Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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Many people are speculating whether the scars on her face cannot be removed, and she has no face to stay in Hogwarts.

If any professor encounters such a shameful thing, he might as well resign directly.

Such rumors have been going on and on, and many people swear that Umbridge has submitted a letter of resignation to Dumbledore, as if it were true.

All in all, in such a pleasant atmosphere, everyone ushered in the first Hogsmeade Visitation Day this term.

Everyone has been looking forward to this day for a long time, and Ivan and Hermione will also discuss with everyone about forming an extracurricular group to conduct fighting training and learn defensive skills.

Compared to teaching Umbridge a lesson, this is serious business.

The morning we went to Hogsmeade was sunny but windy.

After breakfast, Ivan, Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Colin lined up in front of Filch, and he had to check their names against the long list, which listed parents or guardians Allow them to visit their classmates in Hogsmeade.

Since Umbridge left, Filch has also settled down a lot, and waved his hand to let Ivan and the others pass by.

"It's a good feeling. The atmosphere in the whole school is much lighter without Umbridge," said Ron. "Well, if I can, I hope that woman just resigns and never comes back."

"That's impossible!" said Hermione, "we have to be careful, she won't just let it go, but then again, what you two did last time was too much, and I heard she seems to be very hurt." Heavy……"

"That's what she deserves!"

"Yes, that's right, but after all she..."

"Okay, Hermione, where the hell are we going now?" Harry asked hastily, "The Three Broomsticks?"

"Oh, no!" Hermione's attention was diverted, and she wasn't worried about Umbridge's revenge, which was already the topic they discussed the most during this time, "No, it's always crowded with people, and it's very noisy I discussed it with Ai Wen and asked other people to meet us at the Pig's Head Bar, which is another bar, you know, not on the main road. Yes, I also think this is a bit unsafe, but students generally don't Go up there, so I don't think we'll be overheard."

"That bar is very deserted, we can get a box." Ivan said.

They walked up the road past Zonko's Joke Shop, where, as expected, they saw Fred, George, and Lee Jordan.

After passing the post office, some owls flew out of it every once in a while.

Then they turned into a side road with a small bar at the corner.A tattered wooden signboard hung from rusty brackets over the door, and it bore a picture of a chopped-off boar's head, blood seeping through the white cloth it was wrapped in.

As they approached, the signboard was creaked by the wind, and the five of them hesitated outside the door.

"Come on, let's go in," said Hermione, looking a little nervous.

"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong, here is, um, it looks a bit worn out!" Ai Wen said, and led the way in.

In fact, it's not a shabby bit of shabby here.

It's quite different inside from The Three Broomsticks, where the big bar always feels bright, clean and warm, while the Hog's Head has just a small, dark, very dirty room that smells strongly of sheep. Smell.

The bay windows were so thick with grime that little light could penetrate, and candle stubs were burning on rough wooden tables.

At first glance, I thought the ground was compacted mud.

But when I stepped on it, I discovered that the dirt that had been paved with stones had accumulated for centuries.

Ai Wen had been here a few times before, but he still couldn't help sniffling, smelling the strong smell of mutton in the air unaccustomed.

Speaking of which, Dumbledore's younger brother Aberforth really has a soft spot for goats.

"Do you remember?" Harry said in a low voice, "Hagrid once said that he won a dragon egg here, which is Norbert, the Norwegian Ridgeback, what happened in our first year."

"Yeah, he said he won it from a hooded stranger," said Ron, swallowing.

"It fits the style here, doesn't it? I've always wondered why Hagrid didn't suspect that the man kept his face hidden when they were interacting," Harry continued.

He hadn't noticed until now that hiding his face seemed to be the fashion in the Hog's Head.

There was a man at the bar with his whole head wrapped in a dirty gray bandage.

Still pouring cup after cup of something smoking and flaming through a bandage slit in his mouth, two hooded figures sat at a table by the window, if they weren't Talking in such a thick Yorkshire accent, I almost thought they were dementors.

In a dark corner by the hearth sat a witch, a thick black veil hanging down to her feet.

They could only see the tip of her nose because it pushed the mask up slightly.

"I don't think it's quite right!" whispered Harry as they walked towards the bar, watching the veiled witch with special attention. "Did you ever think that there would be Umbridge in there?" ?”

Hermione narrowed her eyes, and glanced at the figure wrapped in the scarf weighing it.

"Umbridge is shorter than that woman!" she whispered. "Besides, she's supposed to be in the hospital by now. Even if Umbridge comes here, she won't be able to stop us. I've read the school rules and regulations over and over again." Two or three times, we did not deviate. I also specifically asked Professor Flitwick, if students can enter the Pig's Head Bar, he said yes, but he repeatedly suggested that I bring my own cup. We are not really forming an army, but Extracurricular groups, let Aiwen teach us to learn magic. I have checked all the regulations I can think of about organizing study groups and extracurricular groups. They are absolutely allowed. I just don’t think we should do this. It's overblown, because Fudge and the Ministry don't want us to do that."

"Wait a minute, didn't you find out who she is?" Ivan said softly.

"who is it?"

"Of course it's Mundungus!" Ivan said, "This disguise looks great, doesn't it?"

Chapter 966 Information about Mundungus

Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Colin all looked at Ivan, and then turned their heads to look at the woman in the corner in surprise.

It was clear to everyone except Colin who had no idea who Mundungus was, having seen him many times over the holidays.

In their impression, Mundungus was a squat, unshaven wizard with short, bowed legs, long and messy ginger hair, a pair of swollen and bloodshot eyes, and smoking bad-smelling cigarettes. There is always a strong smell mixed with alcohol and tobacco.

