Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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"That's right, I borrowed it from Dumbledore!" Moody said gruffly, pocketing the Deluminator, "Prevent Muggles from looking out of the window, hurry up now, come in, don't let People found us here."

Moody swung his wand vigorously, and the Dursleys' door opened, and everyone squeezed in.

"Where's that kid?" said Tonks, looking around with interest.

"Upstairs, I'll call him!" Ivan said, climbing up the dark landing.

"I'll go with you!" Moody followed, carefully observing the surroundings.

Just like before, he opened Harry's door roughly, and Ivan hoped that he wouldn't do anything shady inside.

It would be too embarrassing if someone found out like this!

Inside the hut, Harry curled up on his bed, pointed his wand carefully at the two of them.

He obviously heard the voice and was terrified.

"Hello, Harry!" Ivan said with a smile.

"Ivan!" Harry looked at Ivan in surprise, never dreaming that he would appear.

Harry's heart was beating uncontrollably, he looked at Ivan in disbelief, and did not put down his wand.

"Come on, everyone is downstairs!" Ivan walked over and pulled him up from the bed.

In front of him, Harry, like Ron, had grown a few inches in the past few months.

But he was still the familiar skinny boy in Ivan's memory, with black hair and glasses. He looked a little weak and sick, as if he had grown too fast in a short period of time.

He was dressed in Muggle clothes, sloppy.

The jeans were torn and dirty, the T-shirts were baggy and faded, and the soles of the sneakers under the bed were separated from the tops.

It seems that he really had a bad summer vacation, and Ivan couldn't help but suspect that the Dursleys were abusing him.

"What the hell is going on?" said Harry hastily, putting down his wand, seeing his friend's warm joy rise in the depths of his heart, "I don't know why, I've been here all summer and no one Contact me, you all seem to have forgotten me."

"You know, Hermione and I are in Egypt." Ivan said vaguely.

He was well aware of Dumbledore's intentions, and knew that he wanted Harry to stay with the Dursleys for the entire summer.

If it weren't for the attack of the dementors, he would have to go to the Ministry of Magic for trial, and Harry would not be able to leave here until now.

But this is not a problem for Ivan. If he is in the UK, he can come to play with Harry or be a guest here.

In terms of his parents and the status of Aiwen wizards, the Dursleys will not say anything compared to each other.

"Yeah, you are in Egypt." Harry said, looking at the familiar Ivan, the joy in his heart gradually extinguished, and a cold thing poured in, "Ron is busy with other things too, this is what you guys are doing." They refused to tell me the reason, leaving me alone..."

"We'd better go down and talk, they all want to see you," urged Moody, following in.

Harry raised his wand hastily at Moody's voice.

"Put down your wand, boy, before you gouge someone's eyes out," said Moody gruffly.

"Professor Moody?" Harry froze for a moment, then asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Come on, we are here to take you out of here, Ron and Hermione are waiting for us." Ivan said, pulling Harry out, "If you have anything to say, I will explain it to you when I go back, I promise, You can know everything you want to know."

"Wait a minute, boy, we have to verify whether he is the real Potter." Moody stopped them and roared in a rough voice, "Otherwise what would I ask you to do here, we must be careful, if we bring back a A Death Eater impersonating him, and you're in big trouble. You'd better ask him something that only Potter himself would know, or use Veritaserum."

"Okay!" Ivan said, he was sure that Harry was next to him.

But if Moody doesn't do what he says, he won't agree.

Not long ago, he had been impersonated for more than half a year, and he was locked in a box, which made Moody even more suspicious.

"Harry, what does your patron saint look like?" Ivan asked.

"A stag," said Harry nervously.

"The answer is correct, so what is my Animagus form?"

"It's a black cat!" Harry once really thought of Ivan as a cat.

"Well, a few months ago, Sirius, Hagrid and I left Hogwarts for Italy, what was the real purpose?"

"Have you succeeded in finding the traces left by Rowena Ravenclaw?" Harry asked rhetorically.

"I'll tell you in detail later." Ivan said, turning his head to look at Moody, "I think this is Harry."

When the three of them walked down in the dark, Tonks and the others were still huddled in the hall, discussing the interior decoration in a low voice.

"I don't get it, why are we standing in the dark?" she said. "It's so stupid, the fluorescents."

Suddenly there was a light on the tip of the wand, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

Chapter 848 Disguise Magus

Everyone below was huddled on the landing, staring up at them, mainly at Harry.

Several craned their necks vigorously to get a better view of him.

"Oh, he looks just as I thought he would," said Tonks, holding his glowing wand aloft.

"Well, he looks exactly like James." Kingsley agreed.

"Except for those eyes!" said Hestia the wizard, wheezing. "Yes, Lily's eyes."

Several people chattered, they all knew Harry's parents.

Many of them were former friends of James and Lily, and seeing Harry now, they naturally felt very cordial.

Harry was still a little confused, he couldn't believe it was real.

Four weeks without a word, not a single hint of his removal from Privet Drive.

But all of a sudden, a large group of wizards stood in the house solemnly, as if this was something that had been arranged long ago.

He looked at Ivan beside him, then turned his head to look at the people in the hall below, they were still staring at him eagerly.

Harry suddenly remembered that he hadn't combed his hair for four days, and couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

"I, uh, what a coincidence you're here, the Dursleys are out," he stammered.

"Well, Harry, it's all arranged, Tonks sent them a letter via the Muggle post saying they've been shortlisted for the Best Suburban Lawn in England and they're going to collect it now." Ivan said, seeing Harry's confused expression, "By the way, you don't know their names yet, let me introduce you..."

