Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

A moment of silence, Hagrid stared at Umbridge with his newly revealed eyes, and he seemed to wonder how to answer that question.

Ivan, Sirius told Hagrid about it earlier, and he hoped Hagrid would remember it.

They went to Boosbatons to communicate, not to mention the giants, not to mention the discrepancies in the information they gave to the Ministry of Magic.

Because of too much focus on Hagrid's answers, Ivan had a weak hand and Hermione flipped her body over.

She knocked Ivan over, sat on him, and started licking his face hard.

Hagrid's cooking iron pot wobbled for a moment, making a loud collision sound.

This voice woke Hagrid up violently and seemed to know how to answer Umbridge!

“We were in Boothbaden, invited by Nicole LeMay, and, you know, Ivan was his student, and his alchemy was the best in the world, and Dumbledore wanted Ivando to learn something from him.” Hagrid said with no breath, as if to put the whole story behind him, "The International Alchemy Congress, held every 10 years, is about to begin, the one held in Cairo, Ivan might attend, Dumbledore was once awarded the Pioneering Contribution Gold Award, he was a student at the time, but this was a big shock, they only awarded the best alchemists, we haven't won any awards since...”

Neither did Ivan resist in the iron pot, leaving Hermione to lick herself and move around on his own.

He had to admit that Hagrid was talented at bullshit, but just a little more natural on the face.

He looks like this now, and whoever looks at it knows he's talking nonsense.

Soon Hermione reacted to what she was doing, her body stiffened and blushed from head to foot.

In the blink of an eye, a white cat turns into a pink cat!

Ivan doesn't have any worries. Since Hermione doesn't have the strength, it's time to fight back!

He pushed his waist so hard to break Hermione off and pounded her straight into the motion he had just made.

Hermione is too shy about this kind of thing to be her opponent.

The big iron pot kept shaking, and the two men tore hard inside, and Umbridge weighed Hagrid up and down.

“Mason was invited. Why did you follow him to Boothbaton? ”

“Ah, the god charming horses I was talking about, the big animals, they were raised by Busbaton, a few sick, anorexic, they wanted me to go and take care of them for a while.” Hagrid said, "I am very good at caring for animals, dealing with them often, and riding those horses feels really good, big and white...”

“And where did you go? After the Boothbatons vacation?” Umbridge interrupted him again.

“Then I went to the sanatorium!” He said he seemed very fortunate to find this excuse.

“Rehab?!” Umbridge said, measuring Hagrid's bloody swollen face.

In silence, dragon blood slowly dripped onto his fur vest.

“Tsk, I can see that. ”

“Yeah.” Hagrid hastily said, "Enjoy some fresh air, you know...”

“Must be hard for a hunting guard to breathe fresh air?” Umbridge said kindly.

Hagrid's face didn't have that little piece of blue-purple skin turning red, “Well, change of scenery, you know...”

“Is it alpine scenery?” Umbridge said immediately.

Evan stopped so hard, did she know they were going to the Giant Tribe?!

Sirius said that the Ministry of Magic also had ears and eyes abroad and that they were watching everyone associated with Dumbledore.

Umbridge must have known that they hadn't stayed in Boosbaton long enough, and that Sicily was in such a big situation that volcanoes erupted, magic surged, giant warfare, and not long ago in the Ministry of Magic, Ivan saw that intelligence appeared in the Aurora office, didn't they find something?!

In the iron pot, Hermione pushed Evan aside while he stopped.

She rubbed her face with her little paws and wiped the water off her face. This time she didn't jump over.

But this iron pot is so big, Umbridge is outside, she can't run out either.

It's impossible for them to stay here and sit still. It's not a cat.

Hermione looked at Hagrid and Umbridge, looked at Ivan again, seemed to figure it out, and the next second he just jumped right up.

With so much space, you can't get away with it anyway. Instead of letting Ivan ride up and bully himself, you might as well bully Ivan in the past.

Ivan didn't dare to really push, he was quickly overwhelmed by Hermione...

“Alpine?” Hagrid repeated, obviously trying to brainstorm, "No, it's the south of France, and I went straight there after I left Busbaton, where I spent the whole summer and after school, the sun and the sea, no high mountains. ”

“Really?” Umbridge said, "So you didn't get much tanning? ”

“Ah! It's skin sensitive.” Hagrid wanted to make a nice smile.

But he dropped two teeth in his mouth, which looked even more anachronistic.

Umbridge looked at him coldly and his smile couldn't hold.

“Okay!” she pulled her purse into the arm bend and pulled, "naturally I'll report you back to the minister so late. ”

“Yes.” Hagrid nodded, hoping she'd leave soon.

“By the way, you should also know that as a Senior Investigation Palace, I have an unfortunate but necessary task of investigating the teaching of other teachers, so I dare say we will meet again soon, you will start class next week, right? ”

“What?!” Hagrid didn't answer her question, looked at each other stunned and asked, “You're going to investigate us! ”

“Yes!” Umbridge smiled on his face, her hands resting on the door handle, looking back at him, softly saying, "The Minister is determined to clear the disqualified teachers, Hagrid, good night and take care of your pets! ”

She went out, slammed the door, and the room was quiet for a while.

When she was sure she was gone, Ivan and Hermione climbed out of the iron pot, and Harry and Ron ripped off their cloaks.

“That was really close, Evan, Hermione, you two?” Hagrid looked at them both.

“It's Animagus deformation that Hermione and I have, but don't tell anyone about it without registering with the Ministry of Magic.” Ivan said, seeing Hermione's face staring red at herself, thinking about what two people had just done...

He doesn't mind Hermione licking his body, it's a cat and nothing.

I don't mind Hermione's saliva, no matter what the water is.

I don't know if it's psychological, but Ivan thinks Hermione is tempting.

He had just licked her all the way from top to bottom, and of course, Hermione didn't ask nicely, and he fought back.

It has to be said that they were very successful as kittens, not even the highly skeptical Umbridge.

That's how the two cats are put together. If anyone doesn't believe me, you can try it in an iron pot with a kitten and you'll know how normal Ivan and Hermione were. Believe me, this is what the two cats are doing together...