Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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"Hermione is right, and it's not entirely a bad thing. I think this way there will be time for fighting training. At least everyone in Gryffindor has free time!" Ivan said, "We can start as soon as possible, tomorrow How was the evening?"

"I'm fine with that!" said Harry immediately, which somehow made him feel better.

At least they were fighting against Umbridge and the Ministry of Magic, which seemed to be his only sustenance at the moment.

"We have no objection, if I don't start again, I will forget everything I learned before!" Fred said.

"Yeah, you know, there are so many things waiting for us to do every day." George agreed.

"Okay, let's inform other people tomorrow. If you have time, ask them to go to the Room of Response on the eighth floor one after another after dinner." Aiwen said, "Hermione and I are ready, a formal training venue and Everything about it."

For the rest of the night, Ivan and the others were discussing Hagrid and Glop.

Harry isn't making much progress with his Potions homework, he's having trouble concentrating, and the room is utterly noisy: After countless attempts, Fred and George have finally perfected a quick-acting skipping candy, which they're addressing to the booing crowd demo.

George was yelling, holding a clipboard to write down the order information, and Fred bit the orange end first, and immediately vomited into the bucket in front of him, then swallowed the purple end, and vomited. stop immediately.

Every once in a while, Lee Jordan lazily emptied the vomit with the Vanishing Charm.

With the vomit, the cheers, and the orders being placed on Fred and George, Harry could barely concentrate on writing the correct formula for the enhancer.

Like him, Hermione has been sneering dissatisfiedly, not even talking about giants!

"Aren't you going to stop them?" Ivan asked, and Hermione was very uncomfortable with Fred and George's experiments.

She had threatened to tell Mrs. Weasley about it, but she had only talked.

Chapter 978 Research and Reorganization Success

"I can't, they haven't made any technical mistakes!" Hermione gritted her teeth, "It's their own right to eat dirty things, and I can't find a rule that other idiots can't buy it unless it can be proven It's dangerous, but it doesn't look like it. As a partner in their business, don't you have something to say?"

"Well, I told them not to conduct dangerous experiments." Ivan said, "But you have also seen that it is not dangerous."

He doesn't want to care about Fred and George's prank research, not to mention, he is no longer the president of the Boys' Student Union, so he doesn't have to bother to maintain order. If everything is not in chaos at Hogwarts, Ivan even wants to take the initiative to sabotage order!

However, according to the speed at which Umbridge is doing things, it is estimated that this day will not be too far away...

Just like that, a few of them watched Fred and George squirt vomit into the bucket like a show, then swallowed the rest of the candy, stood up straight and smiled and opened their arms, winning long applause and a large number of orders .

"Evan, did you help them with this quick-acting skipping sugar?" Harry asked, "Provide a recipe or something."

"no!"

"Seriously, I don't know why both Fred and George only got three 0.w.Ls certificates!" said Harry, watching Fred, George and Lee collect gold coins from the eager crowd, "this How difficult is the exam? No matter how you look at it, they all did well, at least in the potion class. They were able to develop this kind of potion and antidote, but they didn't get the potion class. 0.w.Ls certificate. Alas, I can't even handle this enhancer..."

He flipped through his potions textbook vigorously, hoping to find something useful from it.

"I suggested that you'd better pay more attention to the formula Snape provided in class, which is more effective than the one in the textbook." Ivan said, thinking that Harry was doing useless work, "Do more research on his changes." , will give you more rewards.”

"It's useless, I think the reason I fail every time is because Snape is watching, if only he wasn't there," said Harry, "I don't even know as much as Fred and George, them……"

"They'll just be useless fancy stuff," said Hermione contemptuously. "It's not going to be useful at all."

"Hermione, do you know!" Ron yelled strangely, "They have already made a lot of money, and there are more orders than expected."

"That doesn't mean it's useful!" Hermione frowned, watching Fred ostentatiously shaking his money box, and stood up straight away, "Okay, I'm going back to sleep, you guys Go to bed early, too."

The crowd around the Weasley brothers didn't disperse until late, and then Fred and George came to find Ivan to settle accounts.

They took out a long purchase order and calculated the money with Ivan, and the income after deducting the cost was already quite considerable.

This is the habit of the two of them. Although Ai Wen said they could trust them, they still insisted that the accounts should be clear.

Business is business, like they never gave Ron a discount.

Since it is a partnership, the accounts must be clear.

