Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Ivan and Harry cannot be out of their sight now, at the strong request of Scringer and the Ministry of Magic.

So they can't go to the phoenix headquarters. This is also one of the main reasons why Ivan ultimately decided not to go home this Christmas. He did not want his home to be monitored and protected at the level of the Ministry of Magic like a shabby house, and all access was subject to scrutiny, and his parents were just ordinary Muggles and could not stand the stimulus.

As Mr. Weasley has just said, Skringer is now counting on Dumbledore.

He didn't really finish the sentence, and he wanted to hold onto Evan and Harry. Whether it was Ivan's previous performance or the prophecy ball he had kept in the Ministry of Magic, Skringer made it clear that they were both key figures and the only grippers he currently had control over in order to defeat Voldemort.

If Ivan was the Minister of Magic, he would definitely take action on both of them...

When he returned to his room, Ron fell asleep almost immediately with a pillow.

Ivan wasn't very sleepy, and he came up with the Magic Department, which was recording information about raising elves a thousand years ago, looking at it and chatting with Harry.

Harry didn't sleep either, and he leaned on the bed and quickly read the Advanced Potion Making.

“What are you looking for?” Ivan asked.

“Publishing time, Lupin has just reminded me that this will determine the Prince's time in Hogwarts.” He said.

Soon after, he found the book almost fifty years old.

“Almost 50 years!” Harry said with disappointment that his father and his friends were not in Hogwarts 50 years ago.

“Fifty years, that was Tom Riddle's time at Hogwarts.” Ivan said.

“It can't be him, years apart, the prince entered Hogwarts after him.” Harry is uncertain that the book was published too close to the time of Juvenile Voldemort in Hogwarts.

The discovery made him uncomfortable, and Harry was reluctant to admit that the hybrid prince and Voldemort were connected.

But from the current situation, they certainly know each other, even if they are not connected, or…

Harry dared not think about it anymore, he still put the book back in the suitcase, said good night to Ivan and turned around to get ready for bed, trance, he started thinking about werewolves and Snape, thinking about Sampak and the hybrid prince, finally falling asleep in obscurity, dreams filled with ghost shadows and tears of bitten children...

On the other hand, Ivan sighed.

In the dim light, he looked at the dense little words on the magic book in his hand, a glimpse, and his thoughts became less and less focused.

Where the hell is this place?

He rethinked the clues and plans he currently had and felt too uncertain.

Evans thought until there was a slight sound coming out of the door, and he was surprised to see the door pushed open.

A white cat cautiously drilled into the gap, Hermione!

She twisted her head slightly to the right and looked at Ivan with a burning eye, which was adorable and adorable.

“Hermione?” Ivan softly said, sitting up in bed.

What's she doing here all of a sudden, night raid?! Or a surprise on Christmas Eve?!

Unexpectedly, Ivan didn't say no and found it very good.

He lifted the quilt and waved to the white cat, indicating that she would go to bed.

But keep your voice down for a while, and this room is actually too small, and Harry and Ron are right next to it.

Hermione didn't come up, she waved her claws at Ivan and let him pass.

Well, does that mean a different place to fight?

Ivan looked at Harry and Ron on the bed next to him and reached out and turned off the lamp.

Moments later, in darkness, a black cat slipped off Ivan's bed agile and quickly walked to the gap at the door.

In the hallway, Ivan followed Hermione, unsure where to go, too small, not sound insulated, without any privacy, which is far worse than the old Blake family home, and it's too cold to go outside this season.

If he can, he can take Hermione and find a place, 12 Grimo Square, Diagonal Lane, or Muggle Street, Hotel or whatever, it's a good choice, as long as he gets back by tomorrow morning.

It's Christmas Eve, there must be a party out there. Why sleep so early?

Ivan thought so wildly, quickly noticed how Hermione led him to Ginny's room?!

It's what unfolds, it's not a good choice, like just now, Elaine and Ginny are still in there.

Especially Elaine, the guy's a night cat, and he'll definitely find them both in a while.

Ivan doubtlessly followed Hermione into Ginny's room and saw the girls sitting in their pajamas and smiling at him in bed.

Hermione turned back, skillfully lifted Ivan up and closed the door with her opposite hand.

Something was wrong, and when Hermione was about to hand herself over to Elaine, Ivan jumped out of her arms.

He jumped into Hermione's bed, turned human form, and asked, "What do you three want to do? ”

“Surprise on Christmas Eve!” Elaine said, "After we talked about it, we decided to come to you and do something special. ”

“Mm-hmm. You can do whatever you want tonight.” Ginny said with a laugh.

“Don't be ridiculous, speak well.” Evan says these three guys aren't drinking potent fanatics, are they?

“What you're thinking is you can't sleep, come and sing.” Hermione said.

She also climbed into bed and kicked Ivan to the end of the bed.

“Singing? ”

“Yes, it's a song, but we have to keep it down for a while and don't let Mom hear it.” Ginny.

“Sing, why did you call me here?” Ivan asked a little bit more clearly about the current situation.

“Just the three of us singing is so boring that you have to come here because you won't be discovered by Mrs. Weasley and if anything happens, you can handle it.” Hermione said, snatching the quilt from Ivan.

Well, Ivan thought there'd be a surprise. It's a surprise!

On Christmas Eve, a girl shouted into the room to sing on the grounds that he would not be discovered and could handle an unexpected situation.

Ivan is not sure if he should be happy now or happy.

He sat at the end of Hermione's bed, stretching his legs into the quilt, and at Elaine's request, he barely sang a song.

Probably because it was so ugly, Hermione climbed his right leg in the middle.

Of course Ivan won't lose, he just tangled it up...

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The next morning, when Ivan got up, he felt so tired that his body and heart were emptied out!

Hermione, Elaine and Ginny were overexcited last night and tortured for a long time, but they sang pretty well.

Especially Elaine, who was attracted to Elaine's songs the first Christmas Eve she met, that night.