Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

While the selection competition was underway at the venue, Harry accepted his last confinement in Umbridge, and he kept writing on parchment “I can't lie”, hoping it would be the last time this woman had been confined.

Umbridge had just told him that she had re-ordered the new black feather pen, which would arrive next week.

The underlying phrase of this sentence is that if Harry made a mistake again, it would not be as simple as writing a sentence, she would not hesitate to punish Harry with the kind of bloody punishment he had before, Harry didn't care, he made up his mind, he would not refuse to tell the truth because of the threat.

But as Ivan said, there is no need to argue with her, and this woman is simply hopeless.

Umbridge is now fully committed to evaluating the professors and has no work to do with Ivan, Harry or any of them.

One week had been enough to give her a sense of the general situation, and she was somewhat disappointed that no professor, apart from Castle Administrator Felch, had ever volunteered for her or expressed support for her reform.

Throughout Hogwarts Iron Plate, everyone supported Dumbledore and they seemed to despise her assessment and the rigour of the Ministry of Witchcraft.

Umbridge was determined to expel a professor as soon as possible so that he could build his credibility.

And she has a new plan, Lucius Malfoy and some pureblood wizard families took the initiative to contact her earlier today. They are interested in her status as a senior investigator and hope that she can do something to get rid of Dumbledore as soon as possible...

She has no supporters in this castle, but the strength behind her is not comparable to this school of magic.

If it was a war, she was confident that she would win the final battle.

Harry saw Umbridge ignoring himself and took a chance to look out the window.

He can see the Gryffindor Quidditch players flying around the field from afar, standing under three tall goalposts with more than a dozen dark figures, apparently waiting to be the goalkeeper.

Because it's too far away to see which one is Ron.

Harry wrote a few more sentences, pretending to move to the table, and he could hear Umbridge's quill writing.

He looked up again, and now he doesn't know who the defensive pole is, and he's doing terrible.

Within seconds of Harry's courageous peek, Katie Bell scored two goals in a row.

He glanced down and read less than one-fifth of the long parchment, hoping the goalie wasn't Ron.

And so Harry wrote, "I can't lie," and he looked up for seconds.

He saw a goalie save all the balls, a cheer burst out on the field, even the castle was hidden, Harry wasn't sure if it was Ron, because the guy was doing great!

With the knowledge he's been giving Ron these past few days, Ron has had a little difficulty trying to do this.

So, the sky faded, Harry couldn't see anything, and his parchment was full of the phrase "I can't lie”, his wrists were sore, and he didn't have the strength to write anymore.

“Mr. Potter, I hope you can remember that if there were another time, it wouldn't be that simple!” Umbridge whispered softly, walking over and taking the parchment from Harry.

Harry and her short, ring-wearing hand touched him and suddenly felt a burning pain, the scar on his forehead hurting.

At the same time, somewhere in his upper abdomen he had a very different feeling.

Harry awoke immediately and stared straight at her.

And she looked at him, and the smile on her face made that bubbly wide mouth huge.

“All right, Mr. Potter, you can go!” Umbridge said Harry's anomaly was not found.

Harry picked up his bag and left the room as soon as possible, his heart pounding quickly.

His scar hasn't hurt in a long time, and Ivan said his scar can only be related to Voldemort.

Harry suddenly had some horrible thoughts in his mind, and he remained calm, walking up the stairs three steps at a time and two steps at a time, saying to himself, "Stay calm, not necessarily what you think.

Anyway, he has to talk to Ivan and tell him about it as soon as possible.

“Mibu Mibu!” Harry panted to tell Mrs. Fatty that the portrait was open again.

He stood still and was greeted by a noise.

Ron ran towards him with a smile on his face, a tall glass in his hand and butter beer all over his chest.

“Harry, I did it. I'm in. I'm the goalkeeper!” Ron had a cry in his voice.

“What? Oh, great!” Harry said, trying to make himself laugh a little bit more naturally, and his heart was still pounding.

“Drink some butter beer!” Ronsee gave him a bottle, “I can't believe it...”

“Where's Ivan?” Harry asked in haste.

“Oh, there he is, with Hermione in everything.” Ron said it looked a little overwhelmed and didn't notice Harry's tone, "I was selected and Ivan's astrolabe was successfully produced. Gryffindor is at the door today, and we will definitely win the Quidditch Trophy this year. ”

“Yeah, we're gonna win.” Harry looked up and saw Ivan and Hermione sitting on the sofa by the stove fire, Ivan holding a cardboard in his arms, looking down and quickly writing something on it, Hermione lay asleep beside him, and the glass in his hand twisted to the side, spilling out his eyes.

Harry wanted to go, but he and Ron were surrounded by Ravind and a bunch of girls, and everyone was happy.

“Harry, you're back!” Angelina and Katie came over, “we had a new goalie. ”

“Come on, Ron, look at Oliver's old robe. You're not fit. Oliver gave it to me when he graduated, and I just flipped it out.” Katie smiled and said, "We can take his name off and replace it with yours, he'll agree, we can write to him and tell him about it. ”

Ron walked over and Angelina walked in front of Harry.

“I'm sorry I was a little rough on you earlier, Porter.” She suddenly said, having a couple of butter beers, "When a boss is under too much pressure, you know, sometimes I feel like I'm a little behind Wood. ”

Her eyes crossed the edge of the tall glass, looking at Ron and slightly frowning.

“Well, I know he's your best friend, but I can clearly say he's not the best!” She said frankly, "I picked him out in front of you and Fred and George, and I think with some training, he should be fine, and he's had a bunch of great Quidditch players at home. To be honest, I hope he will be more talented in the future than he is today. The Frobisher brothers and Jeffrey Hooper both flew better than him tonight, but Hooper hummed and complained endlessly about some of the garlic stuff, and Vicki and Vinnie had too much social activity, and they themselves admitted that they couldn't even attend team training. Anyway, we have a training session tomorrow at 2: 00 p.m. for the first time this semester, and this time you have to go with your crossbow. We can also test Ivan's asterisk and compare it to a rocket. By the way, there's one more thing I need you to do to help Ron as much as you can, okay? ”

Harry nodded and Angelina slowly walked back to find Alia.