Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Because it's only half an hour away from dinner time, courses of other ages are not over yet.

Soon, all fifth grade students will be outside the castle breathing fresh air or preparing for the party tonight.

Unlike 5th grade excitement, 7th grade students are somewhat sad, the air is full of reluctance to part, they use their last time to go to Hogwarts to memorialize, after all, many people may never have a chance to go back to school for the rest of their lives.

Several first-grade students rushed by Ivan and Hermione to rejoice in the upcoming carnival.

Anyway, over the past year, Hogwarts and Griffindor haven't had much to be happy about because of Umbridge's intervention. Everyone's nervousness was so tight that they needed to relax.

When there were only Ivan and Hermione left, Hermione stopped the finishing touches at hand.

“When are you leaving?” She couldn't bear to ask,

“I guess I'll leave the morning after tomorrow, and Dumbledore helped me apply for a special flying network, and I can go directly to the Cairo Explorer's Hotel through the school fireplace.” Evan said, "Put the exams in order by category," I booked a room there. ”

“I want to go with you! ”

“I've talked to you about this before, there's only one invitation, Hermione, don't worry! ”

“But just you, I'm still a little worried...”

“It's not like I've never been to Egypt.” Evan said softly, "Voldemort's not there either, it's gonna be fine! ”

He held Hermione in his arms and whispered together, and Ivan promised that he would look for Hermione when he returned.

As last year, after Harry left his aunt and uncle's house, they should be spending the summer at the Phoenix headquarters at 12 Grimo Square this year.

By then, everyone will be gathered there, including Elaine.

Under the current circumstances, Harry's security concerns remain a top priority.

After Dumbledore had an open conversation with them, Harry also understood why he had to return to the Desirees.

He's not so angry now, and Voldemort doesn't invade his mind anymore.

Sirius has no assignment for the time being. He doesn't have to run around with Ivan. He said the other day he would go talk to the Desirees about Harry and live in that Muggles house if possible.

Though Dumbledore disagreed with him, Harry shouldn't be too sad this summer.

You know, until now, the Desirees thought Sirius was a wanted escapee who had killed people.

Speaking of fugitives, the magic panic soon spread to the world of Muggles.

This summer vacation is not meant to be peaceful!

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Just as Ivan finished his exam and was preparing to travel to Egypt for the International Alchemy Congress, a group of unwelcome guests arrived at the British Prime Minister's office.

It was almost midnight and the Prime Minister sat alone in his office reading a long memorandum.

But his mind was blank and he had no idea what it meant.

Waiting for a call from a leader from a distant Eastern country, he wondered whether that unlucky guy would call, while restraining many unpleasant memories of this long and tiring week.

The world is getting really messy today, and Britain is facing unprecedented challenges.

The more the Prime Minister wanted to concentrate on reading the text on the paper in front of him, the clearer he saw the face of one of his political enemies, who appeared in the news that day, not only listing all the horrendous accidents that had occurred in recent times, but also beginning with a thorough analysis that every accident had been caused by the fault of the Government.

Apart from being unfavorable, the Prime Minister may not be able to find other terms to describe his current situation.

The economy continues to be in a slump, with frequent terrorist attacks and terrible natural disasters, and larger demonstrations are said to be brewing.

Continue like this, I'm afraid he won't have to end this vacation, he's going to end his reign...

But in the face of the current situation, the first thing is that we have no idea what to do.

When he thought of those accusations, the pulse accelerated because they were unjust and factually inconsistent.

Imagine how his government could have stopped the bridge from collapsing.

It is intolerable to note that the Government has not invested enough in bridge construction. Less than a decade after the bridge was built, the best experts could not explain how it was suddenly broken into two neat pieces and more than a dozen cars fell into the deep river below.

In addition, it has been argued that the lack of police capacity has led to the occurrence of those two heinous murders, which are spreading, and that the Government should have foreseen the strange hurricane in the west, which caused enormous damage to people's lives and property.

Also, was it his fault that one of his assistant ministers, Herbert Jolley, had handed him his resignation instead of acting weird this week, saying that he was going to spend more time with his family?

“There's a panic all over the country.” The opposition concluded in such a way that it hardly concealed the smile of pride on his face.

Unfortunately, that is true.

The Prime Minister himself felt that the country was in a bit of a panic and that people seemed more alarmed than usual.

Even the weather was unsatisfactory, and in early June, London had a cold fog and no sunshine.

This is very wrong, very unusual...

Turning first to the second page of the aide-memoire, I discovered that the rest was still long, knowing that it was impossible to read it through, and then gave up.

He stretched his arms over his head and depressedly measured his office.

This is a very classy room with a beautiful marble fireplace facing a long frame window that is tightly closed and blocks the unseasonable fog outside.

The prime minister fought a slight cold battle and stood up in front of the window, looking out at the thin mist of the windowsill.

As he stood there with his back to the room, he heard a gentle cough coming from behind him.

He was frozen, with his own frightened face in the dark windows.

He was familiar with the cough, which he had heard before, and he slowly turned around and faced an empty room.

“Hello?” he said, trying to make his voice sound brave.

At that moment, he knew it was impossible, but he was still secretly hoping that no one would say yes.

However, a voice immediately responded, crisp and decisive, as if reading a prepared statement.

When the Prime Minister heard the first cough, he knew that the voice came from the little man with the long silver wig, who looked like a frog, who was on a dirty little oil painting in the corner of the room.

“To the Prime Minister of Muggua, for an urgent meeting, please respond immediately. You're faithful, Foggy.” The man in the painting looked at the Prime Minister questionably.

“Hmm!” the Prime Minister said, trying to make the voice sound smooth, "Listen, this is not the right time for me, I'm waiting for a phone call, a leader of a very important country...”

“That could be rescheduled.” The portrait says without hesitation.

The Prime Minister's heart sinks, and that's what he's worried about.

“But I do want to talk to him...”

“We'll send someone to forget about the call, and he'll call back tomorrow night.” The little man said, "Please respond immediately to Mr. Fookie. ”

“I, oh, okay, okay!” The Prime Minister had no choice but to say, "Okay, I'll see Foggy. ”

He hurried to the desk, straightening his tie to make himself look more formal. He had just sat down and adjusted his facial expression as easily and comfortably as he hoped, and suddenly a bright green flame appeared in the empty furnace fence below the marble fireplace...