Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

"It's going well, it's over." Ivan wrote the last letter.

"Let me take a look." Hermione picked up the parchment, and then noticed the content on it, the expression on her face gradually became surprised, "Oh my God, this is..."

Before she could express her opinion, Harry and Ron also walked into the common room. Contrary to Hermione and Colin's ease, they looked very bad.

"Guys, tonight is really terrible!" Ron explained in a monotonous voice, "After we left the auditorium, we first encountered Peeves throwing dung eggs in the innermost corridor on the third floor, and then we were suddenly Filch who showed up caught him, thought Harry and I did it, and insisted on taking us to his office."

"Wait, what are you doing there? I remember that there should be no one in that corridor." Ai Wen's heart moved, that corridor was the focus of his attention, because at the end of the corridor is the bathroom of Weeping Myrtle, where the entrance to the secret room is. .

He once tried to go there to find Crying Myrtle when no one was there, but was spotted by Filch's cat "Mrs. Norris" many times in a row, and then immediately caught by Filch, Aiwen had to waste a lot It is not an easy task to explain to the other party why you are going to the girls' bathroom.

"I seem to see Ginny passing by, but that's not the point." Ron waved his hand, "The point is that the two of us managed to escape from Filch and found Nick on the fifth floor, and he also agreed to convince the other ghosts Come and help us collect news, but the condition is..."

"Go to his [-]th death anniversary party, on Halloween." Harry's voice was also weak, "We have already promised!"

"Think about it, on Halloween, go to the basement to attend Nick's death-day party." Ron took a breath, and then found that besides Colin, Ivan and Hermione who were sitting by the fire seemed to be interested in this matter. Things are indifferent.

Ivan was thinking about Ginny, while Hermione was completely immersed in Ivan's story, and didn't hear what Ron was saying at all.

"What's going on with you two, I'm not surprised at all, this is a ghost gathering..." Ron didn't finish his sentence, Harry on the side pulled him carefully, and he noticed that Hermione's expression was a little abnormal , tightly holding the parchment in his hands, his eyes were red.

He stopped abruptly, not sure if he had provoked Hermione.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Harry asked softly.

"I'm fine, Harry!" Hermione looked up, wiping the corners of her eyes with her hands.

The next second, before everyone could react, she suddenly stood up and gave Harry a hug.

"Hermione, you..." Harry was at a loss.

"Harry, this is an article written by Ivan, you should read it." Hermione stuffed the parchment into Harry's hand.

Harry shifted his puzzled eyes to the parchment, and after three seconds, he realized what was written on it, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Ivan, these..."

"It's all true. I learned the truth from Mrs. Bathilda Bagshot." Ivan explained, "She has been living in Godric's Hollow and is your parents' neighbor. She witnessed everything that happened that day."

The atmosphere gradually became dull, and no one spoke.

"Please, can someone tell me what's going on?" Ron muttered dissatisfiedly, and Hermione hurriedly explained to him in a low voice.

After listening to Hermione's explanation, Ron looked at Harry, who was getting paler and paler, and said worriedly, "Harry, don't you know about your mother about what Ivan wrote?"

"I don't know, no one's ever told me that before," Harry answered in a trembling voice, trying to keep his tears from falling.

But it didn't seem to work, the words on the parchment seemed to appear in front of him as a real scene, Harry seemed to see that in that night, Voldemort killed his parents, and that period of childhood recurred in his dream green light and the cry of a woman.

"I'm sorry, Harry!" After a long time, Ivan whispered, before he noticed how much the things he wrote hurt Harry.

In the past ten years or so, Harry knew almost nothing about his parents, and it must be a very cruel thing for him to suddenly present the process of their death in detail.

"It's not your fault, Ivan, it's just that I used to..." Harry wiped the tears from his cheeks vigorously.

The anomaly in the corner quickly attracted the attention of others. Harry didn't want others to see him crying, so he turned around and ran to the bedroom, clutching the parchment tightly in his hand.

