Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Snape seemed to be seen at school every year, and it was still such an unpleasant situation.

The three of them walked towards Hogwarts in the dark and nobody spoke.

Snape had a dark, gloomy, cold aura, and Ivan didn't think he'd let them go so easily.

“Let me think, because I'm late, Gryffindor deducted 50 points.” He said slowly, "Everybody! ”

“But Ivan wasn't late, he...”

“Quiet, Potter, after all these years, you still haven't learned the rules. Don't interrupt me while I'm talking.” Snape said, "Look at you, because you're wearing papaya clothes and deduct another 50 points. I don't think any college just started the semester, and before dessert came up, you got so many points deducted, you set a new record. All right, you two talk. Why are you late? ”

Ivan is silent, and Harry should answer that question. But Harry's inner anger and hatred had gone up in vain. He held his fists tight and would rather return to London rigidly than tell Snape why he was late.

For about two or three seconds, Snape continued, “I don't know how to answer that, do I? Let me guess, you guys probably want to make an appearance? Famous Mason and Porter, you couldn't get a flying car this year, so you thought rushing into the auditorium halfway through the banquet would have a dramatic effect? ”

Harry remained silent, although he felt his lungs were going to explode.

He knew Snape had come to pick him up for this, and he could have a few minutes to provoke and torture himself without anyone hearing him.

Ivan feels pretty much the same way, because Snape's momentum is totally toward Harry.

He was just taken with him, and Snape didn't even look at him a few times.

This was followed by a long period of silence, with Hogwarts Castle getting closer and closer.

To be honest, Ivan was curious about what Snape did during the summer vacation, and did you get any up-to-date information?

Voldemort probably doesn't trust him much yet, after all, Snape hasn't proven his worth.

Voldemort, of course, will not trust anyone, and that term is wrong.

It should be, whether he believes Snape will remain faithful to him. Snape is now a little far from a loyal Death Eater. At the very least, he needs to prove his worth again, such as killing Dumbledore or handing Harry over to Voldemort...

Ivan thought about it and didn't think Snape would know anything about it.

I would like to ask you a few questions about magic that I saw earlier at the International Alchemy Congress.

But Ivan was interrupted by Snape before he finished.

“Quiet, Mason, I'm not interested in your ridiculous adventures over the summer. ”

It was a long silence, and finally the three of them arrived on the steps of the castle.

When those two oak doors opened and revealed a wide hall with slabs inside, a burst of laughter and the sound of a cup tray colliding through the lobby's open door reached their ears.

When the party was going on, it was really not a good idea to walk in with such a big swing. Especially for Harry, he was defeated by Malfoy, and now in his muggle clothes, his face was beaten to deformation, so it was a complete disgrace to go in and put up with his gaze.

And he thought, "I don't know if he can sneak up on his invisible clothes," and God snuck up to the long table in Griffindor and sat down.

It is very inconvenient that Gryffindor's table is at the very bottom of the auditorium.

“Here we go!” Snape said, seemingly guessing through Harry's mind, "you two just go in there, no tricks, Mason. And you, Porter, don't wear invisible clothes, don't change school uniforms, show everybody what you look like, and I'm sure that's exactly what you want. ”

Harry didn't hesitate to walk through the open door, just to get out of Snape. Ivan hastily followed, with four college tables in the lobby and a faculty table at the top, decorated with many floating candles as usual, shining down the plate.

Harry walked fast and Ivan almost had to run all the way to keep up with him.

So, all this is just a glimmer of ambiguity in their eyes.

By the time people noticed them both, Ivan and Harry had crossed the Hufflepuff table.

And as they began to measure them curiously, they had gone to Gryffindor's long table and sat between Hermione and Ron.

“Where have you two been?” Hermione asked, "God, Harry, what happened to your face? ”

“There was an accident.” Ivan said, "Dinner hasn't started yet, has it? ”

“Not yet, the division ceremony just ended. ”

“What did that hat say? ”

“Much like before, it suggests that we unite and face our enemies together. ”

“Dumbledore didn't mention Voldemort, did he?” Harry interrupted and asked.

He grabbed a spoon of soup and narrowed his eyes to gauge the deformed face shown above.

“No, but he always speaks officially after the banquet. ”

Ron was staring at that face, and he said with some uncertainty, "Dude, do you look like you've been hit? ”

“Hmm.” Harry said vaguely, touching his face with his hands, "How does my nose look? ”

“Very normal.” Hermione said worryingly, because Ron reminded me that her eyes turned from Ivan to Harry, "but, Harry, what happened to your nose? What the hell happened to you two? Why didn't you catch the carriage? You scared the hell out of us! ”

“I'll tell you later.” Harry said briefly.

There's a lot of people staring around, and he doesn't want to talk about it.

Besides, it was so embarrassing, and he wished they'd all thought he'd done a very brave thing, preferably facing two Death Eaters and a Dementor. Of course, Malfoy will tell this story all the time, but it may not reach too many of Gryffindor's ears.

“But…” Hermione said.

“Let's talk about it later, the food's coming up.” Ivan said, "Look, they also specially prepared food for Elaine. ”

There's an area where everything is marked for vampire use, all food made of blood.

“This year, three ethnic groups were enrolled in school, and my uncle called them to send their age-appropriate children to Hogwarts, all of whom were assigned to Slytherin College.” Elaine said she took the cup and drank the red liquid in it, “This stuff tastes so weird, it doesn't seem like dragon blood...”