Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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In a blink of an eye, only Harry and Walpole were left there, still talking forcefully about "Harry Potter".

"Harry, dear boy, as long as we cooperate, how much money you can make, you can't imagine..."

"I'm not really interested," said Harry firmly. "I'm going to find my friend, sorry."

As he said, he hurried to Ivan, Hermione, and Luna.

He was fast, for he saw Slughorn looking around, obviously looking for him.

When Hermione got the autograph, Harry panted and trotted over, pointing in one direction and said, "That's awful, isn't it? Slughorn is looking for us, and he must be trying to introduce someone to us." .Go that way, let's find a place where no one is around to get through these few hours."

The four pushed their way across the room, grabbing goblets of mead.

But this direction was not good, and by the time they found Professor Trelawney standing there alone, it was too late.

Slughorn invited Professor Trelawney. Although she is so unreliable, her family is still very famous in the wizarding world, especially her famous ancestor, the fortune teller Cassandra Trelawney.

"Hello, Professor!" Luna said politely. Unlike Ivan, Harry, and Hermione, she has always preferred divination.

"Good evening, dear." Professor Trelawney struggled to see Luna clearly. She smelled very strongly of sherry cooking wine. "Fate has directed us to meet tonight, but I haven't see you……"

"Well, I took Firenze's class this year," Luna said.

"Oh, of course!" Professor Trelawney narrowed her eyes, and she gave a drunken laugh with anger, "I like to call him a horse, you may think that Professor Dumbledore will send the horse away when I come back Right? But no, we've got to split the class. It's insulting, seriously, insulting, you know..."

Professor Trelawney, who seemed too drunk to recognize the others, took Luna by the arm while she lashed out at Firenze.

Ivan, they just got rid of Slughorn and the troublesome Elaine, he didn't feel the need to waste the whole night here listening to Professor Trelawney's not-so-fair evaluation of Firenze, he pulled Rach Min's sleeve moved back a few steps.

He felt that he could take his leave and leave. Although Slughorn used the expansion spell on his office, it was still a bit crowded with so many people crowded in at once. Under Hagrid's arrangement, the atmosphere inside the castle was no better than How much worse here is, the key is that it is quiet enough to be undisturbed.

He was going to lead the rare and beautiful Hermione to find a place where no one was around, and do some things that everyone loved to do.

But before he could move, Cormac McLaggen pushed his way through the crowd.

He'd come to talk to Harry about Quidditch, and he'd been bitter about his loss.

From what he had done not so long ago, it could be seen that he has not given up, as he prepares to succeed Ron as Gryffindor's goalkeeper.

This annoying guy is going to take this opportunity to have a good communication with Harry.

He yelled the names of Ivan, Harry, and Hermione loudly, which reminded Professor Trelawney all of a sudden, realizing that Ivan Mason and Harry Potter were right in front of her.

"Ewen Mason, Harry Potter!" cried Professor Trelawney, interrupting McLaggen's speech in that deep, echoing voice that nearly shook most of the room. hear.

"Hello!" said Harry nonchalantly.

"Good evening, Professor!" Ivan followed, Hermione snorted and said nothing.

There is a deep conflict between her and Professor Trelawney, but Professor Trelawney also acts as if she doesn't exist.

"My dear children, it is a pleasure to meet you!" she said, in a small voice that carried far, "I have been meaning to tell you that during the past year I have seen countless signs of that terrible The Dark Lord and what you do. Yes, I know all about it."

Gradually, no one spoke in the room. At this time, everyone was extremely sensitive to Voldemort's affairs.

Especially since these words were uttered by a fortune teller, everyone was very interested.

Not everyone knows that Professor Trelawney is a liar, and not everyone dismisses divination.

Chapter 1391 Rotten Tooth Conspiracy

This cannot be said to be a superstition. Although there are fewer and fewer real fortune tellers, they did exist in history.

As the oldest branch of magic, divination has always been an inseparable part of the magic world.

Because of ignorance, because of mystery, because of awe of the future, fortune tellers are often very respected.

Now, many wizards looked at Professor Trelawney with complex and awed eyes.

"Yes, I've known the increasingly clear omens, and they're always bad," said Professor Trelawney in a characteristic tone. Many, including death."

She paused for a while, and there was a messy sound of breathing in the room, and someone accidentally broke the cup.

