Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

"Neville, your cat is really well trained. My sister also has a cat, but it can't do anything except scratch the sheets." Stan looked at Ivan with interest.

"Yes, yes!" Seeing the black cat eating chocolate, Harry had a strange feeling in his heart, why did this cat look more and more like Ivan.

He lay flat on the bed, held the black cat high in front of his chest, and observed it carefully.

Ivan waved his paw feebly, but it was useless.

He is obviously so abnormal, when will Harry, a dull guy, recognize himself.

After a violent collision, Harry subconsciously let go of his hand.

Alvin ran to his pillow and sat down, squinting his eyes and looking out of the car window. The Knight bus kept hitting the sidewalk, but it couldn't hit anything; rows of lampposts, letter boxes and trash cans When this car drove over, I jumped to avoid it, and when it drove past, I returned to the original position.

Harry studied Ivan's black cat for a while, and his thoughts returned to himself.

The events of this evening are bizarre enough, a strange bus that can jump forward a hundred miles at a time, an impossibly large dog, and a black cat who wants to follow him desperately. What will happen next.

Then, with a churning in his stomach, he thought of Aunt Marge and wondered if the Dursleys had managed to get her off the ceiling.

Chapter 70 Sirius Black

Ivan tried his best to make himself lie down more comfortably, he half-closed his eyes, and saw Stanser giving Harry a copy of the "Daily Prophet".The front page featured a huge photo of Sirius Black, his sunken face, his long, matted hair, and his skin sallow and stenciled.

"He looks scary, doesn't he?" Stan carefully observed the expression on Harry's face, "It's been all about him lately, Sirius Black is considered the most notorious prisoner who ever stayed in Azkaban Castle of."

"Has he killed thirteen people?" whispered Harry. "With a single spell?"

"That's right! In front of witnesses, in broad daylight, it caused a lot of trouble!" Stan leaned over and said in a low voice, "Blake is trying his best to support the mysterious man, and he has a very close relationship with the mysterious man You know, when little Harry Potter was about to be killed by the mysterious man..."

Ivan saw Harry pulling down the hair on his forehead uneasily.

"All the supporters of You-Know-Who have been hunted down. These people know that since You-Know-Who has escaped, they are finished, so they are all honest, except for Sirius Black. He is the most loyal supporter of You-Know-Who , I heard that he thinks You-Know-Who will come to power one day, so he's number two."

"Anyway, they cornered Black in the street, which was still full of Muggles, and Black took out his wand and blew up half the street, a wizard was killed, and a dozen Muggles died. Dead. Terrible, isn't it? Do you know what Black does next?" Stan whispers exaggeratedly.

"What?" Harry asked nervously.

"Laughing!" said Stan. "Just standing there laughing, and when the Ministry reinforcements arrived, he followed them quietly, laughing all the way."

"Is he crazy?"

"If he wasn't crazy when he got to Azkaban, he's crazy now." Stan whispered, "Neville, you know Azkaban, no one can stay in it for that long. But, he now Come out, no one has ever escaped from Azkaban before, has they? The guards there can't resist, can they?"

Harry nodded uneasily, and Stan beside him also turned pale, as if frightened by what he said.

Ivan looked at them speechlessly. If these two guys realized that they had just passed Sirius Black, would they faint from fright.

After that, no one spoke.

Harry lay restless and miserable on his feather bed as the Knight Bus drove through the darkness, brushing away shrubs, bollards, telephone booths and trees along the way.

Ivan stretched out his paws and rubbed Harry's hair. Harry seemed to want to hug him, so he hurriedly jumped aside to avoid it.

The sky outside the car window was brighter than before, and Ivan saw a dilapidated small bar appearing in front, and the Knight Bus taxied to a stop.

Ivan jumped on Harry's shoulders, they got out, Stan set Harry's trunk and Hedwig's cage on the pavement, and the Knight Bus drove away.

"Okay, now we're going to Gringotts..." Harry stopped abruptly, looking ahead in amazement.

"There you are, Harry!" In the darkness, a figure suddenly came out of the low, dark foyer of the Leaky Cauldron. It was the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

Harry was secretly nervous. He dragged a heavy suitcase and was led into the bar by Fudge. A man with a bent back and a lantern in his hand appeared in the doorway behind the bar.

This is Tom, the wrinkled, toothless proprietor of the Leaky Cauldron.

"You've found him, Minister!" Tom bowed. "What would you like a drink, beer or brandy?"

"Have a pot of tea." Looking haggard, Fudge pointed to a chair by the fire and said to Harry, "Sit down, Harry."

Harry sat down. Although the fire was very hot, Ivan could still feel his body trembling slightly, as if he was very nervous.

Fudge took off his green pinstriped robe, threw it aside, then hastily pulled up the trousers of his dark green suit and sat down across from Harry.

"We just met three months ago, Harry! I'm Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic."

Fudge said quickly, casting a strange glance at the black cat lying on Harry's shoulder.

Harry nodded stiffly, he couldn't believe that he was caught by the Minister of Magic himself.Three months ago, the other party had just awarded special contribution awards to himself, Ivan, Hermione, and Ron. Is he going to fire him now? !