Harry, Ron, and Colin watched for a while, expressing their surprise at the fact that the twins had already earned 180 two Galleons. It was hard to imagine that those few copper Knuts would earn so much money. Then went back to sleep one after another.

After finishing the accounts, there were only Ivan, Fred, and George left in the common room.

Aiwen suggested that they speed up the research on quick-acting skipping sugar and produce more types that have been researched. If necessary, he can find someone to mass-produce them outside the school and sell them to students at a low price.

He had a hunch that after Umbridge made a big news, he would use these skipping candies!

After Fred and George left, Ivan studied magic alone for a while.

He has fallen into a bottleneck in demonic magic and summoning methods. In the absence of classics, there is no point in continuing to study on paper.

He is considering whether to summon the demon from the depths of the kitchen. Regarding the summoning conditions, Ivan has already researched and understood that he needs the corpse of a house elf, and the power of the demon altar will bring it back to the world.

There was no shortage of materials, just think of the house-elf heads hanging all over the walls, just pick one.

The question is whether the summoned house-elf is a brand new demon, or the original owner of the house-elf corpse used, and whether its strength is malicious, etc. These are things that need to be studied before summoning .

Ivan had a hunch that no matter what he summoned, he would not feel happy.

This magic itself is very weird and evil, and it is a demon altar and a corpse as a sacrifice. It is easy for people to think of bad things...

Especially since Umbridge is still at Hogwarts, it is really not suitable for summoning any demons. Aiwen still has a lot of troublesome things to solve. He is going to study carefully and directly use the demon altar to summon until he is not in a hurry. You can wait for the next semester to do it.

After midnight Dobby returned from the centaurs with their reply.

They originally did not agree to let a giant enter their woods, but for the sake of Dumbledore and Ivan, they agreed to observe for a period of time to determine whether Glop would cause damage to the expression in the Forbidden Forest.

Ivan can be sure that Glop will definitely cause trouble, but that is something that Hagrid needs to worry about.

The centaur has already made a concession, and Aiwen can't do anything about the rest. He only hopes that Hagrid will not let himself teach Glop English.

The next morning, the sky began to rain again.

Ivan and Hermione notified the members one by one, asking them to gather on the eighth floor at seven o'clock this evening to start the first training.

When breakfast was about to end, Angelina rushed into the auditorium in a hurry.

"I'm approved!" she exclaimed. "Just now, reorganize the Quidditch team!"

"awesome!"

"Yeah!" Angelina said with a smile on her face. "I found Professor McGonagall. I think she may have gone to beg Dumbledore, or she had another fight with Umbridge. Anyway, Umbridge had to Back down. So we're going to start training!"

"But I'm going to learn magic with Ivan tonight!" Harry said hesitantly, "and the weather outside..."

"The group activity is at seven o'clock, and we can start practicing at 04:30, which is completely in time." Angelina said, "Starting today, we will practice every day. You can go directly to the stadium to assemble after class in the afternoon, okay? We Gotta make up time, don't you guys realize it's less than three weeks until the first game?"

Facing Angelina like this, it was hard for everyone to say no, Harry and Ron could only nod slowly.

Chapter 979 Scars and Anger

"I hope it will clear up!" Ron looked out the window, his smile was slowly fading away, and the window pane was blurred by the heavy rain.

His wish was not fulfilled, and it rained even harder in the afternoon!

At 04:30 in the afternoon, Ivan, Hermione, and Colin originally planned to go to the first training after the reorganization of the Gryffindor team, but they didn't go out after seeing the weather. Harry, Ron, and Ginny were frowning leaving the castle on a broomstick.

By the time they arrived at the Quidditch pitch for practice, they were drenched in minutes, their feet slipping on the wet grass.

The sky was gray and thunderous.

It was such a relief to be in the warm and bright changing room in this weather.

Although they knew the relief would be short-lived, Harry found Fred and George debating whether to use quick-acting skipping sugar to avoid flying.

"Well, I bet she'd know!" grinned Fred. "I wish I hadn't sold her Puts yesterday."

"We can use fever candy," whispered George. "No one has seen it except Alvin..."

"Spirit?" Ron asked hopefully, as the rain beat harder on the roof and the wind howled around the house.

"It's okay!" Fred said, "Your body temperature will rise all of a sudden, like boiling water, it's frighteningly hot..."

"With the heat, there are also some big pustules," George said. "We haven't figured out how to get rid of them."

"But I can't see pustules." Ron looked at the twin brothers.

"You can't see it," said Fred grimly. "They don't grow where we usually show them."