"Don't worry, give him to me." Ron followed and ran over.

On the sofa by the fireplace, there were only Ivan with a frustrated face, Hermione with red eyes, and Colin who hadn't figured out what happened.

"It's all my fault. I wrote about Harry's mother without first asking for his permission."

"Actually, I think your writing is very good." Hermione came over and hugged Ivan, "Harry just needs some time to digest this matter."

Hearing Hermione's comfort, Ivan's mood improved somewhat. He took Bathilda Bagshot's reply letter to Hermione, and the two discussed what happened that day, and the topic gradually turned to the content and layout of other newspaper articles.

As time passed, Colin sat for a while and left because he had to process the photos, while Hermione stayed until midnight before going back to sleep with the thick parchment in his arms.

When the fire was about to burn out, Ivan was the only one left in the common room. Then, he saw Ginny crawl in awkwardly.

She looked very embarrassed, as if she had just fought with a troll, her robe was covered with dust, her face was paler than Harry's, with no trace of blood in sight.

Ai Wen's heart sank suddenly, could it be that the secret room has been opened!

"Ginny, you..."

"Don't worry, Evan!"

Behind Ginny, Fred crawled in, "Ginny followed us to confirm a newly discovered secret passage, and encountered a little trouble."

"Peeves discovered a box full of big dung eggs. It was a disaster. Fortunately, we ran fast." George also climbed in.

"I hope Filch can handle it!" Ginny nodded in agreement.

Hearing their explanation, Ivan was relieved. He thought that Ginny was controlled by Tom Riddle and went to the secret room, but now it seems that this is not the case at all.

It was very late, and after they ate some chocolate, they went back to sleep. Standing outside their bedroom, Ivan frowned and watched as Ginny's figure gradually disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

"Ginny, do you know Tom Riddle?" Ivan murmured suddenly.

"What did you say?" Ginny stopped, she didn't seem to hear clearly, and it took a long time before she responded in a low voice.

"No, nothing, good night." Ivan turned and entered the bedroom.

"Good night, Ivan!" Under the candlelight, the girl's brown eyes were extremely bright.

Chapter 20 Cowardly and Humble

Aiwen slept very restlessly all night and had many dreams.

He first dreamed that he returned to Godric's Hollow 12 years ago. On that dark and silent night, he watched Voldemort kill Harry's parents. He wanted to help them, but he was powerless.

Immediately afterwards, he dreamed of Ginny again, the girl fell powerlessly in front of him, her body was as cold as a corpse, and young Voldemort——Tom Riddle stood beside her with a look of sarcasm and complacency, laughing at his little Tricks are completely vulnerable in the face of absolute strength.

Ivan pulled out his wand with great effort, but was knocked away by Tom Riddle in an instant, and the next second, a green light flew towards him, and he sat up suddenly from the bed.

After waking up from the dream, Ivan was drenched in sweat all over his body.

It was just getting bright outside, and he lay down again panting heavily, as if he realized that he was too weak to be Voldemort's opponent at all.

Fortunately he still had time, and even luckier they had Dumbledore on their side, the only wizard Voldemort feared.

Aiwen gradually calmed down, improving his strength needs to be done step by step. It is impossible for him to learn advanced magic as soon as he comes into contact with it, and become comparable to Voldemort and Dumbledore.The most urgent task now is to consider how to defeat the basilisk and deal with that diary.

"The basilisk seems to be afraid of the crowing of the rooster, should I..."

Just when Ivan was thinking wildly, he suddenly heard rustling sounds from the corner of the room, and someone broke in.

"Fluorescence flickering!" Ai Wen suddenly picked up the magic wand beside the bed, looking ahead vigilantly.

It was a brownish-green creature with a dirty pillowcase, a house-elf, cleaning up a room.The light on Aiwen's wand frightened him greatly. He stared at his pitiful big eyes and stood there for three seconds before letting out a suppressed scream and disappearing into the air.

On the four-poster bed next to him, Colin rolled over and continued to sleep.