He hadn't said anything when Tom, the barman, reappeared with tea and toast on a tray.

He placed the tray on the table between Fudge and Harry, and left the booth, closing the door behind him.

"Well, Harry!" said Fudge, pouring out the tea, "I'm not afraid you know that you've got us all in a panic, running out of your aunt and uncle's like that! I thought . . . but luckily You're okay, that's the most important thing."

Fudge buttered his own scone and pushed the plate towards Harry.

"Come on, Harry, you look lifeless. You'll be glad to hear how we settled the unfortunate blow-up of Miss Maggie, a few hours ago, when two members of the Incident Reversal Department were ordered to Arrived at Privet Drive. Miss Maggie recovered and her memory was adjusted. She doesn't remember the incident, it was what it was, no harm was done."

Ai Wen lightly jumped onto the long table and brought himself a piece of baked bread.

He saw Fudge smiling at Harry over the rim of his teacup, like an uncle looking at a beloved nephew.Across the table, Harry couldn't believe his ears. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but couldn't think of what to say, so he closed his mouth.

"Ah, you're worried about your aunt and uncle's reaction?" said Fudge. "Well, I don't deny that they're extremely angry. Harry, but as long as you stay at Hogwarts for Christmas and Easter, They're going to let you go back next summer."

"I'll spend Christmas and Easter at Hogwarts forever." Harry felt his throat no longer constricted. "I don't want to go back to Privet Drive."

"Here, here, after you calm down, I'm sure you won't think so!" Fudge said with a worried tone, "They are your family after all, and I'm sure you love each other deep down .”

Harry didn't want to correct Fudge, he was still waiting to hear what to do with him.

"The remaining question now is, where do you spend the remaining two weeks?"

"I think I can go to my classmate Alvin's house, he has invited me many times." Harry said uncertainly.

"You're talking about Evan Mason, right? That kid is really good. He helped us a lot with the Chamber of Secrets matter. Thanks to the article he wrote, people corrected their misconceptions about the Ministry of Magic." Fudge said in Buttering the second scone, "I'm afraid he won't be of much help this time though, since that man... In fact, I suggest you take a room at the Leaky Cauldron and stay until the end of the summer."

Chapter 71 Give the Cat a Name

"Wait a minute, Mr. Minister!" said Harry hastily. "What about my punishment?"

"Punishment?!" Fudge blinked, as if he just remembered such a thing.

"I'm breaking the law!" said Harry, "the law restricting the use of magic by minors!"

"Oh dear boy, we won't punish you for such a small thing!" Fugu waved his scone impatiently. Sent to Azkaban!"

Harry was confused by the words, which didn't quite fit with his past dealings with the Ministry.

"I got a formal warning last year when a house-elf conjured Dudley into a pigtail at my uncle's house!" Harry said, frowning. "The Ministry of Magic says that if any more magic is performed there, Hogwarts is going to expel me!"

With a perfect question, Ivan saw Fudge suddenly look embarrassed with great interest.

"Circumstances change, Harry! In the present case it is your ... well, surely you do not want to be expelled?"

"Of course not," Harry replied hastily.

Hearing Harry's words, Fudge laughed easily. He called the bar owner Tom over, motioned him to open a room for Harry, and repeatedly asked Harry to stay in Diagon Alley obediently for the next two weeks. Don't go out inside, especially don't wander around in Muggle London.

Then he put on his robe and prepared to leave.

"Mr. Minister, have you heard from Sirius Black?"

At Harry's words, Fudge's fingers slipped on the silver buttons of his robes.

"Oh, you heard the news! Well, no, not yet, but it's only a matter of time before he is caught. The guards of Azkaban have never failed before, and they are very angry this time, more than I know It's great every time." Fudge's voice trembled a little.

"Goodbye, then, dear Harry." Fudge shook hands with Harry.

Harry hurriedly asked the other party if he could sign his consent form to visit Hogsmeade, and Fudge looked uncomfortable.

He flatly rejected Harry, and the expression on his face became more and more unnatural. When Ivan saw him turn around, he quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

After Ivan and Harry finished their scones, they followed Tom up a beautiful wooden staircase to a room with a brass sign at the door indicating NO.11, and Tom opened the door.Inside the room was a large bed that looked very comfortable, a few pieces of bright oak furniture, the fire in the fireplace was crackling, and Hedwig, who hadn't been seen for a while, was standing on top of the wardrobe.

"Hedwig!" Harry exclaimed in surprise, "So you are here, did you send that letter to Ivan, what did he say?"

He stopped immediately, and he found that the text message he had hurriedly written to Ivan when he left the Dursleys was tied to Hedwig's lap intact, without moving.

Harry suddenly became a little worried. It is impossible for Hedwig to find Ivan, but why did the other party not reply to him? Will there be any accidents.

Just when he was wondering, Hedwig suddenly flew to the side of the black cat that had been following him.

As soon as Ivan jumped onto the bed, he saw Hedwig sizing him up, his amber eyes were full of vigilance, then it seemed to see through his disguise, he cooed a few times, and came up to say hello to him intimately. Give the parchment on the feet to himself.

