Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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Your most loyal Albus Dumbledore.

Harry had read this letter over and over again, and he had already memorized the contents by heart.

He kept guessing what Dumbledore needed their assistance for, and he was very happy that he was about to meet Ivan and Hermione, especially Ivan, Harry hadn't seen him for a long time. Before the end of last semester, Ivan set off for Egypt again.

This made Harry envious, and he talked about it with his friends at school, guessing what Ivan would see.

His other two friends, Ron and Hermione, have both been to Egypt, but it is a very rare experience to be able to participate in the International Alchemy Conference. It is said that this alchemy event will only be held every ten years, let alone full of mystery Breath of ancient relics!

Harry expected that Ivan's trip would be unusual, and the later developments verified his guess, even far beyond expectations.

Take a look at the newspapers in the recent period. Almost all of them are full of Aiwen's news. It's hard not to know.

From his battle with powerful demons in the sun ruins, to Aiwen's various past experiences, all were revealed.

They appreciate that Ivan is a wizard as powerful as Dumbledore and Voldemort. Harry is not sure about this. He knows that Ivan is strong, but he doesn't know how strong he is, but regarding other reports in the newspaper, haha Benefits don't take it seriously.

He thought they were exaggerating, like the newspapers were full of news about him before the summer vacation started.

They described him as a savior, analyzed it over and over again, and expected him to defeat Voldemort...

It was ridiculous, and less than a year ago, he was still a liar Potter, a mentally disturbed wizard.

The Daily Prophet is worthless, and Harry would never have subscribed to it if Sirius hadn't asked for it, and many of his classmates have now stopped subscribing to it in favor of the Hogwarts Newspaper of Witchcraft and Wizardry , a newspaper created by Ivan.

But Sirius said that the "Daily Prophet" has a strong overseas presence and will get the latest news from many other countries.

He was right. Since the summer vacation began, Harry quickly discovered that the UK was relatively peaceful, and there were no large-scale panic and attacks due to Voldemort's return. Maybe they had gradually accepted the news, but overseas gradually Mess up.

Various, dark organizations that Harry had never heard of before declared their allegiance to Voldemort.

Added to this is the endless stream of attacks and murders.

If he saw it for the first time, he might still feel angry and excited, but Harry soon discovered that he knew that these would not help change the current bad situation at all, let alone stop Voldemort, he could not even leave the house.

The number of attacks and deaths quickly bored him.

The newspaper was of no use except to make him more nervous and irritable.

The new Minister of Magic, Scrimgeour, will announce new measures every week, but this is the same as the "Daily Prophet" that makes people feel heavy. It is useless at all. Ministry officials are running around, contacting Aurors from other countries couldn't even find a trace of Voldemort and his followers.

They did arrest a lot of people, but they were all insignificant and small characters.

For a guy like Mundungus, the most dangerous thing he did in his life was to buy a batch of crucibles of unknown origin.

The Ministry of Magic issued a safety manual to every wizard. This is a purple booklet with eye-catching words printed on it: Authorized by the Ministry of Magic, protect your home and family from black magic. Following the threat of a group calling itself the Death Eaters, following simple safety guidelines will help protect yourself, your family, and your home from an attack.

1. Don't leave home alone.

2. Be extra careful at night.Go out and get back before dark as much as possible.

3. Check the safety precautions around the house, and make sure that the whole family knows some emergency measures, such as using the Iron Armor Charm, Disillusionment Charm, etc., and the underage children in the family need to learn Apparition and be able to use the magic wand to emit emergency fireworks.

4. Agree on safe codes with friends and family to spot Death Eaters using Polyjuice Potion to impersonate others (see page 2).

5. If you notice that a family member, colleague, friend or neighbor is behaving abnormally, please contact the Magical Law Enforcement Squad immediately.They may have been under the Imperius Curse (see page 4).

6. If the Dark Mark appears on any house or building, do not enter and contact the Auror office immediately.

7. Unconfirmed news says that Death Eaters may now use Inferi (see page 10). If you see or encounter Inferi, please report to the Ministry of Magic immediately.

8. Given the current dementors...

After receiving it, Harry threw the booklet aside. He thought about it, and when he was packing, he still packed it in the box. There were a hundred protective measures listed on it, some of which were stupid, such as letting the future Adult children learn the Apparation spell alone. Is this a spell that minor wizards can use alone?