Following Ivan's introduction, Harry nodded awkwardly to each wizard.

Honestly, he wished they'd looked away, away from him.

In doing so, he felt embarrassed as if he had been suddenly invited on stage.

"The introductions are over, we'll have enough time to get to know each other," said Moody gruffly. "Harry, have you packed your things? We're leaving in fifteen minutes until the signal is sent to tell us everything." When you are safe, leave immediately."

"Not yet, I'm going to clean up now, what's the current situation?" Harry turned to Ivan again, "Voltage..."

There were strange hisses from several wizards' mouths, and Diggle's funny big hat fell off his head.

"Shut up!" growled Moody. "Don't mention that name!"

"What's the matter?" Harry asked suspiciously, not expecting such a big reaction from them.

"This house is monitored and not very safe. It is best not to talk about sensitive things." Aiwen said.

He felt a vague magic around him, and the Ministry of Magic did have arrangements here.

Because of this, they can always detect Harry using magic or doing other things in the first place.

Of course, this kind of monitoring is very vague, but Voldemort's name is a very sensitive word.

"It's too dangerous to say anything here," Moody muttered dissatisfied.

His normal eye turned to Harry, while the magical eye remained fixed on the ceiling.

"Damn it!" he said angrily, raising a hand to take out the Oculus. "It's always stuck. It's been wrong since that scumbag wore it."

With a harsh crunch, like a piston being pulled out of a sink, Moody pulled out the magic eye.

"Mad-Eye, it's disgusting what you're doing, isn't it?" said Tonks, kindly.

"Excuse me, give me a glass of water, Harry," Moody demanded.

Harry went to the dishwasher, took out a clean glass, and filled it with clean water at the sink.

The wizards still stared at him, so relentlessly they stared at him.

Ivan was speechless for a while, and he knew from Harry's expression that he must be very uncomfortable. These people just looked at him like that.

"Thanks," said Moody, as Harry passed the glass over.

He threw the magic eye into the water and poked it up and down with his hands.

That eye whizzed around, staring at everyone in the room one by one.

"On the way back, I wish I had a 360-degree view."

"Come on, we'd better hurry up and pack our things. We'll be on our way soon after the signal. I'll help you, Harry!" Ivan said, pushing Harry so that he wouldn't stand here and be caught Look at it as a cherished animal.

"Me too!" said Tonks cheerfully, looking around curiously.

"It's a fun place," she said, "and it's too clean, you know what I mean? It's kind of unnatural, and my dad was a Muggle-born, but he's a typical slob. I guess there are a lot of Muggles too." All sorts, like a wizard. Oh, it's more or less..."

She nodded when they entered Harry's bedroom and Harry turned on the light, and Harry was embarrassed.

His room was indeed much messier than the rest of the house, and he had been shut up for four days, in a bad mood, and Harry hadn't even bothered to pack his things.

Most of his books were scattered on the floor, because he opened each one to distract his attention and then tossed it aside.

Hedwig's cage needs cleaning, it's starting to stink.

His trunk was open, and Muggle clothes and wizarding robes could be seen jumbled inside, some scattered on the surrounding floor.

If possible, Harry hopes that he can let Ivan and Tonks come in for a visit after he can clean up.

"It's actually not bad!" Aiwen said, he didn't pack much, and Dobby the house elf was in charge.

He did a good job, always packing everything up at night so that no one would notice his presence.

Dobby helped Ivan a lot, which he didn't expect when he took Dobby in.

Perhaps, Harry could consider raising a house-elf in the room.

As Alvin and Harry chatted, they began to pick up the books one by one and hurriedly threw them into his trunk.

Tonks stopped in front of Harry's open wardrobe, looking critically at the mirror on the inside of the door.

"You know, I don't think violet actually suits me," she said worryingly, tugging at a lock of spiked hair. "Does it make my face look a little too sharp?"

"Huh?!" Harry looked at her over a book called Quidditch Teams in England and Ireland.

Ivan also raised his head and saw that Tonks' hair was changing slightly.

"Yes, that's right," said Tonks decisively.

She closed her eyes tightly, with a tense expression on her face, as if she was desperately trying to remember something.

A second later, her hair was a bubblegum pink.

Disguise Magus, an extremely unpopular branch of Transfiguration, this is really the best magic in disguise.

Chapter 849 Transfiguration System

"How did you do it?" Harry asked, looking at Tonks in surprise as she opened her eyes.

"I'm a Transfiguration Magus." She said, looking at herself in the mirror again, turning her head around, looking at her hair from various angles, and gently smoothing it with her hands from time to time, "That is to say, I To be able to change my appearance any way I want."

"Transfiguration Magus?" Harry froze for a moment, with a puzzled look on his face.

"This is one of the branches of transformation. The caster can change appearance at will, just like Animagus." Aiwen explained, looking at Tonks, "Most of the transformation magus are born, this It’s an innate talent.”

Transfiguration is a very large system of spells. The most common one is the transfiguration magic taught by young wizards at Hogwarts, which can make objects change shapes easily.

If it is more difficult, it can also change a certain part of a living animal or even a human being.

For example, Keresis turned Malfoy into a ferret, which is a relatively advanced transformation magic.

After passing the ordinary wizard level exam, they can enter the higher-grade Transfiguration class, where wizards can try to change the nature of objects between different forms, such as turning flames into knives, pythons, ropes, etc. This is abstruse of metamorphosis.

This transformation is not a complete change, and when the magic disappears, the changed object will return to its original shape.

Really changing the nature of an object is not transfiguration, but alchemy.

The difference is like the real gold produced by alchemy and the leprechaun's gold coins.