How strange is it that a cat is reading a letter!

Harry followed and sat on the bed, looking at Ivan absently.

He couldn't believe how much had happened within hours of leaving Privet Drive, that he hadn't been fired, and had two full weeks to live without the Dursleys.

But why didn't Aiwen reply to his letter? Did he also go abroad like Hermione and Ron, so that Hedwig couldn't send him the letter.

And this black cat that suddenly appeared, looking at Hedwig, seemed to know him.

Harry turned over and stretched out his hand to hug the cat, but the cat immediately avoided it and looked at him with dissatisfaction.Harry had never known a cat to have such human expressions, what a strange creature.

Then, he suddenly thought that he didn't know the name of the cat. If he planned to raise it, should he give the cat a name? !

Harry thought of a lot of names, and by the time the sky outside the window turned from a deep purple blue to a cold iron gray, he had already drifted off to sleep.

The next day, Harry was still asleep when he suddenly felt something pressing on him. He opened his eyes suddenly and found that it was Ivan who was pressing on him.

This startled him, and he lost all sleepiness immediately.

"Ivan, Ivan, wake up!" Harry pushed Ivan who was sleeping soundly, "When did you come here, did you see the letter I wrote to you, and...how did you run away? Come to my bed?!"

"Good morning, Harry!"

Ai Wen rubbed his eyes, and he found that he had changed back, and the magic power that had been exhausted had been fully recovered, and even had a considerable increase.

Seeing Harry staring at him, he hurriedly told him what happened, how his Animagus turned into a kitten, and how he was attacked by a black dog on the street.But one thing he didn't say was that the big black dog chasing him last night was actually Sirius Black.

"You, you said you turned the black cat last night?" Harry said in surprise, "No wonder I always thought it was weird, a normal cat wouldn't eat chocolate and scones, yes Bar?"

"That's right, I expected you to find out earlier." Ivan nodded, and under the other's gaze, he turned into a black cat and then changed back again.

"I should have thought of it earlier, this is the same as Professor McGonagall, what is this spell called?" Harry looked at Ivan enviously.

"Animagus!" Ivan said, "I hope you can help me keep it secret, Harry, I plan to use it as a killer weapon."

"No problem, I'll keep it a secret for you. But how did you do it, Professor McGonagall said it was a very complicated and dangerous spell?"

"I got a little help from Tom Riddle and Salazar Slytherin." Ivan sat up, "If you want to learn, I can teach you. The main difficulty lies in the accumulation of magic power. If you don't If there is an accident, you can probably learn this spell in a few years."

Next, Ivan talked to Harry about "Animagus" for a while.

After the two of them went downstairs for breakfast, he summoned Dobby the house elf.

Ivan was not found all night, and Dobby looked terrified. His fingers were covered with bandages, and he must have punished himself severely. He cried for a long time in front of the two people, which made Ivan I'm very sorry.

He comforted Dobby for a while before letting him go back and pack his luggage.

Then, he went out and called his mother again, telling her that he would live in Diagon Alley for the next two weeks until school started, so she wouldn't have to worry.Not surprisingly, Mrs. Mason scolded Ivan severely, and only reluctantly agreed to his request until the end.

Chapter 72 Diagon Alley and the Leaky Cauldron

In this way, with two weeks left in the summer vacation, Alvin and Harry lived in the Leaky Cauldron.

Compared to Harry's excitement, Ivan has more things to do.

In the next few days, he visited almost all the magic shops in Diagon Alley.He persuaded merchants to advertise in his own newspaper. Thanks to the increasing sales of "Hogwarts Wizardry Newspaper", many merchants were willing to do so, and the advertising cost paid was much higher than the initial one.

This gave Aiwen a lot of savings, and he bought himself a lot of things, such as potion materials that far exceeded the amount used by normal little wizards.

When preparing the compound decoction last semester, he recorded all the potion formulas in the book "Powerful Potion". There are many practical potions in it, which are very helpful for improving the combat ability.If you want to buy the finished product, you need a lot of Galleons, which is far less cost-effective than brewing it yourself.

In addition, he also bought a wonderful model of the active constellation.

With it, you don't have to take astronomy class in the future.Ivan was fed up with going to the towering astronomy tower every Wednesday night to freeze, especially considering that he still has a strong fear of heights, this feeling is even worse.

Next, he and Harry went shopping for items on the school inventory.

They first went to Mrs. Mojin's robe store to buy new robes. As soon as the two of them came out of the store, they saw a group of people crowded in front of a store.

They moved over curiously, and Ivan noticed that this was a Quidditch boutique store, and there was a beautifully made broom in the shop window.

"Firebolt, represents the highest level of craftsmanship of flying broomsticks! The broom handle is refined from ash wood, in a streamlined shape, extremely exquisite, treated with a polish as hard as a diamond, and has a registration number engraved by hand..."

Ivan just glanced at it and lost interest, but Harry next to him almost pressed his face to the glass window.

"Let's go, Harry! You already have a very good broom, there's no need to buy another one." Ivan thought of his parents giving him a Christmas present last year, a Nimbus 2001, which seemed to have changed since he received it. Was thrown under the school bed all the time.