Ivan couldn't fall asleep anyway, he sighed, and thought of Voldemort again, maybe in Voldemort's eyes, he was as humble as the house elf just now.

This feeling was very bad, and Ivan simply put on his robe and quietly got up from the bed.

Hogwarts was extremely quiet in the early morning. The portraits on both sides of the corridor were sleeping, and no one could be seen.Ivan was walking in the empty castle. For some reason, he suddenly wanted to see the sunrise.

Ivan held his breath and walked straight up the stairs. There was the top of the castle, and he had never been there before.

When he climbed the last step, Aiwen saw a large circular room with elegant arched windows on the wall, decorated with blue and bronze silk around it, and an old bare building directly opposite. A wooden panel with a bronze door knocker in the shape of a questioning eagle.

That was the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room, and Ivan didn't approach it. He walked to the balcony protruding from the window on the left, from which he could see the beautiful scenery outside the castle.

In the next second, Ivan noticed that someone had come here one step ahead of him.

A breeze blew by, and the morning sun slowly rose from the horizon at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. With the golden sun, Ivan saw a beautiful blonde girl sitting on the edge of the balcony.The girl has an indescribable ethereal temperament, like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world.

"Good morning, Ivan!" Luna turned around and said calmly, as if she had expected him to appear here.

"Good morning, Luna!" Ivan breathed a sigh of relief, walked to her side and sat down, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm writing an article on the hunt for the Crooked Snork for your newspaper."

Aiwen didn't know how to answer. It stands to reason that he should be happy if someone contributed an article, but when he thought of the content "how to find the horned snoring beast", he couldn't be happy at all.

"Inspiration often appears most easily in the morning!" Luna put the parchment aside and stared at Ivan with her foggy protruding eyes, "Are you also here to find inspiration, no, you look Do you seem to have something on your mind?"

"Um, that's right!" Ivan hesitated, and continued, "I just feel that in the face of the cruel reality, human power is too small. Even if I know everything, I can't change anything."

Aiwen spoke vaguely, and he wasn't sure if Luna could understand it.

The two stared at each other for a while, before Luna said in that peculiar trance voice, "Strength is not absolute. Being able to face one's cowardice and humbleness is also a kind of courage, isn't it?"

"Yes!" Ivan nodded, courage is the most important thing.

"However, compared with strength and courage, I believe in wisdom more." Luna said in a singing voice, "Extraordinary ingenuity is the greatest wealth of human beings."

This is the second time Ivan heard Luna say this sentence. He specifically checked it when he went back yesterday. It was the last sentence of Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw before her death. It has been used for centuries. Later generations sang.

Maybe this is a famous saying, but Ivan didn't know how it would help defeat Voldemort.

"My mother once told me that before embarking on this road of life, the important thing is to choose the right direction, and then no matter how many doubts and opposition voices are filled, we must go on unswervingly and pursue our own. Faith, fearless and difficult, heart to the sun, blooming their own light."

On the towering Hogwarts tower, Luna's voice came over lightly like the clouds beside her, making Ivan feel dazed for a while.

"Direction?!" It wasn't long before he realized it, and asked subconsciously, "Your mother?"

"Yes!" Luna said simply. "She was a wonderful witch who liked to do experiments. One day her spell failed and she just died. I was nine years old."

"Sorry, Luna!"

"It's okay, Ivan!" Luna continued in one breath, "After all, I have met her, although I still feel uncomfortable sometimes, but I still have my father. What I want to say is that you are not alone. Difficulties can be shared, and we can solve them together.”

"You're right, I'm not alone." Ai Wen nodded if he realized something.

In fact, ever since he knew that he had traveled to the wizarding world of Harry Potter, Ivan had always felt a deep sense of anxiety, always putting himself on the opposite side of Voldemort, ignoring the existence of other people.

Hearing Luna's words, he thought of Harry, Ron, Hermione and everyone. In the original book, Harry relied on everyone's help to finally defeat the mighty Voldemort. Even though it cost a lot, he still won in the end up.