"But they make sitting on a broom really look like..."

"You know, not every broom has an invisible seat like the Asterisk."

"Okay, everyone listen to me!" Angelina yelled out from the captain's office, "I know the weather is not ideal, but we are likely to play Slytherin in these conditions, so we better practice How to deal with it. Harry, we played against Hufflepuff in the rainstorm before, didn't you manage to keep the rain from covering your glasses?"

"Hermione did it," said Harry, pulling out his wand, tapping his glasses and saying, "Waterproof and moistureproof!"

"I think we should all try it." Angelina said, and took out her own wand, "As long as you don't let the rain hit your face, your vision will be much clearer, everyone, come together, waterproof and wet!"

"Do you know that Aiwen has an enhanced waterproof and moisture-proof spell, which can make the rain bounce off around his body, as if there is an extra magic barrier, so he can't get wet at all." Fred said, "I just want to Saw him use it once."

"I must ask him how he did it tonight," said George.

After a few minutes, everyone was there.

They all put their wands in the inside pockets of their robes, picked up their brooms, and followed Angelina out of the dressing room.

A group of people walked to the center of the field through thicker and thicker mud. Although there was a waterproof spell, the visibility was still very low.

The light quickly faded, and the rain curtain swept across the venue.

"Okay, listen to my whistle." Angelina shouted.

Harry kicked his feet into the air, splashing mud and water, and the wind blew him a little sideways.

He didn't know how he could see the Snitch in this weather, just watching the Bludgers they hit was hard enough.

In the first minute, a Bludger almost knocked him off the broom, and he had to use a sloth to hug a tree and roll to avoid it.

It's a pity that Angelina didn't see it. In fact, she didn't seem to see anything. They didn't know what the others were doing.

The wind was getting stronger, and Harry could even hear the rain pattering on the lake in the distance.

Angelina asked them to practice for nearly two hours before giving up. If it weren't for Ivan's group activities tonight, she might have let everyone continue training until nine o'clock in the evening.

She led the drained, whining players back to the locker room, insisting that the practice wasn't a waste of time, though there was little confidence in her tone either.

Fred and George were particularly annoyed, both bow-legged and grinning with every step they took, and Harry could hear them whining softly as he wiped their heads with a towel.

"Hiss, some of mine might be broken," Fred said in a dull voice.

"Mine hasn't!" George said through his teeth. "It's so swollen, it seems to be bigger again!"

"Ouch!" Harry exclaimed suddenly.

He covered his face with a towel and closed his eyes tightly in pain.

The scar on his forehead was burning again. It hadn't hurt like this in months, and it hadn't been this bad before.

"What's wrong?" Several voices asked at the same time.

Harry removed the towel and the dressing room was a blur because he wasn't wearing glasses, but he could feel everyone's faces turned towards him.

"Nothing!" he muttered. "I accidentally touched my eye. It's okay."

But he winked at Ron, covering his scar with a towel.

"Okay, let's go to the auditorium to see what's left."

"I have to go back and change a set of clothes."

"I'm going to find Aiwen to learn the enhanced version of the rain-proof spell. I'm going now. I heard that it will rain for a week."

They stayed behind as the team wrapped their ponchos and pulled their hats down and filed out.

"What's going on?" Ron asked as soon as Arya disappeared through the door. "Is it your scar?"

Harry nodded, his breath gradually calming down.

"But?" Ron walked to the window in surprise, looked into the rain, and confirmed that no one was around. He lowered his voice and said, "He, he can't be very close to us now, can he? You have nothing Come across, Umbridge is not here, did you and Ivan verify it last time?"

"It shouldn't be her, it's just a coincidence." Harry whispered, sitting down on the stool and rubbing his forehead, "He might be out there, in the Norway that Sirius talked about, with those vampires. I hurt It's because, um, he's angry."

Harry didn't mean to say that at all, it sounded to him like it was coming from a stranger.

But he immediately realized that this was the truth, and he didn't know where this awareness came from.

He did know, Voldemort, that no matter where or what he was doing, the Lord was throwing a tantrum.

Accompanied by the gloomy weather, the atmosphere in the locker room suddenly became gloomy following Harry's words.

"Angry?! Did you see him?!" Ron said in horror, "Did you see a vision?"

Harry sat quietly, staring at his feet, letting his thoughts and memories relax in the aftermath of the pain.

The chaotic images and noisy sounds flashed in front of him quickly, and he had no time to see them clearly.