Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Evan also gained friendship from Gryffindor after he received the magic stone to remain in the Horseman tribe three years ago.

That magic stone has been stored in the Horseman tribe for centuries, long enough to be endowed with immense extraordinary significance by the horses, a sacred existence comparable to the beliefs of the stars and ancestors.

As the current owner of the Magic Stone, Ivan naturally has a high status in the Horseman tribe and even surpasses Dumbledore.

Especially since he merged the magic stones into one, the fall of horses and evil gods in that year has been a disgrace to this Horseman tribe.

Ivan wondered, however, that even if he had come forward, the horses would not have agreed to Hagrid's request.

Hagrid's relationship with the horses is good enough, but raising a giant with considerable destructive power in the forbidden forest is actually a very crazy move, and the horses who view the entire forbidden forest as their private land are even more stubbornly desperate, insisting that tradition should not be changed.

Thinking about the grumpy Margaret and the other guys, Ivan sighed deeply.

“Hard to imagine he was really going to bring that big guy back, and I was hoping Hagrid would give up! ”

“Yeah, a giant, I bet, will see him standing on the tower of the castle.” Ron said, suddenly smiling, "It's not bad, is it? Imagine Umbridge opening her window, greeting her with a giant ugly face and a horrible roar, and I bet she'd be scared to cry. ”

“This is not a joke! Hermione harshly said," Hagrid will be fired if someone else finds the Titans, even involving the principal and others, and we must keep the Titans' secrets. Evan, are you going to help him? ”

“Try it, but those horses are the stubbornest creatures I've ever seen, and they don't necessarily work.” Ivan said.

“Well, I'm going out!” Harry said, "Hedwig needs medical attention, and I'll go get Professor Grappland. ”

“Wait, let Dobby take care of the elves.” Ivan said, stopping Harry, "you're easily suspected of going out with Hedwig, and I need to send a letter to the horses, tell them about it, hear their opinions. ”

It's a lot safer and more convenient to have Elvish messengers than owls, and Dobby is happy to accept the task.

He even talked to everyone about what was going on in the kitchen. Despite Hermione's efforts, everything was the same. The only change was probably that Shiny had gotten worse. Shiny had completely collapsed since Mr. Crouch was murdered and little Buddy had been sucked out of his soul!

She doesn't do anything now, she drinks every day, she becomes a loser in the family to raise the elves, and it's harder for the elves to accept than this heterosexual.

Now, only Dobby took care of her by herself, and on several occasions hid her in a house where she could be asked for help.

“What do we have to do about flashing?” Hermione said, watching Dobby disappear in front of herself with Hedwig, "I think with a little more love, she'll be fine, look at Cliche, and he's a good example. ”

“Cliche doesn't get better because of love.” Ron said, "And he's just being friendly with the three of you now. ”

“Well, maybe we could take a glimpse in front of Mr. Crouch's tombstone and make her feel better.” Hermione thought carefully about it, "Does anyone know where he ended up buried? ”

That's when Angelina walked in disillusioned and Fred and George followed her.

“No Quiddich training left.” She said empty-handedly, "Not this week, and probably not next week. ”

“But I've been restraining myself for a few days!” Harry said, looking shocked, "I didn't say anything to her, I swear! ”

“I know, I know,” Angelina said painfully, "the other three college teams were approved for reorganization, and we were just looking for her, and she just said she had to think about it, which might take a while. ”

“Consider what?” Ron said outrageously, "Why wouldn't she approve of Slytherin? ”

For a while, everyone can imagine how much Umbridge likes to use the Griffindor Quidditch team as a threat to their heads.

Of course she doesn't want to give up this weapon prematurely, which is much more useful than confinement!

“Forget it!” Hermione said, "On the bright side, at least you two have time to write Snape's article! ”

“Is that a good side?” Harry snatched White, and Ron looked at Hermione incredibly, "sounded just as bad as helping Flash find Mr. Crouch's burial home, without Quidditch training, and the magic lesson punished him for his homework! ”

He fell to his chair and reluctantly picked up his pen to continue completing his thesis on magic.

“Hermione is right, and it's not entirely a bad thing, so I think there's time for fighting training, at least for Gryffindor!” Ivan said, "We can start as soon as possible. How about tomorrow night? ”

“I have no problem with that!” Harry said immediately that it would make him feel better.

At the very least, they are resisting Umbridge and the Ministry of Magic, which seems to be his only trustee at the moment.

“We don't have a problem. If we don't start, I'll forget everything I've learned!” Fred said.

“Yeah, you know, there's so much waiting for us to do every day.” George agreed.

“Well, go and inform the others tomorrow, and if you have time, ask them to finish their dinner and move on to the Eighth Floor Must-Sees.” Ivan said, "Me and Hermione are ready, a formal training ground and everything. ”

The rest of the night, Ivan, they were all talking about Hagrid and Glop.

Harry's magic lesson homework had not progressed much, he had difficulty concentrating his thoughts, and the house was making a scene: after countless attempts, Fred and George had finally refined a quick-impact escape candy and were demonstrating it to a crowd that was cheering.

George was sipping, holding a tablet recording the order, Fred bit the orange yellow end, immediately vomited in a large mouth, spit in the bucket in front of him, then swallowed the purple end, and vomiting stopped immediately.

After a while, Lee Jordan lazily emptied the vomit with a vanishing spell.

Vomiting and cheering, people ordered from Fred and George, and Harry simply couldn't concentrate on the right formula for thinking and writing enhancers.

Like him, Hermione has been grinning, not even talking about giants!

“Aren't you going to stop them?” Ivan asked Hermione, who was very unfamiliar with Fred and George's experiments.

She had threatened to tell Mrs. Weasley, but only to say the same thing.