Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Harry had stuffed the invisible suit in his backpack, and he thought, since Dumbledore had no objection and the Ministry of Magic would not object, it would be a wise option to carry the invisible suit with him, perhaps it would be useful, but now that he had thought about it carefully, he was not sure that the Ministry of Magic knew that he had an invisible suit.

Immediately afterwards, he thought that there should be no danger in going to Diagonal Alley and that Voldemort and Death Eaters would not appear publicly.

Besides, there's so much Aaron to accompany, and Ivan's here, and he's even more powerful than those Aarons.

Harry's attention quickly shifted and he wasn't worried about these things for too long.

On the way, Mrs. Weasley rarely spoke, and her tensions seemed to spread to others. Mr. Weasley has been saying that he has repeated to them the contents of the Ministry of Magic's security manual, telling them what to do in the event of all kinds of dangers and invisibly exacerbating the tension.

Harry and Ron were also thinking about Quidditch, and they were studying how to form a new team.

Hermione and Ginny also chirped together and Ivan heard that they were going to buy new clothes.

Speaking of which, Ginny's clothes are mostly second-hand because of the stressful conditions at home.

Her first new robe or Evan gave it to her.

Now with the money, the girl naturally wants to buy new clothes and other things the girls like.

Looking at her discussions with Hermione, Ivan realized that Ginny was no longer the little girl who was shaking Mrs. Weasley's hand and running around. She had grown up, matured a lot, and was a beautiful big girl.

And Hermione, who doesn't seem too old.

By the end of her birthday on September 19th this year, she seemed to have reached the age of 17.

In magic, reaching the age of seventeen means adulthood and can do a lot of things you couldn't have done before, ending a memorable first time.

Ivan thinks so, it's not even a few days till September 19th, when Hermione grows up...

Though he is not yet an adult, who cares whether a man is an adult or not is not measured by age.

Hagrid's younger brother, Glop, amply attests to this, with men placing greater emphasis on responsibility and experience.

“You're here.” That's when the old driver in front said.

That was his first sentence, and he slowed down into Charlene Cross Road and stopped outside the Leaky Cauldron Bar.

“I'll wait for you to come back. Do you know how long it will take? ”

“About two hours.” Mr. Weasley said, "Ah, great, he's here! ”

They looked out through the window like Mr. Weasley and saw a familiar figure.

There was no arrogance outside the bar, but a huge, blackbearded Rupert Hagrid, a Hogwarts hunting yard guard, dressed in a long beaver leather coat with a delightful smile on his face, waved hard at them, ignoring the amazing gaze of the Muggles passing by.

“Harry, Evan, Hermione, Ron, Ginny!” He shouted loudly, rushing over, holding Harry the first one out of the car in his arms, crushing his bones, "How was your summer vacation? Glad to see you guys, you don't know how much Glop misses you guys...”

“Oh, how is he doing? ”

Hagrid looks fine, at least he doesn't have any scratches.

“Well, he learned to be polite, his temper wasn't as grumpy as before, thanks to you...” Hagrid said, holding Ivan tight again, "but I haven't found a new girl giant to accompany him. ”

“Take your time, you'll always find it.” Ivan said.

Men with stories tend to be popular, even giants.

“Hagrid, we didn't expect the security guard to be you.” Harry rubbed his ribs and said with a smile.

“I know, just like old times, right? Look, the Ministry of Magic was going to send a bunch of Aurora, but Dumbledore said I was coming.” Hagrid was proud to say that he lifted his chest and stuck two thumbs in his pocket, "Okay, let's go in. Please, Molly, Arthur..."

They walked into the Leaky Cauldron Bar, and for the first time, it was so cold and empty.

In the past, those lively people disappeared, leaving only Tom, the owner of the store, with all the wrinkles and all the teeth.

As soon as they went in, Tom raised his head with hope, but without waiting for him to ask, Hagrid solemnly said, "It's just passing through today, Tom, you know, it's Hogwarts' business, you know. ”

Tom nodded depressed and continued to wipe his glass.

Ivan, Harry, Hermione, Hagrid, and Weasley went through the bar to the shady little yard in the trash can behind them. Hagrid raised the pink umbrella in his hand and knocked on a brick on the wall, where a door hole immediately appeared leading to a winding pebble trail.

They crossed the door and stopped and looked around.

As they have been hearing, diagonal alleys have completely changed.

Originally displayed in the window were spell books, magic ingredients and crucifixes. The colors are now invisible. Instead, they are strictly and truthfully obscured by the massive announcements posted by the Ministry of Magic. Most of these daunting purple notices are magnified versions of the safety tips in the brochures distributed by the Ministry of Magic during the summer.

Some of these notices also contain black-and-white photographs of wanted Death Eaters.

Ivan is well aware of the increasing number of such wanted persons over the past few months.

This suggests that there is an increase in the number of dead eaters, and that many black wizards have joined Voldemort's army, including even a certain number of foreign wizards, who worship Voldemort, see Britain as the main battlefield of war, and view the coming war as a holy war, spreading from all over the world.

At this rate, it won't be long before the entire diagonal alley is filled with arrest warrants.

As they walked forward, it was clear that several shop windows had been nailed to death by boards, including Florin Fosco's ice cream shop.

On the other hand, many broken stalls suddenly appeared on both sides of the street.

The nearest stall to them was set under a stained striped rain shed outside the Ritzmark bookstore, stamped with a cardboard sign: amulet, effective against werewolves, psychedelics and vaginas.

A dirty little wizard sells a bunch of silver mascots with chains to the passers-by, shaking them up.

“Ma'am, why don't you buy one for your little girl?” As they passed, he shouted at Mrs. Weasley, glancing at Ginny with fascination, "Protect her pretty neck? ”

“If I were on duty…" Mr. Weasley said, staring angrily at the person selling the amulet.

“Yeah, but you're not going anywhere right now, honey. We're running out of time.” Mrs. Weasley looked at the list anxiously, "I think we'd better go to Mrs. Morkins' robe store first. Everyone needs to buy new clothes, they're all growing up too fast. Okay, let's go. ”