But a few were really helpful, like the one about agreeing on a security code, preventing the Dead Apostles from using Polyjuice Potion to impersonate...

Chapter 1229 Dumbledore's Visit

Harry returned to the room, checked his suitcase again, and after confirming that there was nothing missing, he began to wait anxiously.

Time seemed to slow down suddenly. He sat by the bedroom window, where he could clearly see the two intersections of Privet Drive.

He picked up the pamphlet and tried to force himself to read it.

But it was hard to do, and every few minutes he couldn't help but glance up and out the window.

It was nearly time, and where was Dumbledore, Harry read the letter again.

Perhaps, it wasn't written by Dumbledore at all, but a joke, a prank, or a trap.

Harry suddenly regretted, why didn't Hedwig write a letter to Ivan or Hermione to ask about this matter.

A week ago, Harry received a letter from Hermione, knowing that she was currently at Ivan's house.

In order not to disturb the two of them, he has been refraining from writing letters, and he doesn't want them to worry about his affairs.

Hermione must have a lot of things to say to Ivan, and Harry is also very willing to see his two friends finally get together.

They've been through a lot together, and it wasn't until after the Yule Ball that year of the Triwizard Tournament that their relationship was finalized.

Ron didn't seem too optimistic about this. He secretly told Harry that Ivan and Hermione were too smart and would definitely separate in the end.

Harry didn't want that, but he also thought it would be tiring for two too smart people to be together.

Of course, Harry is in no position to speak out against others in this matter.

Last year, something happened on the first date between him and Qiu Zhang, and the two broke up.

To this day, he's not sure if he still has feelings for Cho, but if he'd been smarter then...

Just as Harry was thinking wildly, the minute hand of the alarm clock pointed to twelve, and it was eleven o'clock at midnight.

Almost at the same time, the street lights outside the window suddenly went out.

The sudden darkness woke Harry up like an alarm, and he quickly straightened his glasses, moved his cheek against the glass, and pressed his nose to the window, squinting at the sidewalk below.

At this very moment a tall figure in a long cloak was coming down the garden path.

The doorbell rang, and Harry jumped to his feet as if shocked, flipping his chair over.

"Damn it, can't this wizard named Dumbledore keep his voice down," Uncle Vernon shouted from the living room downstairs, "does he want the neighbors to know that we are secretly hosting a wizard?"

Just as Harry opened the door and walked out of the bedroom, he heard a low, gentle voice say, "Good evening, you must be Mr. Dursley, I'm sure Harry told you I was coming to fetch him, didn't he? "

"Yeah, that kid told me, just a few hours ago, it was too much of a rush!" said Uncle Vernon, "You should have given us a few days' notice so we could be prepared instead of... ..."

Harry rushed down the stairs two steps at a time, stopping suddenly a few steps from the bottom.

Standing at the door was a tall, thin man with silver-white hair and beard hanging down to his waist.

He wore half-moon spectacles on his hooked nose, and wore a black traveling cloak and peaked hat.

Vernon Dursley's beard was almost as bushy as Dumbledore's, but it was black.

He was wearing a very formal suit, which was specially prepared, and he looked very silly. His small eyes were staring blankly at the visitor.

"I'm really sorry. I think there must be some misunderstanding. I made sure that I informed Harry about my arrival four days ago." Dumbledore said kindly and easily, "But it doesn't matter, you As if prepared, we may assume that you have invited me into your house. It is unwise to linger at the door for any length of time in these uncertain times."

He stepped nimbly across the threshold and closed the door behind him.

"It's been a long time since I've been here." Dumbledore looked from his hooked nose at Uncle Vernon, and then on to the potted plant behind him, "I must admit, your agapanthus It's in bloom and it's been lovingly cared for."

Vernon Dursley said nothing, seemed unsure of what to say, but Harry was sure he'd pick himself up soon enough.

Something about Dumbledore seemed to take his breath away for a moment, maybe it was Dumbledore's striking wizardry, maybe it was just that even Uncle Vernon could sense that he was having a hard time being around Show off your power in front of this man.

"Ah, good evening, Harry!" Dumbledore looked at Harry through the lenses of his half-moon glasses, with a very satisfied expression on his face, "It's great to see you, great."

This sentence seemed to wake Uncle Vernon, and he snorted heavily.

