Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Weird, but nothing to be ashamed of. It's better to be invited because of this than because their mother is famous.” Harry glanced at the back of Sabini's head and said, "Or because of their uncle...”

He suddenly stopped, and an idea flashed in his mind, a reckless, but perhaps wonderful, idea.

In just one minute, Sabini will be returning to the cabin of Slytherin's sixth grade student, Malfoy's cabin.

Half an hour ago, he heard Ron complain that Malfoy and Shabbini were together and did not attend the council of chiefs.

Malfoy would certainly be sitting there at this moment, thinking that only his Slytherin classmates could hear him.

What would Harry see and hear if he followed Sabini and the ghosts mingled in unknowingly?

Nice, the train will be arriving soon, and from the deserted view that flashed out the window, Hogsmeade Station is less than half an hour away.

But since no one took Harry's suspicions seriously, he had to go and get his own evidence.

As long as decisive information is available, he can prove it to Ivan and Hermione.

This is a fantastic opportunity, at least more reliable than Ron's idea to strip Malfoy naked.

“I'll come back to you two later.” Harry whispered and pulled out his invisible clothes and put them on his body.

“But what do you want to do?” Neville asked.

“Harry!” Ginny said surprisedly.

“See you later!” When Harry finished whispering, he quickly followed Shabbini and tried not to make a sound.

In fact, the train was running in a rugged, rugged fashion, and he did not have to be so cautious.

Almost everyone in the aisle is now empty, and almost everyone is back in the trunk to change their robes and pack their bags.

The journey was smooth and Harry tried to stick as close as he could without touching Sabini.

But after Shabbini pulled the door of the car open, he slipped in not fast enough.

Sabini was about to close the door, and Harry hurried out a foot to block it.

“What's wrong with this thing?” Sabini said annoyingly, knocking the sliding door over Harry's feet one at a time.

Harry endured the pain, grabbed the door hard and pushed it away.

Sabini, still holding the door handle, was thrown aside and fell on Gregory Gore's lap.

While in chaos, Harry rushed into the car, he jumped on the seat temporarily empty of Sabini at a faster speed than imagined, a pull-up, climbed onto the luggage rack, and the whole set of motions suddenly stood, nobody noticed Harry.

Sirius worked on Harry's special training, and he's a lot stronger now than he was before.

Not to mention that Gore and Shabbini are roaring at each other, attracting everyone's attention to the past.

The only thing that worried Harry a little was that he was pushing Sabini away, using too much force, which was unusual.

Imagine how the door in the trunk would push a man open.

Malfoy reached out and grabbed a handful in the corner of the car, Harry's heart mentioning his voice, and of course he didn't touch anything.

Finally, Gore shut the door heavily and threw Sabini off him.

Sabini sat down in her seat and looked exasperated and depressed.

Vincent Crabb continued reading his comic book, Malfoy smiled a few times and seemed to find nothing.

He reclined in two seats, looking for a comfortable position, with his head resting on Penny Parkinson's thighs.

Harry curled uncomfortably in his invisible clothes to make sure he was covered in rigor and solidity from top to bottom.

He watched as Pensie gently lifted the smooth blonde hair off Malfoy's head and smiled proudly.

The look on her face, it's like everyone wants her in this position.

The lantern on the ceiling shook left and right, illuminating everything in the compartment.

Harry can clearly see every word in the next Krab comic book, very clearly.

“How's it going, Sabini?” Malfoy said, "What does Slughorn want? ”

“The old man was just trying to stutter and relate to a prominent figure,” Sabini said angrily, still staring at Gore, "but he couldn't find much, just a dozen people. ”

The intelligence seemed to upset Malfoy, and he asked, "Who else did he invite? ”

“The college is not one of our group, such as Samuel, Pinot Noir...”

He said several names in a row, all of Slytherin's students who had previously received invitations.

“A bunch of idiots who don't recognize the situation.” Malfoy disdainfully said.

Harry closed his eyes and listened to Malfoy as if the students were not with them and did not support Voldemort.

Slughorn did a really good job of screening and didn't invite those who were sensitive.

“Who else? ”

“McLaggen of Gryffindor. ”

“Ah, by the way, I know him. His uncle is the chief of the ministry.” Malfoy said.

“And Ravenclaw's Bellby and Hufflepuff's...”

“Forget about them. They're a bunch of grass bags.” Malfoy lazily said, waving impatiently.

“The Bellby, he gave me shoes that didn't fit.” Pansy added.

“And Mason and Potter's little team, they go the most.” Sabini concludes, "Mason, Porter, Granger, Lombardon, the Weasley girl and the Slytherin little vampire...”

Malfoy sat up and punched Pansy's hand aside, and he seemed pissed off.

“He also invited mud breeds and Longbottom? ”

“Yeah, I guess so, because they went too.” Sabini doesn't mind.

“You can imagine the level of this party, those two mud breeds. Forget it. I don't get it. What interests Slughorn in Lombardon? ”

“Who knows.” Shabbini shrugged, "Mason, Granger and the vampire left shortly after the party began. ”

“Humph, they came back this afternoon looking for trouble, let's not bully the freshmen or anything, they can't be too proud.” Malfoy said.

Harry, focus, Malfoy. What does that mean?

He didn't go on, but Penny went on to say, "I know why the Weasley girl was invited. Many boys like her, even you think she's pretty, don't you, Brace? We all know how picky your eyes are. ”

She said, looking at Malfoy's reaction with an eye angle.

“I'm not going to touch a dirty little scum like her, no matter what she looks like.” Sabini coldly said.

Pensighton was delightful and Malfoy fell back on her thighs, allowing her to continue brushing his hair.

“Alas, I'm so sorry for Slughorn's taste. Probably a little old for him. Unfortunately, my father always said he was a brilliant wizard. My father used to be sweet in front of him, Slughorn probably didn't hear I was in the car, otherwise..."