Ai Wen sighed helplessly, would it be impolite if he proposed to leave at this time?

"Why didn't you come to my divination class this semester?" She continued, "I learned from the principal that you gave up this class. It was even more disappointing at Hogwarts. You should know that this class is especially important to you!"

Why did they give up divination? Don't you have points in your heart?

Death, death, death, they got nothing out of the class except the threat of death.

Because I heard Professor Trelawney make a real prophecy, Ivan had hoped for it.

But it was later proved that such a thing as a true prophecy is rare, and he couldn't be with Professor Trelawney 24 hours a day.

Therefore, Ivan decided to give up.

A large part of Professor Trelawney's prediction that Voldemort will gain power beyond ordinary people's imagination has come true.Voldemort has indeed returned again. With the help of Keresis and the statue of the evil god, he has obtained the terrible magic left by Slytherin himself. He is on the way to become an inhuman monster. If he succeeds, it will indeed be beyond The powerful power imagined by ordinary people, the power of evil gods.

Although there is still a point that has not been fully matched, Ai Wen thought about it carefully and felt that it was not a problem.

Even true prophecies are not clear and accurate, and there are many ambiguities in them.

Therefore, the dark temple, the servant who will help Voldemort, probably refers to the fallen centaur temple in the Albanian forest and Keresis, the vampire leader who was helping Voldemort at that time, it can be said...

What needs to be done now is to defeat Voldemort, and Ivan feels that this process does not require Professor Trelawney's prophecy.

"You really should choose divination class. If you need it, children, you only need one sentence..."

"Ah, Sybil, we all think our class is the most important!" said a booming voice, and Slughorn appeared on the other side of Professor Trelawney, flushed, velvet hat a little askew, holding Mead, holding a huge piece of mince pie in one hand, "But the three of us in front of us all performed well in Potions class. Especially Harry, he is a rare magician." Genius in medicine. Yes, Alvin and Hermione are doing very well, but there is still a distance from Harry. I don't think I have ever met such a student. His savvy in potions has surpassed mine Imagine!"

He looked at Harry with loving, albeit bloodshot eyes, and a smug smile on his face.

"Talented, like your mother! No, it should be stronger than your mother. Really, I have only taught a few students as talented as you in my life, but I can tell you, Harry, you are the most Great, even Severus..."

The air froze here, Harry opened his eyes wide and took half a step back, as if he had been greatly frightened.

Immediately, Alvin saw something that scared him.

Slughorn stretched out an arm and seemed to hook Snape out of the air.

"Don't be sneaky, come talk to us, Severus!" Slughorn said, hiccupping happily, "I was talking about Harry's special talent in Potions! It's fantastic, I I am very optimistic about him. Of course, of course, you are also responsible for this, you have taught him for five years!"

Snape was pinned by Slughorn's arms around his shoulders, unable to move.

His eyes fell on Ivan along the hooked nose, and then quickly moved away to look at Harry.

The black eyes narrowed, seeming to study him.

"Funny, I never felt like I taught Potter anything."

"Oh, that's genius!" exclaimed Slughorn, "you didn't see the Potion of Living Hell he gave me in the first class, never saw a student do it better than him the first time , I think even you, Severus..."

"Really?" Snape said quietly, his eyes fixed on Harry like drill holes.

Harry was a little uneasy, lest Snape go after the source of his new talent in potions.

Hermione frowned, and Ivan also felt that Harry was indeed a little carried away.

He relied too much on that book, and Ivan once reminded him to use the content above carefully, preferably as a reference, but Harry didn't listen.

Well, he hadn't expected Slughorn to think so highly of Harry either.

"Remind me, dear, what else did you take, Harry?" Slughorn asked.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration, Herbal Medicine..."

"In a word, all the lessons one needs to learn to be an Auror," said Snape, with a slight sneer.

"Yes, I just want to be an Auror," said Harry defiantly, looking bravely at Snape.

Torn between the Quidditch star and the Auror for a long time, he finally decided to follow his original idea of ​​becoming an Auror, if he could do it.

He thought he should try, like Sirius.

"I don't think you should be an Auror, Harry," said Luna unexpectedly, and everyone looked at her.

"what?"

"Don't you know? Aurors are part of the rotten tooth conspiracy, I thought everyone knew." Luna said in a natural tone.

