Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Harry leaves the auditorium with his schoolbag on his back and walks up the marble stairs step by step.

The anonymous fire that had just erupted suddenly still burned in his heart.

He was deeply pleased to think of the stunned look on Ivan, Ron and Hermione's face.

As he calmed down, he regretted it a little.

Harry knew he shouldn't be angry with Ivan and angry, but his body was uncontrolled and irritable.

The recent frequent pain in the scar upset him, but he couldn't tell the story.

The school was full of gossip, his original friends mistrusted him. Ron and Hermione kept arguing and arguing. The woman in Umbridge was full of malice. Professor McGonagall asked him to bow his head, Dumbledore was indifferent to him, and Ivan was left to developments...

In the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening, in the bedroom, he had nowhere to run.

Under all the pressure, he felt like he was going crazy.

Harry's footsteps slowed down and he suddenly realized he had nowhere to go.

“Go sit in the library for a while, then go to the woman and lock her up and apologize to Ivan when you get back in the evening.” He pitifully thought, "I want to control my temper, empty my brain, I don't want anything...”

At this point, the Pippy Ghost drilled out of an empty classroom wall and threw several ink bottles as if playing acrobatics.

“Jeez, it's Baby Potter!” Peppy grinned, "What are you doing here if you don't eat? ”

He smashed two ink pools to the ground and splashed the ink onto the wall.

Harry jumped back and ran away, yelling, "Fuck off, Pippy! ”

“The weirdo got angry, and I saw it all this afternoon. Oh, I told everyone.” Pippy said, chasing Harry in the hallway, flying forward over him, looking at him with a naughty oblique eye, "Oh, a lot of people think he has a tantrum, Potter, Potter Silly Baby, some people don't have a bad heart, know he's just too sad, Pippy Ghost knows best, he's a mad criminal. ”

“Shut up!” Harry shouted loudly and walked down a path.

The anonymous fire in his body dashed out again, and he took out his wand, ready to teach Pippi a lesson.

He learned this magic from Sirius, knowing how to attack the Pippi Ghost with something.

But the agile skinner didn't follow, and Harry did see a huge portrait of Sir Cardogan.

As soon as he saw Harry, Sir Cardogan pulled out his sword and waved fiercely at Harry, who ignored him at all.

He's had enough of all of them, even ghosts and portraits.

It's hard to imagine how much he missed it a few weeks ago.

“Come back, you fleeing coward! Don't back off! Fight me!” Sir Cardogan shouted in a muffled voice from behind the mask, but Harry kept going, and Sir Cardogan tried to chase him, so he jumped into an adjacent painting, but a big, fierce wolf dog who lived in the painting drove him back.

“Hello, Porter!” He walked to the front door of the library and heard an angry voice shouting.

“What's wrong now?” Harry turned his head impatiently, almost to the limit.

He saw Angelina Johnson standing on a staircase not far away, apparently following herself.

She seemed more angry than he was and could be angry at any moment.

“I'll tell you what happened!” She said, a few steps in front of him, poking her fingers in the chest, "I heard all about it. How did you get yourself locked up at 5: 00 this Friday afternoon? ”

“What?!” Harry stunned for a moment and immediately thought, "Oh, by the way, pick the goalie! ”

“I remember now!” Angelina yelled, "Didn't I tell you I wanted the whole team to be in the selection and find someone who could work with every player? Didn't I tell you I already booked Quidditch Stadium? Now you decide not to go! ”

“I didn't decide not to go!” Harry said he felt stabbed by these unfair words, "the woman named Umbridge punished me for confinement because I told her the truth about the mystery. ”

“Well, you can go straight to her and ask her to let you go on Friday!” Angelina said emotionally, “I don't care what you do, if you want, tell her the mystery is imagined by you, just to make sure you're there! ”

After that, she turned around and left Harry alone standing in place.

Three second-year girls walked out of the library and immediately shrunk to the corner of the wall, avoiding him from a distance.

Like that, it seems like Harry would go up and bite them hard. Harry really has this urge...

He sighed and thought Umbridge was unlikely to let himself go, but it would be better to try.

Angelina's right, he can't miss Friday's team selection, and Quidditch is his only fun.

In that case, he better get to Umbridge's office early and make a good impression on her.

Harry turned around and walked towards Umbridge's office.

He knocked on the door and only heard a sweet, boring voice shouting: “Come in. ”

Harry walked in carefully and looked around.

Harry was familiar with the office when the first few owners lived here.

In the days of Gidro Lockhart's residence, there were pictures of himself smiling everywhere on the wall.

Every time Lupin comes in and looks for him, he may encounter a very interesting evil animal, locked in a cage or box.

Sirius is filled with interesting arrogant props and delicious candy.

And when the fake Moody lived here, the room was filled with all kinds of equipment and handicrafts to detect other people's misconduct and hiding places, but they were all damaged. When the really crazy guy came back, he threw them all away and replaced them again.

Now Harry can hardly recognize this room at all.

Everything is covered with a wrapper and tablecloth with laces and several vases filled with dried flowers, each on a separate small mat, a set of decorative plates hung on one wall, each with a brightly colored large cat and a different bow around each neck.

To be honest, these things are disgusting!

Harry was so frightened, he stared at them stubbornly until Professor Umbridge spoke...