Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Oh, you three are back. How's the training going?” Half an hour later, Ivan, Harry and Ron drilled into the Gryffindor Public Lounge from the portrait hole and Hermione asked coldly, with a thick book in front of her.

“Totally fucked up.” Ron sounded hollow, sitting on the sofa with a stunned look in his eyes.

Ivan gave Hermione a look, and she seemed to understand something, with a slightly less calm attitude.

“It's okay, this is your first time in training.” She consoled, "It must take time...”

“Who says I screwed up my training?” Ron didn't mean to ask.

“Nobody!” Hermione said, looking surprised, “I thought...”

“Do you think I'm doomed to be a piece of shit? ”

“No, of course not! Look, you said the training was screwed up, so I just...”

“Incredibly, I'm going to do my homework.” Ron said furiously.

He walked heavily towards the staircase leading to the boys' dormitory and his body flashed away.

“What the hell is going on?” Hermione turns to Ivan and Harry, "did he screw up? ”

“No.” Harry replied immediately, faithfully defending his friends.

Hermione raised her eyebrows, obviously not believing, and her eyes turned to Ivan.

“He's just too nervous and needs to adapt.” Ivan said.

“Yeah, I think he could do better.” Harry murmured, "This is just my first training...”

Ron didn't show up for dinner either.

Despite Ron's absence, Ivan, Harry and Hermione were not talking about it. As you all know, he must be thinking in his head about his terrible performance in Quidditch training, and he himself has a hard time getting the "Gryffindor lost miserably” song out of his head.

On Sunday, for the first time since the beginning of their new semester, Evan studied magic on Harry, Hermione, and Ginny, with a modest increase in numbers, Colin, Neville, and a few Kates in the first grade also joined in, and this primary learning was also a basic spell.

Fred and George they didn't come and Ron didn't show up.

The magic exercises lasted only about two hours, and after a brief exercise of coma spells, obstacle spells, things were grassy.

Nobody seems to think about it, Harry, and they think about their homework, and nobody seems to complete it except Hermione, and everyone else thinks about the outside field, and enjoying it may be the last bit of sunshine this year.

At lunch, Ron finally walked out of his bedroom, which seemed to be over and he was back to normal.

Perhaps, he may be hungry, and there is no need to starve himself to death because Quiddich's training did not perform well.

After lunch, Ivan and Hermione went for a walk, and Harry and Ron stayed in the public lounge and buried their books.

The Quiddich team from the other three colleges also trained on the grounds, and Ivan and Hermione stood for a while and walked to Hagrid's cabin on the edge of the forbidden forest.

Hagrid hasn't come back, and I don't know where he is yet.

Even now, Hermione thinks it's too impulsive for Hagrid to bring back a giant who could be in any danger on the road.

In addition, they saw Professor Grappland's tree pot.

They gather in a carefully prepared tree, incessantly, and these magical creatures are the protectors of the tree, living only on the wand tree.

One of them looks like a wooden elf, each with brown, creepy legs and arms, two branchy fingers on each hand, and two rounded brown eyes glittering on each flat, bark-like funny face.

Two people teased the tree pot for a while, Hermione decided to go back and modify her sketch, and she didn't paint well in a few places.

Inside the common lounge, Harry and Ron curled up by the fireplace, looking extraordinarily difficult and tedious.

“How's it going out there?” Harry said to Ivan, looking out the window into the blue sky.

“It's a beautiful day. Everyone's playing outside. Where's your homework? ”

“Hey, no progress, we should really do as much homework as we normally do.” Harry sighed, and he was bitterly dealing with Professor Sinister's paper, which was about many satellites on Jupiter.

Ron, for his part, wrote a long paper on non-animal summoning spells arranged by Professor McGonagall, and he tried to refer to it in the one that Harry had already completed.

But to be honest, there's no point in borrowing, so I'd rather go over the textbooks.

“Yeah!” Ron said rubbing his slightly congested eyes and throwing the fifth piece of obsolete parchment into the stove fire next to him, "Ivan, do you think I could ask Hermione if we could take a look at her paper? ”

“I don't think she'll agree!” Ivan said, taking out a magic book at random.

Hermione modified her tree pan sketch and chatted happily with Ginny as Crooked Mountain curled over her legs.

Three people calmed down again, and Ivan immersed himself in this magical discourse on the release of energy from the amassing of magic.

Unlike the cumbersome magic spell and use technique, this spell discards other effects, turns magic directly into energy, and causes damage to the target hit. It is an interesting research direction, more suited to Ivan's current situation.

Instead of trying to use any spell in battle, inflicting damage directly on the enemy with magic can greatly reduce the duration of the infliction.

And Ivan's magic is strong, and he can muster far more energy than anyone else.

Next to Evan, Harry and Ron continue to think, write, and do their homework.

The sky outside the window grew darker and darker, and gradually the people in the public lounge began to become scarce again.

At 11: 30, Hermione walked towards them in arrears after there was no one else in the public lounge.

She sat next to Evan and looked at the book in his hand, knowing that it had been taken from the Blake Family Library.

Led by Ivan, she is now reading these magic books as well.

Hermione hesitated for a while and turned around and looked at Ron, trying to say, "It's bedtime, you're almost done with your homework, right? ”

“No.” Ron said in disgust.

“Well, Jupiter's biggest satellite is Io, not Io!” She came from behind Ron, pointing to a line in his astronomy paper, and said, "And there should be a volcano by Io. ”

“Thank you,” Ron murmured, reclassifying the wrong sentence.

“I'm sorry, I'm just...” Hermione seems to want to apologize for what happened yesterday in Quidditch.

“Yeah, if you just come here to pick the shit out of it! ”

“You know, I'm not, I... God, Sirius!” Hermione shouted in surprise at Sirius' head as it suddenly appeared in the fireplace's flames.