Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Really? Have you discussed it?” Hermione bluntly said that he, like Ivan, wasn't very fond of Quidditch, "I probably didn't notice. Well, Wood's leaving would have a big impact on the team, right? ”

“I suppose so.” Harry said, picking up a piece of bread, "he was an excellent goalie. ”

“But absorbing a little fresh blood isn't bad, is it?” Ron said, "By the way, Evan, your new broom? ”

“There's no big problem, you can make one before the selection, you want to make it in bulk, you have to wait for some time. ”

At this point, clattering, clattering, clattering, hundreds of owls flew in through tall windows, landing all over the auditorium, bringing letters and packages to their owners, and sprinkling water beads on the heads of breakfast eaters.

Obviously, it's raining heavily outside.

Ivan received Hogwarts Magic today, and he glanced at Hermione.

After a while, Hedwig brought back a letter from his parents, along with a large bag of candy.

Ivan's mother had prepared enough for Ivan to share with everyone, to get things done, and these Muggles and Candy were very popular, and from what she said in her letter, she was very proud that Ivan had become the president of the Boy's Student Council.

“I love this muggle brand of chocolate!” Ron said, shoving candy in his mouth,

“Then take some more! ”

While Ivan was reading the letter, Hermione busily moved the orange juice aside and vacated a barn owl with a wet Daily Prophet in his mouth.

“Why are you still ordering that?” Harry said angrily, thinking of Simo again, when Hermione put a nut in a little leather purse on the foot of an owl, and the owl popped off with its wings, "I didn't waste that effort, it was a pile of garbage. ”

“It is best to know what the enemy is saying.” Hermione said seriously.

She unfolded the newspaper and blocked herself behind until everyone had finished breakfast before showing her face again.

“Nothing!” She simply said, "Nothing. ”

“There's nothing new there, Rita!” Evan said, put Hogwarts Magic down.

At this point, Professor McGonagall distributed the curriculum one by one along the table.

Ivan stood up anxiously and took the opportunity to tell her that he was organizing an event over the weekend to familiarize first grade students with the campus.

Professor McGonagall, besides being president of Griffindor, is vice president of the school and is responsible for all this day-to-day affairs.

“I think there should be no problem, although there is no precedent for this in schools, but this is a good idea and it is really necessary to familiarize the freshmen with the campus and it is also within the responsibility of the student council president. Professor McGonagall said," Keep your voice down, "and Professor Umbridge didn't talk to you, did he? ”

“No!” Ivan shook his head, but it was sooner or later.

Given Ivan's identity and the strength he demonstrated last night, Umbridge cannot leave Ivan alone.

Whether she goes down to Marvel or pulls up, she talks to Ivan alone.

“Okay, Ivan, although I shouldn't have said this as a professor, I must warn you...”

Just as Ivan and Professor McGonagall were talking, Harry, Hermione, Ron and Colin were studying the newly launched curriculum.

“It's too bad that our first verse is the Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson for that horrible woman.” Colin said.

“What is this, compared to today's fifth grade class, you are lucky enough to endure just one section.” Ron sighed and said, "Magic history, two magic classes, divination classes, two dark magic defense classes, Bince, Snape, Trelawney, and that woman, Umbridge, are all on the same day! I want Fred and George to hurry up and get the new quick-impact escape candy out. ”

“What's wrong with my ear?” Fred said he and Joe had just arrived, squeezing next to Harry, "Hogwarts' superior wouldn't want to skip class, would he? ”

“Look how bad we are today.” Ron complained and stuffed his curriculum under Fred's nose, "I've never had a worse Monday. ”

“You're right, man.” Fred said while browsing the curriculum, "This is the worst curriculum I've ever seen, and if you like, you can have a little nosebleed beef candy, it's cheap. ”

“Why cheap?” Ron doubted that Fred and George's products were popular and had always been well priced.

Except for Ivan, who gets a bunch of gifts every year, there's no way for anyone else to get a free prank product, not even a discount.

They also include Ron, their own brother.

“Because your nose bleeds all the time, and eventually you all shrink into a bunch. We haven't figured out the antidote yet.” George said to start eating a smoked fish, "I suspect the seeds from the poisonous bean sprouts are too much! ”

“Thank you.” Ron was depressed to say that he pocketed the curriculum, "I think I'd better go to class. ”

“Speaking of quick-impact skip candy.” Hermione stared severely at Fred and George and said, "You can't put advertisements on the bulletin board in Griffindor to recruit experimenters. ”

“Who said that?” George said it looked amazing.

“Me and Ivan studied the decision.” Hermione stared at him and added, "And Ron. ”

“This has nothing to do with me.” Ron said quickly.

Hermione turned her head and stared at him. Fred and George laughed furiously.

“Soon you will change your tone, Hermione!” Fred said, sprinkling thick butter on a toaster, "Do you know why we're planning on making skip candy? The two of us are impressed with fifth grade...”

“Yeah, you're starting fifth grade today, and soon you'll be begging us to skip class with sugar.” George said.

“Why does going to fifth grade mean I need to skip school candy?” Hermione asked.

“Grade 5 is 0.W.Ls year.” George waved in disdain and seemed to think it was something that needed no explanation.

“So what? ”

“That means you're gonna have to endlessly take the exam, isn't it? They'll grind your nose like a grinding wheel, and they'll tear the skin off your nose tips.” Fred said happily.

“For the sake of 0.w.Ls, half of our classmates are having a little trouble.” George joyfully said, "Cry nose tears, lose temper, Patricia Stinson faints when she doesn't move...”