Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Although it was late, Mrs. Weasley was not alone.

Behind her, a young witch was sitting at the table with a large cup of tea in her hands.

Her heart shaped face looked a little pale and her hair was taupe brown.

“Hello, Professor.” Tanks hastily said, "And you three little guys. ”

“Hello, Tanks.” Three people say hello to her.

To be honest, Tanks doesn't look very good.

Her face was gloomy, even morbid, and her smile bore some barbaric ingredients.

Also, her hair is no longer the usual bubble gum-like pink color, which undoubtedly makes her look a lot less pale.

Whoever it is can tell, Tanks must have been experiencing something bad lately.

“How was your summer vacation? Ivan, I saw it in the newspaper. You're making a lot of noise in Egypt. They say you defeated an ancient demon...”

“It's not a defeat. It's just a little trick. I'll tell you what's going on with you. ”

“I'm fine, I'm just tired, so what, I have to go.” She hastily said, seemingly reluctant to expand on this topic, getting up and wrapping a cloak around her shoulder, "thank you for the tea, thank you for the comfort, Molly. ”

“Are you sure you're all right?” Hermione asked worried, "You're in a bad state. ”

“No, you guys are busy...”

“Please don't leave for my sake.” Dumbledore said with humility and courtesy, "I can't stay long, I have some important matters to take care of. ”

“No, no, I do have to go.” Tanks avoided everyone's eyes and said, "Good night, gentlemen. ”

“Darling, come to dinner on the weekend, Rhymes and the crazy eyeballs are here...”

“No, Molly, really, no, thank you very much. Good night to all of you. ”

Tanks hurriedly walked into the yard from a few people, down several steps, turned around and disappeared.

“Well, I have to go, too. I'll see you in Hogwarts on September 1st.” Dumbledore said, "You three, take good care of yourself. Molly, if you need anything. ”

He bowed to Mrs. Weasley, followed closely behind Tanks, and disappeared in the same place.

There was no one in the courtyard, Mrs. Weasley sighed and closed the door. He led Ivan, Harry and Hermione under the light of the lamp on the table, hugging the three of them one by one, carefully detailing what everyone looked like.

“I let Ron and Ginny go to bed, they've been waiting here.” She said, measuring them up and down, "Hermione, you don't look much different, but you're a big girl now, much prettier than before. Evan and Harry, you two are like Ron, as if you were under an elongation spell. I bet he's grown a whole four inches since I last bought Ron a school robe. By the way, are you hungry? ”

“Yeah, hungry.” Harry said he didn't eat anything at dinner.

Ivan and Hermione nodded, and after all this time, they were also a little hungry.

“Sit down, darling, I'll get you something to eat.” Mrs. Weasley said.

As soon as they sat down, Crookshanks jumped onto Hermione's lap and snored on his lap.

“Here you are, Crookshanks.” Hermione scratched Crookshanks' ear root.

“A few hours ago, it showed up with your ceremony, and Hedwig, and Ron had taken it back to the house with the piglets.” Mrs. Weasley said knocking on a large iron pot with a wand.

When the iron pan jumped onto the stove, it immediately started to roll and bubble.

“Ron wanted to wait a while, but it was too late. I thought you weren't coming, so get him to bed.” She said, "By the way, Ivan, Nifatora was right. It's been all about you in the papers lately, and they say you did all those dangerous things in Egypt, and all sorts of news is ridiculous. You didn't fight a demon, did you? ”

“No,” Ivan said immediately, not wanting Mrs. Weasley to worry, "I did not fight it, but found the authority to control it. ”

“I guess that's it, that newspaper is now completely depraved, lying, but they used to be.” Lady Weasley said, "They don't want to think, how can you fight a demon? It's too dangerous. Of course, you shouldn't go to Egypt, the world today...”

She began to speak of the chaos caused by the return of Volatile Demons and the frequent attacks around the world.

A few minutes later, she knocked on the iron pot again.

The iron pot rose into the air and flew towards them, then twisted to the side.

Mrs. Weasley quickly stuffed a bowl underneath and caught the thick, hot onion soup it had poured out.

The iron pan then translated to the left and repeatedly poured, where Mrs. Weasley placed two bowls in turn.

“Would you like some bread, dear?” Mrs. Weasley asked.

“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley. ”

She waved the wand behind her shoulder and flew gracefully to the table with a piece of bread and a knife.

The bread was automatically cut into pieces and the soup pan flew back to the stove, where Mrs. Weasley sat opposite Harry.

“So you convinced Horace Slughorn to take the job? ”

“Well, we convinced him, mainly Ivan and Harry.” Hermione said.

Ivan and Harry nodded, and their mouths were full of hot soup, unable to speak.

“He taught Arthur and me before.” Mrs. Weasley said, "He was in Hogwarts many years ago, and I think he and Dumbledore went to school about the same time, how about that? Do you like him? ”

“I don't like it, but I don't hate it.” Hermione said hesitantly.

“He seemed like an interesting man.” Ivan said, swallowing what was in his mouth.

Harry's mouth was filled with bread again, and he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head indifferently.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Mrs. Weasley nodded, “Well, if he wanted, he could make himself attractive, but Arthur never liked him very much. In the Ministry of Magic there were many of his past proud students, who were always willing to open small stoves for students, but never spent more time with Arthur, who seemed to think that Arthur had little ambition. Hey, that proves that even Slughorn would look away. Hasn't Ron written to tell you that this is still the latest thing, Arthur? ”

Clearly, Mrs. Weasley has been anxious to say this and looks forward to a response.

Ivan and Hermione looked at each other embarrassingly, and they didn't get a letter from Ron at all this summer.

So, knowing nothing, Ron didn't even tell them that.

Harry quickly swallowed the hot soup and felt it burning out of his throat.

“Excellent!” he gasped, “he said briefly in his last letter to me. ”

“You're so cute.” Mrs. Weasley grinned, presumably thinking that Harry's tears were overwhelming because she was excited to hear the news and had not noticed the embarrassment of Ivan and Hermione, "Yes, in response to the current situation, Rufus Scringer had opened several new departments, and Arthur was now in charge of the 'Pseudo-Bad Defense Magic and Protective Supplies Reconnaissance and Collection Office’. This job is important. There are ten of us now! ”