Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Ivan reads very slowly, afraid of inadvertently leaving something behind.

Looking for information from such information was truly torture, and he was not sure whether there was a record of a home for elves.

Next door, Harry and Ron started discussing the conversation they overheard last night.

Harry was surprised by Dumbledore's attitude and a little exasperated at the same time.

He doesn't understand why it doesn't matter, Malfoy and Snapemin are planning something...

It was just then that Fred and George appeared in mid-air and heavily landed on Harry and Ron's bed.

“Fred, George, can you two just stay out of sight?” Ron shouted loudly.

“Sorry, sorry, the room is too small for me.” Fred said, smiling badly, "Ron, we just got back from hearing your feat, cutting your own fingers with a knife. ”

“I was cutting kale!” Ron said angrily.

“Yeah, God bless you, I'm sure you'll soon show us how to use the knife correctly.” George said he had the same nasty smile on his face as Fred, "Using a knife to put his finger... oops! ”

Ron threw the pillow in front of him out and hit George.

“Hmm, I'm just over two months old and 17 years old, and I'll be able to use magic outside of school!” Ron grudgingly said, "You wait, then...”

“I'm sure you'll bring us down with magic no one has thought of so far.” Fred said in a haphazard manner.

According to the Law on Wizard Secrecy and the Decree on Prohibition of Magic from Underage Wizards outside of School, little wizards cannot use magic outside of school, and the Ministry of Magic will trace it, so they just had to cut Kale with a knife. In fact, Ivan has used magic many times outside the school, and there are many ways to avoid being traced or run away from by the Ministry of Magic, such as without his own wand, or where the Ministry of Magic cannot trace it.

“Hello, Evan, Harry. How was your semester? Isn't it boring without our Hogwarts?” George ignored Ron, turned around and said hello to Ivan Harry, and then he noticed the thick pile of magic books in front of Ivan, "Oh, my God, Ivan, it's Christmas holiday, you don't have to work so hard. ”

“I'm looking for information about the home of the elves.” Ivan said, briefly repeat what happened in the morning.

“Home for elves?” Fred said with interest, "I've never heard of a place like this. ”

“After all, it was more than a thousand years ago, and now the Elvish only lives in the house of the Wizard. ”

As the name implies, that's why they're called home elves.

Pokemon in the home, they usually live in the corner of the kitchen or in a cupboard.

“Have the elves ever really had a home of their own? ”

“That's what the demon said, and I think it should be, after all, a thousand years ago, witches conquered the Pokémon of their homeland through war and occupied their land.” Ivan said, paused, "Well, this place may not be too far away, somewhere in England. ”

The Elvish family originated in England, the place occupied by the wizard...

Evan suddenly thought that if it was still a witch gathering area, the search area would narrow considerably. With the expansion of Muggles, there were few pure witch gathering areas in England, such as Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, Diagonal Alley, and...

Since it is called the home of the Elvish, even the home of the past, will there be many Elvish families gathered there?!

Ivan thinks it's a way of looking for information in this direction.

Alternatively, you can follow the experience of Hecky Patch and bring the treasure keys back to the home of the Pokémon. More often than not, Hecky Patch's family Pokémon, more often than not, her friends, are bound to be connected. As one of the four founders of Hogwarts and the first headmaster, Helga Hecky Patch has been documented with far more information than the family Pokémon can possibly extrapolate.

“We can ask the housekeeping elves who work in the store what they might know.” You know, "George said," those little elves are the servants of an extinct family of ancient pureblood wizards, and they know a lot of ancient secrets that we don't know about, and these things are passed down from generation to generation inside the little elves. ”

“Well, you can try.” Ivan said.

It's also a way of thinking about finding a home for elves, and they do know a lot of things.

“By the way, how's business doing in the store lately? ”

“Hot, that's great!” Speaking of business, Fred came to the spirit, "Hogwarts filled up our place as soon as she took a vacation, but Mom insisted we both come back for the holidays, and she said everyone was there. ”

“There are plenty of people this year, but Charlie is definitely not coming back, and those dragon babies can't leave him.” George said, "Percy, that big idiot's not here either, and thank God we don't have to squeeze him into a room. ”

Fred and George and Ivan studied the transfer of basic products to Muggle production details until Mrs. Weasley called them down for dinner. In the days that followed, everyone began to help Ivan retrieve the information in search of the so-called "home for the elves." ”

Except for Hermione, everyone else was bloodthirsty for three minutes and didn't go on.

Soon, it was Christmas Eve.

The Weasleys and their guests sat in the living room, and Hermione, Ginny, and Elaine decorated the room with colors, clusters of flowers, as if a piece of paper had exploded and they were happy, but the boys all knew that the sky on the tree made it really a garden goblin, not a costume.

Fred was bitten on the ankle by this little beauty while pulling out the carrot for Christmas dinner, so he was cast a coma spell, painted golden, stuffed into a little ballet dress, glued to the wings on his back, and replaced the angel that had been placed at the top of the Christmas tree.

At this time, it is looking angrily at them on the top of the tree.

This is the ugliest angel ever, with a big, potato-like bald head and fur on his feet.

Fortunately, neither Hermione, Elaine, nor Ginny found this place to ruin their arrangement.

They were all listening to Mrs. Weasley's favorite singer, Setina Warbeck, whose voice gently swept out of the wooden radio.

Furong seemed to find Setina very boring and she spoke out loud in the corner.

She told Ivan and Hermione about her wedding arrangements next summer and about Gabriel.

Furong told them that Gabriel had grown a lot in the past year and was already a grown up girl.