should let Ivan teach this lesson! ”

“Wait, you guys, look!” Hermione said sharply, reaching out to the middle of the teaching table.