Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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Chapter 1005 Teacher Hermione

These things are tedious, and Ron can't stop complaining.

Like when they went to oversee decorating the castle or hanging the streamers, he said Peeves grabbed the other end and strangled him.

Looking after the first and second graders, he would complain that they had thick skins, and he was definitely not that presumptuous in the first grade.

Patrolling with Filch, Ron's evaluation of him was that the guy had a lot of shit in his head, and he was just making trouble with students.

Hermione didn't complain, but was just as irritated that she didn't have time to free the poor house-elf!

She has high hopes for this event, although so far, there has been no successful example.

As Christmas is approaching, DA activities can only be suspended during the holidays, and almost all members have to spend the holidays with their families.

This upset Harry because he had nowhere else to go, and for the first time he really wanted to leave Hogwarts for the holidays.

Somehow, Hermione's parents decided to take her skiing this year, and they also invited Alvin.

In fact, it wasn't just Alvin, they also invited his parents.

It wasn't until this time that he realized that since the last time they met, both parents had been in contact very frequently in private.

So under the decision of both parents, they will go skiing in an isolated town in Austria this Christmas holiday.

It is undoubtedly inappropriate to do this kind of thing at this time, but Aiwen has no way to refuse.

This is a joint activity of the families of both parties, and there is no option for Aiwen to refuse.

Ron was going back to the Burrow himself, which actually made Harry jealous for days, until he asked Ron how he planned to get home for Christmas, and Ron said, "You too! Didn't I tell you, Mum?" I wrote to invite you a few weeks ago!"

Harry's heart soared, it was great to spend Christmas at the Burrow instead of being left alone at Hogwarts or 12 Grimmauld Place, although he actually wanted to be with Sirius , but the Burrow wasn't bad, and he hadn't spent Christmas at the wizard's house yet.

On the last night before the holiday, Hermione was excitedly flipping through the travel brochure of Austrian ski towns sent by the Grangers.

After they left Hogwarts tomorrow, they gathered at Ivan's house, and then set off for Austria by plane.

It's rare that Hermione didn't mention the study, but focused on discussing the snow mountain scenery and skiing with Ivan.

She can't ski, and neither can Ivan, but Ivan thinks it shouldn't be too difficult to use magic secretly.

At the side, Harry talked about Qiu with Ron, Colin, and Neville.

He didn't want to say it at first, but not long ago, before the last DA activity, when he was alone with Qiu in the Room of Requirement, he was accidentally bumped by the three of them, and Qiu was crying uncontrollably on his shoulder screen.

It was so embarrassing that Harry swore he had absolutely nothing to say or do.

Since the match with Hufflepuff, Cho has been crying recently, and her mood is very unstable.

"What did you do to her?" Ron asked interestedly. "Scared her to tears?"

"I didn't do anything!" Harry said wearily, and a little unsure, "It might be me, too."

"Of course not." Hermione said casually, without raising her head, she was still looking at the travel album in her hand.

"How do you know?" Ron asked sharply.

"Because Cho has been crying for half of the time recently!" Hermione said vaguely, "Crying after class, crying during meals, crying in the bathroom, crying everywhere, don't you understand Qiu's mood now?"

"I don't understand." Harry and Ron said in unison, and Ivan also shook his head. In his impression, Qiu is a girl who loves to laugh and is always full of joy. The picture of Germaud and the other party getting to know each other.

Of course, it was also because of Qiu that Ivan and Hermione entered Madam Puddieff's teahouse for the first time.

It's such a pity that the two of them did nothing for such expensive tea and pastries!

Now that I think about it, that place actually has quite an atmosphere, so I might consider going there again.

"Obviously, she is very sad because of Cedric's matter." Hermione sighed, put down the picture album in her hand, and was about to tell these emotionally retarded little whites, "At the same time, I think she is a little confused , because she used to like Cedric, and now she may like Harry, and she can't tell which one she likes the most."

"You think she might like me?" Harry said in surprise.

"Yeah, as long as you are not blind, you can see that the two of you have gotten very close recently. She is trying to accept you and has a crush on you." Hermione said, "Otherwise, why do you think you met alone before the DA event?" To Qiu, there are so many coincidences, she must have inquired about your whereabouts."

