Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

At the bottom of the newspaper, Betty Braithwaite wrote: There is no doubt that Skeeter's book will sell immediately. And many of Dumbledore's worshippers will probably tremble, wondering what their heroes will reveal.

After reading the article, Ivan stared at Rita Skeeter's photograph for a while.

At that moment, he even wondered if the woman had become a beetle and infiltrated Hogwarts, documenting everything that had happened that night.

But it's impossible, because of what Ivan knows about her, Skeeter may have found some traces, and the rest of it was made up by herself.

I have to say, the entry point she was looking for was accurate.

These contents are of public interest and want to know, how many real things are hard to say, but who cares?!

The answer that people want to know is not necessarily the truth.

There is no doubt that her book will sell well.

Rita Skeeter revealed secrets about Dumbledore's past, satisfied people's curiosity about the great wizard, but she should not foolishly address the sensitive topic of Dumbledore's death, and said that there was a highly sophisticated magic in it, and the key was right, which would cause her a great deal of trouble, hoping that she would still be as calm as she was now when the Death Eaters invited to tea.

As Ivan's partner and close friend, she certainly knows all the secrets. If the answer to Dumbledore's body disappears, Voldemort cannot be satisfied...

At this point, Hermione screamed downstairs and told him to go down to dinner.

“Got it, I'm coming down! ”

Evan rubbed the paper together and threw it back into a paper basket, and had time to worry about Rita Skeeter, rather than looking forward to Hermione's dinner.

At the dining table, Hermione just delivered a letter to Ivan from the Bad House. The handwriting was supposed to be written by Ginny, Elaine and Gabriel. They said something recent, hoping Ivan and Hermione could get to the Bad House as soon as possible, and there was also a message that Lupin and Tanks were married.

People were looking forward to their wedding and hoping to have it with Bill and Furong, but Lupin and Tanks didn't say anything, and nobody told them, they said they were just going out for a walk after lunch yesterday and came back with a ring.

Under Ginny, Elaine, and Gabriel were tortured to “extract confessions," Tanks later told them that she and Lupin went to his parents' cemetery to celebrate, and then held a wedding at the nearby Muggle Country Chapel, a sunset wedding, and Lupin prepared the ring in advance, which was sudden, simple, and hasty, but Tanks thought it was very happy...

Imagine the scene, the sun setting west, the warm light, the colorful sky, the breeze with its face, the two of them looking at each other with love.

Anyone will be intoxicated and quietly experience the beauty of the world.

This is a picture Hermione gave Evan before going to bed at night.

She thought it was too hard for Lupin and Tanks to come together. Although the wedding was not so lively and not so many people witnessed, as long as they truly loved each other, that was enough. In Lupin's hands, she must have been the happiest person in the world at that moment.

The beauty of love lies not in longevity, but in short-term possession.

Lupin and Tanks get this far, and that's the best picture of the sentence.

If she could be like them, she'd be satisfied!

Hermione said a lot, Ivan started to get a little confused and later understood.

In short, she was touched and suddenly wanted to get married!

As Mrs Weasley said, in these precarious times, many people have decided to live their lives, and if both parties agree, what are they waiting for?

Yeah, so what are we waiting for?

Well, this question, Ivan feels like at least waiting for him to grow up...

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Harry's bleeding in the dark.

He grabbed his right hand and cursed silently in his mouth, pushing his shoulders through the bedroom door, suddenly squeaking a china chip under his feet: a cup of cold tea was placed on the floor outside his bedroom door, and he stepped on it.

“How…”

Harry looked down, and none of them were above the staircase at No. 4 Jinzheng Road.

This cup of tea is probably Dali's smart self. He wants to make a joke about it.

Harry raised his bleeding hand, picked up the teacup fragment with his other hand, and threw it into the already filled bin behind the bedroom door. He then walked through the room into the bathroom and flushed his fingers under the faucet.

Four more days of inability to use magic, which is really stupid, irrational and irritating... Ivan is not an adult either, why can he use magic outside of school, and he can't, Sirius explained last time... Harry has to admit that this deep wound on his finger must have kept him out of touch.

He never learned how to fix the trauma, and now he wants to come, especially with his next plan, which seems to be a serious flaw in his magic education.

He decides to ask Evan or Hermione about this next time, while taking a large handkerchief and wiping away the tea stains on the floor as much as possible.

Then he went back to his bedroom and shut the door heavily.

Just now, Harry completely emptied his school suitcase for the first time since he was boxed six years ago.

Previously, every time he started school, he replaced and updated three-quarters of the stuff on the box. The bottom of the box kept a messy layer of clutter, old feather pens, dry beetle eyes, and pairs of socks that could not be worn.

A few minutes ago, Harry reached into this mess and his right finger suddenly caught a sharp pain in the heart, drawing it out and it was already bleeding like a bet.

Now that he was more cautious, he knelt back next to the box, carefully grabbed it at the bottom of the box, pulled out an old badge, then pulled out an old cracked speculum and an empty bottle, and finally found the sharp edge that cut his finger.

He immediately recognized the mirror fragment Sirius had given him, which was two inches long.

This thing can be connected to Sirius, like a Muggle phone, but Harry never used it before it broke into pieces.

Apart from handing him over to the Dusty family on vacation, Sirius did not appear again this summer, but it was enough to deter the Dusty family. Harry knew that Sirius was busy and that after Dumbledore's departure, the whole phoenix society was in bad shape and he could not ask for anything else like a child.

The only thing he can do now is to remain quiet in this house and, as he has done for the past sixteen years, to remain silent and silent.

Protecting yourself from the mess is the best help Harry can give the Phoenix Society. Think about it. It's really discouraging...