"What rotten tooth plot?" Hermione asked subconsciously.

"It's about bringing down the Ministry from within, using the dark arts and gum disease, with the Aurors as their accomplices."

Many people who were paying attention to this conversation laughed, Luna's joke was quite funny, but Snape obviously didn't think so, he stared at Harry maliciously, and didn't intend to let him go, Snape was about to get to the bottom of it, but fortunately at this moment, Filch walked towards him grabbing Draco Malfoy's ear.

"Professor Slughorn," Filch said wheezingly, the flesh on his jaw twitching, and the goldfish's eyes flashed with that crazy light that catches students mischievous, "I found this boy hiding upstairs. In the corridor, did you send him an invitation?"

Chapter 1392 Snape's Fear

In the past, Filch and Malfoy had a good relationship.

But now, he acted as if he had never met Malfoy before, with a businesslike attitude.

Malfoy wrenched free of Filch's grip, looking distraught.

"Okay, he didn't invite me." He said angrily, "I want to break in, are you happy?"

"No, I'm not happy!" said Filch, which did not match the smug look on his face. "You're in trouble, boy! Didn't the headmaster say you're not allowed to walk around at night without permission? Huh?"

"It doesn't matter, Argus, it doesn't matter." Slughorn waved his hand and said, "It's Christmas, it's not a sin to want to go to the party, let's forget it this time, it's not an example. Draco, you can stay."

Filch's expression of indignation and disappointment was to be expected, but Malfoy was almost equally unhappy.

There was another unhappy person, Snape looked at Malfoy with anger and a little fear.

Um, scared?

Ivan turned to Snape, his appearance had never been seen before, but it was fleeting.

Ivan narrowed his eyes, Snape should know about Malfoy's mission, but why was he angry and scared?

Not surprisingly, he should have assisted Malfoy, even if it was an impossible task.

Other things aside, Snape had a good personal relationship with the Malfoys.

He was Lucius' junior at school, and it is said that he received a lot of care, whether it was in the Hogwarts circle or as a Death Eater.He is also Draco's godfather, which is enough to prove the relationship between the two parties.So, even if Malfoy received this impossible task from Voldemort, he would assist.

Of course he was willing to assist, and he would pass this information on to Dumbledore.

Seeing that Malfoy appeared tonight, maybe he planned to carry out a second operation.

Snape would be angry, because he didn't know about the action before, because Malfoy didn't tell him.

Perhaps, he didn't trust Snape at all now, but was acting alone.

Judging from what happened last time, Malfoy's solo actions were thoughtless and crazy.

He probably didn't hurt Dumbledore, but killed the others first.

This is probably why Snape was afraid, after all, no one wants to face a madman...

Ivan's eyes moved from Snape to Malfoy, and Harry was also staring at him.

It was the first time they had seen Malfoy up close since school started, and he looked a little sick, with deep dark circles under his eyes and noticeably greyish skin.

Is this a change caused by high mental tension, or is it some other factor?

Except maybe really because of too much pressure, crazy.There are many behaviors and black magic that can make a person become like this, even more decadent and sick. Ivan guessed maliciously that maybe Malfoy was due to excessive consumption of energy and mana...

By this time, Filch had turned and shuffled away, muttering under his breath.

Malfoy had also put together a smiling face to thank Slughorn for his leniency, and Snape's expression was unfathomably calm again.

"Nothing, nothing." Slughorn said, waving his hand, "After all, I knew your grandfather..."

"He's always spoken highly of you, sir," said Malfoy quickly. "He's told me many times that you're the best potions expert he's ever known…"

"I have something to tell you, Draco," Snape said suddenly.

"Gee, Severus," said Slughorn, belching, "Christmas, don't be so harsh!"

"I'm his headmaster, and it's up to me to decide whether to be strict or not." Snape said briefly, "Come with me, Draco."

The two left, with Snape leading and Malfoy following angrily.

"Severus is always like this." Slughorn burped again, "Come on boys, you really should try this mince pie, I have a few famous people to introduce Do you know each other?"

"Sorry, Professor, I want to go to the bathroom, and I'll do it when I go," said Harry, turning and slipping into the crowd.

Ivan and Hermione looked at each other, Harry must be planning to eavesdrop on the conversation between Malfoy and Snape.

Neither of them wanted to stay here, at the mercy of Slughorn.