"Is Cho actually waiting for me?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"Of course it is, but it looks like you missed the opportunity!" said Hermione.

She didn't say a word. In fact, Qiu actually has a crush on Aiwen, and that's probably all.

The two of them hadn't made any real progress. After the relationship between Aiwen and Hermione was made public, Qiu almost gave up.

After that, she seemed to want to accept Harry, but hesitated.

"As well as being confused, she worried about what people would say if she and Harry were on good terms. Also, she might not be able to figure out her feelings for Harry, because Cedric and Harry disappeared after the accident said Hermione, "so it's all very conflicted and painful, and oh, and she's afraid of getting kicked off the Ravenclaw Quidditch team because she's been flying so badly lately. You've all seen Ravenclaw and The Hufflepuff game is over, and the Snitch is right under her nose, and she can't even catch it."

Hermione's words seemed to have stunned all the boys present, especially Harry, who couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Then, suddenly, Ron said, "One can't have that many emotions at the same time, it'd explode."

"Just because you only have a teaspoon of affection doesn't mean everyone has that," Hermione sarcastically picked up her ski album again.

"What should I do now?" Harry hesitated, and decided to humbly ask Hermione for advice.

After all, she seemed to know a lot, and she was more reliable than Ivan, Ron, Colin, and Neville combined.

"The answer is obvious. You should take the initiative and go out with her at this time." Hermione said indifferently, buried in her picture album, "Go to the woods, Hogsmeade village, late-night classroom or iron In the pot, spend a few hours alone with her, and then seize the opportunity. Of course, after so many things happened just now, she will expect you to ask her out, and you also have many opportunities, whether you can grasp it depends on yourself!"

"What if he doesn't want to ask her out?" Ron kept staring at Harry with an unusual shrewdness on his face.

"Don't be stupid!" said Hermione vaguely. "Harry already liked her, didn't he, Harry?"

Harry didn't answer, yes, he had liked Qiu for a long time, but he didn't know how to deal with Qiu who was crying.

He was used to how Qiu smiled, and he had no experience with Qiu like this.

Maybe, he should ask Hermione more.

Chapter 1006 The real dream

But Hermione didn't want to talk to him anymore, and the next thing was completely summed up by herself in actual combat.

Anyway, Harry would know what to do if he asked Cho out!

Ai Wen didn't know anything at the beginning, but he became very proficient soon. This is a self-taught skill.

All she can think about now is how to play with Aiwen in the snow mountain, as well as skiing, and she doesn't want to talk about Qiu anymore.

If someone had to teach him how to kiss, Harry wouldn't ask girls out!

But in fact, Harry really needs someone to teach him how to kiss a girl...

"In short, you ask her out first!" Ivan finally concluded, encouraging Harry to take the first step.

"Find a place where no one is around," said Ron, and began to share his experience with Lavender.

"For example, the grove, Hogsmeade village, classrooms late at night, or inside iron pots..." Ivan also shared his experience.

"That's right, these places are all good. When the time comes, Harry, you must have the courage to kiss her, and she will take the initiative to respond to you. It's not too difficult." Ron continued in a very understanding voice. Said, "If she agrees to go out with you, she is ready to kiss you, and then..."

Neville and Colin sat and listened, feeling that these things were so, so far away from them.

Hermione didn't interrupt, and the four boys discussed for a while, and Harry felt that nothing they said was feasible, and it just made him more confused.

After 10 minutes, several people separated and went back to sleep.

Harry, Ron, and Neville took off their robes and put on their pajamas in silence, while Dean and Seamus were already asleep.

Harry put his glasses on the bedside table, got under the covers, but didn't draw the curtains, but stared blankly at the starry sky outside the window beside Neville's bed.

He was still thinking about Cho, and what Hermione had said to him.

"Good night," said Ron from his right.

"Good night," said Harry, and maybe next time, if there was a next time, he should ask her out.

She might have been expecting him to speak and was angry with him now, or she might have been lying in bed crying for Cedric.

He didn't know what to think, and Hermione's explanation seemed to complicate rather than make sense.

