Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The Hogwarts Magic is gradually unfolding, not as a single story, but as a whole series.

The Phoenix Society has also published some insignificant information in the newspapers, and there is growing evidence that Voldemort has indeed returned.

Public opinion began to deflect towards them, and newspapers were increasingly subscribed.

At the same time, subscriptions to the Daily Prophet continue to be low.

People don't want to order a lying newspaper, no matter how old it is, when it loses its credibility, it loses its vitality.

With the fermentation of public opinion, protests against Fuji and the Ministry of Magic have become more and more uncontrollable.

Like the magic world, the situation inside Hogwarts Castle is becoming increasingly chaotic.

Everyone was talking about it, and nobody was looking at Umbridge's education order.

Under the circumstances, Harry was in a good mood.

This is one of the few good things that has happened since Quidditch was banned and the increasingly painful cerebral occlusion course.

Autumn chased him up as he rushed to Transformation class.

He hasn't figured out what's going on, and he's already got her hand.

Autumn whispered in Harry's ear, "Sorry, Harry, that interview was so brave, I cried after reading it. ”

Harry was sorry to hear that she had shed more tears for it, but he was glad that they were back to normal.

More than happy, she kissed him quickly and ran away.

It was incredible that he had just come to the doorstep of the Transformation class and had another equally delightful encounter.

Seymour came out of the team to greet him, the first time he talked after two people argued from the semester.

“I want to say!” He looked at Harry's left knee and said, "I believe you, I sent a newspaper to my mom. ”

If anything else is needed to make happiness more complete, it is Malfoy, Krabs and Gore's reaction.

All three of their fathers were accused of being dead eaters. In the classroom, they looked at Harry with hatred and kept turning back. Gore threatened to squeak his fingers and Malfoy whispered something to Crabb, clearly malicious.

But they can't help it. They're in a bad position.

They can't even stand up against Ivan and Harry because they can't admit they read that article!

Umbridge did mess up, Monday night in solitary confinement with no punishment, and she actually bought Ivan and Elaine tea.

She separated them and asked Ivan to be in her office by 5: 00, Elaine by 6: 00.

Everyone only has an hour, what does she really want to do?!

Umbridge's office remains the same, with the only change being the broomstick tied to the wall, Harry's crossbow and the asterisk of Ivan's research, a large, sturdy iron bolt nailed to the wall behind the table, the flying broomstick tied to the iron bolt and locked.

Ivan also saw the wand, nominally his wand, locked in a microchain.

Umbridge probably took them as trophies and hung them on the wall.

“Good evening, Mr. Mason!” As Ivan went in, she was writing with her head down, instead of looking at Ivan, pointing to a chair and saying briefly and hard, "Sit down, we need to talk. We had a conversation at the beginning of the semester, but it was obviously not pleasant to communicate, because there were things that were getting bigger and bigger between us, and now it was time to solve these contradictions, and it was no good for anyone to continue to stall. ”

“Yes, Professor, I agree with you! ”

Ivan sat down and looked at Umbridge amazingly, what does she mean, do you want to make up?!

Because the Hogwarts Magic lets her know the truth and is ready to throw it away?!

This could never have happened to Umbridge, even if she had taken the wrong medicine.

Since it is not a courtship, there must be some conspiracy!

Ivan measured Umbridge to see what new plans she had.

She writes something down, and in the plate on her head, several ugly cats are jumping around.

These cats aren't easy, they're surveillance magic.

“Well, finally done!” Umbridge said she put down her feather pen and looked like a toad about to swallow a delicious, juicy fly, “this is a report for the Minister, and I think it's necessary to take some special measures during the special period to make the reform more thorough, by the way, what would you like to drink? ”

“Thank you, no thanks!” Ivan said Umbridge's attitude was so strange!

“Come on, I wish you could join me for a drink.” Umbridge had an ugly smile on his face and said in a frightening and delightful tone, "Do you want tea, coffee, orange juice or pumpkin juice? ”

She waved her wand gently as she spoke of each drink.

Teacups or glasses filled with drinks appear on her desk with prepared liquid.

Evan suddenly, it turns out these drinks are wrong, this guy is not going to poison him?!

“Well, Professor, give me some tea.” He said softly, keeping an eye on Umbridge.

Umbridge stood up and pretended to turn his back on him with some milk.

Then she walked around the table with tea and had a grin on her face that was both insidious and friendly.

“Here!” she said, passing the tea to Ivan. "Drink it while it's hot, okay? I think we should talk after all these unfortunate events. ”

Ivan didn't talk, stared at the teacup in front of him, and didn't see what was in it.

Umbridge returned to her seat and waited. After a while of silence, she said softly, "You haven't had a drink yet! ”

Unless there's something wrong with your head, you'll drink something that you know is wrong.

Ivan pretended to lift the cup to his lips and suddenly dropped it again, Umbridge looking at him nervously.

“What's the matter? Umbridge said," Still staring at Ivan, "do you want sugar? ”

“Come on, I like something sweeter, thanks! Ivan said to put the teacup on the table.

While Umbridge was up, the wand slid down into his sleeve-covered right hand, a confusion curse.

Umbridge stopped and his head fainted, during which time Ivan quickly replaced the drinks in the cup.

“How many spoonfuls of sugar do you want?” Umbridge asked and found nothing.

“One spoon is enough!” Evan said, watching white sugar dissolve and disappear in cloudy tea.

He took it up and drank a small bite, it was so sweet, not the flavour he liked...