Now that he is here, those tragic things will definitely be avoided.

"Believe your friends, maybe they can't do anything earth-shattering, but they will make up many ordinary, almost negligible but essential details." Luna's voice came over at the right time, "Helga Hech Patch's famous quote, I think he has a good point. I sometimes think that maybe everyone should be assigned to Hufflepuff, he seems to be the smartest of the four founders."

"Thank you, Luna!" Ivan felt much better.

"You're welcome, do you want to go to the Ravenclaw common room with me?" Luna stood up, "We can read "The Quibbler" together, it's a magazine written by my father, maybe it can give you Bring some inspiration."

"Oh, no need, I'm a little hungry, I want to go downstairs to eat some pudding!" Ivan shook his head, although he was very grateful to Luna and was very interested in Ravenclaw's common room, but he didn't want to see it. What "The Quibbler".

Chapter 21 To Hogsmeade

Maybe Luna's words played a role, maybe Ivan's mentality changed, and after breakfast, things started to develop for the better.

Harry returned the parchment, and he agreed to publish his mother's article in the newspaper. Although it was easy to say, Ivan still noticed that the parchment was full of tears. Last night must have been very difficult for him.

But the little lion of Gryffindor never lacks the courage to face difficulties.

Harry recovered quickly, and he was very grateful to Ivan for letting him know what happened on the day his parents died.Ivan sent him Bathilda Bagshot's reply letter, and Harry put it away very solemnly.

After two herbal medicine classes, Ivan followed the freshmen to the castle for flying lessons.

Ever since he came into contact with the broomstick in the Weasley family during the summer vacation, Ivan discovered that he had a strong fear of heights. After he explained the situation to Mrs. Hooch, he was allowed to stand aside without flying.

This made those Slytherin freshmen extremely frustrated. According to the fine tradition of the two houses, they originally planned to find an opportunity to teach Ivan a lesson in this class.

Now that they had no chance, they set their sights on other Gryffindor freshmen. The thin and small Colin was the focus of care, but with the excellent performance of Ivan's roommate Vicky Frobisher, they did not take advantage of it. how cheap.

Everyone was rampaging on broomsticks, and the flying class ended in a chaotic farce. Except for Ivan, the freshmen of Gryffindor and Slytherin were all severely reprimanded by Mrs. Hooch, and each buckled down. five points.

Seeing Vicky's flying talent, Ivan thought he could recommend him to the Gryffindor Quidditch team. This guy will definitely become an excellent goalkeeper, provided he doesn't care so much about his appearance.

But he soon ran out of energy to think about these things, and as the time for the first issue of the "Hogwarts Wizarding News" got closer and closer, Hermione became more and more hysterical.

Now, for the rest of Gryffindor, she has completely replaced Snape as the scariest person, which Ivan feels the most.

In the next few days, under the supervision of Hermione, he spent almost all his time in the library. The two of them reviewed and revised all the manuscripts over and over again, so that he could only finish his classwork after ten o'clock in the evening .

Likewise, Harry and Ron complained that Hermione didn't lend them their homework, but they kept their mouths shut under the latter's glare.

Compared with Ivan, they are simply too lucky, as long as they complete an article introducing Hogwarts Quidditch.

Everyone was busy preparing manuscripts, but Hermione was still dissatisfied, and she complained the most about the magic academic communication section.

"Ivan, so far, we have only received two submissions." Hermione took out two long pieces of parchment, "One is "The Current Situation and Development History of the Crucible" written by Percy, and the other is about the "How to Find the Crooked Snork" by Luna Lovegood, Venklaw."

The Crucible and the Horned Snork, Aven couldn't tell which was worse, or both.

"If there is no other choice, let's post Luna's article first." Ai Wen stopped the quill, "Her father ran a magazine called "The Quibbler", which specially published such articles. Yes, there are probably many people who like to watch this kind of stuff."

"Oh, really?!" Hermione's voice was full of doubts.