It was obvious to him that he would never be able to agree with anyone who could look at Harry and say "Great."

"Well, I didn't mean to be rude about your visit tonight..." he said, every syllable in his words was rude.

"However, we still often encounter accidental faux pas." Dumbledore took him seriously, "It's best not to say anything, my dear fellow, shouldn't you kindly invite me into the drawing room? Ah, this must be Penny."

The kitchen door opened, and there stood Harry's aunt, also very formally dressed.

Alvin knew it was her best dress, he had seen his aunt showing it off to the neighbor's wife last year.

Although Dumbledore was not welcome, she went to the kitchen to prepare some refreshments.

But now, seeing a living wizard appear in front of her, her long horse face is still full of horror.

"Albus Dumbledore," said Dumbledore, noticing that no one had introduced him, "of course we were by letter."

Harry thought it was a little funny to remind Petunia that Dumbledore had sent her a Howler letter in this way, but Aunt Petunia didn't dispute the idea, she obviously still remembered the letter. new.

With a bang, Harry heard Dudley's door slam shut.

Usually at this time, he would stay in the living room eating sweets before going to bed and watching boring evening shows on TV.

Harry was on the verge of forgetting what television was like, he had never been invited to watch it together, and this kind of thing obviously didn't exist in the wizarding world, only people with special hobbies like Mr. Weasley would be interested in TV .

But he couldn't figure out how the TV worked, and repeatedly asked Harry how Muggles put people in small boxes.

Turning back to the somewhat embarrassing situation, Dudley had apparently been warned not to hide in his room.

Facing Dumbledore, the Dursleys reacted embarrassingly.

For a moment, silence fell over the house.

Chapter 1230 Talk and Abuse

"Well, can we assume that you have invited me into your drawing room?" said Dumbledore.

There was no answer, but he was clearly good at the situation, and he had already made his way to the living room.

Harry jumped down the last few stairs hastily, and followed Dumbledore into the drawing room.

In the living room, Dumbledore sat down in the armchair closest to the fireplace.

He looked at everything in the room with benign interest, looking completely out of place with his surroundings.

"Shall we go now, sir?" Harry asked anxiously.

"Go, of course, but there is one thing I need to discuss with your uncle and aunt first." Dumbledore said.

"What?" Uncle Vernon also entered the living room, and Petunia stood beside him, "What do you want to tell us?"

"Well, I think Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, must have told you when he visited more than a month ago..."

"Don't mention that murderer to me!" Uncle Vernon yelled.

"He wasn't, he didn't kill anyone!" Harry argued loudly.

"Shut up, boy, I only believe our own newspaper, not for you to tell me..."

"Sorry, but I don't think if everyone is talking in the living room, they shouldn't use such a high-pitched voice." Dumbledore said gently, and he pulled out his wand suddenly, so fast that Harry didn't see clearly, "And, we will finally It's good to sit down and talk."

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia stepped back in unison, looking at the wand in his hand in horror.

Seemingly oblivious to their expressions, Dumbledore flicked his wand, and the sofa whizzed past, crashing into the Dursleys' laps.

They couldn't stand still for a while, and they all fell on the sofa and rolled into a ball.

With another flick of the wand, the sofa swished back to its original place.

"We can be more comfortable, too," said Dumbledore cheerfully, his wand not put down.

"gentlemen?"

"Well, Harry, you sit down too!" said Dumbledore.

Harry sat down in the other armchair, trying not to look at his aunt and uncle, they seemed to be too scared to speak, thinking that Dumbledore was a real wizard, and he was no longer as angry as before. look.

"I thought you would let me have something to drink," said Dumbledore to Uncle Vernon. "It now appears that this expectation is ridiculously optimistic."

With a third flick of the wand, a dirty wine bottle and five glasses appeared in the air.

The bottle automatically turned sideways to fill each glass with honey-yellow liquid, and the glasses floated to each person in the room.

The other cup disappeared, and Harry guessed it was for Dudley.

Sure enough, the next second, Dudley ran down the stairs screaming, clutching his ass.

Seeing Dumbledore, he screamed in horror and hid behind his parents.

The large, yellow-haired head dangled from the collar of his striped pajamas, looking as though it hadn't grown on him.

"This must be your son Dudley?" said Dumbledore.

"Oh, baby Dada, how are you? Is there something wrong..." Aunt Pitty held Dudley in her arms.