Think about it, what can they do in a deserted grove, a classroom late at night, or an iron pot? !

Neither Ivan nor Hermione elaborated, and Harry couldn't figure it out.

Ron said a lot, but it was obviously not feasible. Qiu seemed not as open as Lavender.

This should be taught in school, he thought, turning over, a girl's mind, at least it's much more useful than a divination class.

Neville soon fell into a deep sleep, sniffling in his sleep as an owl hooted in the distance.

Harry dreamed that he had returned to the room where the DA was meeting. It was late at night, and there were only him and Qiu in the room.

Cho blames him for tricking her into coming, saying he promised to give her 150 chocolate frog cards if she came.

Harry defended, saying he hadn't.

Cho cried, "Cedric gave me lots and lots of chocolate frog pictures, look!"

She took handfuls of cards out of her robes and threw them in the air, and then she was Hermione again.

Hermione said, "You promised her, Harry! I think you'd better get her something else. How about your Firebolt?"

Harry argues that he can't give the Firebolt to Cho because Umbridge has taken it, and it's all absurd.

He just came to DA's room to hang some Christmas balls in the shape of Dobby's head.

Then, the dream changed!

He had thought it was that dark hallway and that door again, and he was starting to tire of the dream, but it wasn't.

This time, he felt as if he had become Dobby's head, no, a solid spherical statue, or something like that.

He was placed on a dark, cold, slanted and curved stone. The stone was a rare dark golden color, and above it was a hazy starry sky.

You can see a full moon in the sky, the moon is covered by dark clouds, and the light is dim.

Harry heard the sound of the waves, and smelled a very fishy smell. He thought it was the smell of sea water, but it was wrong.

Harry soon discovered that it was the smell of blood.

He looked down, and by the dim moonlight, he vaguely saw many flesh and blood corpses around him, some of house elves, some of magical animals, some of fire dragons, and many of humans, they were cold Put it there, motionless, staring blankly ahead.

The common feature of these corpses is that they are very fresh, as if they have just been killed.

They were piled together, piled up in front of Harry, as if sacrificed to him.

He felt his blood turn cold all of a sudden, he didn't understand why there were so many corpses here, what was going on in this dream?

He wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound, and everything around him became extraordinarily real.

In the sky, dark clouds drifted slowly, and the bright white moonlight fell down.

Harry could see clearly this time, not far from him, Voldemort was sitting there, he had thought it was part of a mass of corpses.

Voldemort had a black hood on his head, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but Harry recognized him at a glance, as if looking at himself in a mirror.

It was repulsively familiar, and Harry didn't know why it felt that way.

As he looked at the motionless Voldemort, the scar on his forehead began to ache, getting worse, an ominous sign...

He forced his eyes to look away, and the other corpses in the room were also very clear under the moonlight.

They were all tortured before they died, and the expressions on their faces were extremely distorted, bearing traces of pain. This was a scene that would only appear in hell.

There was a loud noise, Voldemort still did not move, Harry raised his head hastily.

In the sky, a shadow suddenly appeared below the moon.

Harry swears, he watched it for three seconds before he was sure what it was. It was a weird ship with a dragon head statue as a symbol on the bow, a slender hull, a huge mast erected in the middle, and a square hanging on it. type of sail.

In the sky not far from the ship, there is also an exquisite golden door with intricate patterns carved on it, and it comes out of the door.

This dream is getting more and more strange, what is going on? !

Soon, the moon was covered by dark clouds again, and everything around became dim.

Harry didn't understand, he was transformed into a statue, with Voldemort sitting beside him, surrounded by tortured bodies.

There is also the strange big ship that suddenly appeared in the sky, giving people a gloomy and terrifying feeling.

Uneasy doubts mounted, and Harry tried to force himself to wake up, but failed.

In an instant, he began to clearly feel his own breathing, heavy breathing, which was really strange, how could the statue breathe? !

Along with his breathing, something in the surrounding flesh and blood was slowly sucked by him, like a dementor.

The blood was boiling, and Harry could clearly feel that he or the thing he had turned into was absorbing the essence of flesh and blood.