No matter how you look at it, it is not at all the same as the witch in front of her who is wrapped in a veil.

It would be amazing if there was a way to turn a dumpy man into such a slender witch!

"Are you kidding, Ivan, how could he be Mundungus..." Ron said.

"We can go over and ask to make sure!" Aiwen said, walking quickly to the side of the witch.

The witch dodged back for a moment, but quickly regained her composure.

"Go away, brat!" she said roughly, in an ugly woman's voice.

"Don't pretend, Dunge, we recognized you!" Ai Wen said, "How about the things I want you to buy?"

"I do not know what you're talking about!"

"Oh, if that's the case, then I won't pay, you know, and follow-up orders..."

"Wait a minute, you can't do that, it took me a lot..."

Mundungus stopped, and he saw Ivan looking at him with a smile.

"Damn, how did you recognize me? I'll post those things to you in a few days, now you guys stay away from me!" Mundungus said in a panic, looking around, "Listen, I can't be seen, the bartender here has a great memory, because of something, he banned me from the Hog's Head 20 years ago, I can't be noticed by him..."

"My God, you really are Mundungus!" said Hermione in surprise, as if transfixed!

"Why are you here?" Harry asked, "In this way."

"Of course I'm following you. This is my task. You don't really think that Dumbledore will let you guys leave Hogwarts without any protection." Mundungus muttered, returning to his own voice, "Don't look at me so angry, Harry, it's not up to me, I still have a lot of business to do, but now I have to come here early in the morning, and I can't smoke, Just sit here. As for me now, it's a disguise that Tonks prepared for me, and Stoji lost Moody's invisibility cloak when he was arrested, and we only have one."

"Sturgis Podmore?" said Ron. "The guy with the straw on his head? He's not the Order of the Phoenix..."

"Shh, Ron!" said Hermione hastily, looking around in horror. "Keep your voice down, you shouldn't have said that word."

Several people gathered in a circle, Colin looked curious, and Mundungus, who was sitting in the corner, almost fainted.

"Sturgis was arrested? What the hell is going on here?"

"I don't know..." Mundungus said in a small voice, as if realizing that he had said too much.

"Remember when he was supposed to escort us to King's Cross and didn't show up!" said Harry. "Moody was pissed off just because he didn't show up. He was doing something for us, wasn't he?"

"Yeah, at least I thought so, you five..." Mundungus said, but was cut off again.

"I remember, it was said in the Daily Prophet, the paper from the day the Gryffindor Quidditch team first practiced," said Hermione, narrowing her eyes and remembering, "I read When I got to that report, I originally wanted to tell you about it.”

Because of Ron's poor performance, the atmosphere that night became so awkward that Hermione forgot to mention it.

In the past month, Ron has participated in four more Quidditch trainings, but the last two were not loudly reprimanded. Angelina thinks his progress is too slow, but at least he is still improving, so he can't say what.

"What did the Daily Prophet say?"

"I remember they said that at one o'clock in the morning on August 8, Sturgis tried to break into the Ministry of Magic and attempted to commit a robbery by attempting to break through a Class I security door, and then he was caught by the Ministry of Magic guards. Defending himself, he was found guilty of two charges and imprisoned in Azkaban for six months."

"Six months in Azkaban!" Harry whispered in shock, "for trying to break through a door?!"

"Don't be silly, it's not just about trying to break through a door. Come to think of it, what was he doing at the Ministry of Magic at one o'clock in the morning?" Hermione said in a low voice, "It must not be that simple."

"You must know what's going on, right?" Several people looked at Mundungus.

"Don't stare at me like that, they seem to be guarding something, and that thing is kept in the Ministry of Magic." Mundungus said quickly, "I don't know what it is, they never let me go There, I haven't inquired about it either. As for Storge, who knows what kind of madness he committed, he tried to break into the secret area of ​​the Ministry of Magic that day, yes, I heard Mad-Eye say that, I don't know anything about other things Understood. Please, can you go away? The waiter may come out at any time, and the five of you are too conspicuous here!"

Several people left Mundungus and walked back to the bar, the topic still remained on the arrest of Sturgis.

"Judging from what Mundungus said, Mad Eyes and the others don't seem to know about it, and they seem to be shocked by Stoji's actions." Ivan said, "They didn't expect him to be arrested, which is It's so weird!"

"It's not surprising at all, maybe it's a frame!" Ron said excitedly.

"Well, there is a possibility that the Ministry of Magic suspects that he belongs to Dumbledore's gang." Hermione followed up with analysis, "So, probably, they lured him to the depths of the Ministry of Magic, and he had no intention at all." Smell a door! Maybe they're making up some excuse to get him arrested!"

Ivan nodded thoughtfully. It is also possible that the Death Eaters tried to enter the Ministry of Magic's Department of Affairs that night, but they were discovered by Storge who was on patrol, so he deliberately framed him and controlled him to see the Ministry of Magic's protective magic. power.

"I am more concerned about what Mundungus just said, that they are guarding something, and that thing is kept at the Ministry of Magic," Harry said. The weapon to get?"

"Who knows!" Hermione said thoughtfully, "but it's hard for me to imagine that if there is such a powerful weapon, Fudge would keep it in the Ministry of Magic and not use it. It's not like him. ,is not it?"

Chapter 967 The First Gathering

True, Fudge was not the type to hold his breath.

If the Ministry of Magic really had such a powerful weapon, he would use it against Dumbledore first now.

But if it's not weapons, what are members of the Order of the Phoenix guarding at the Ministry of Magic?

In other words, what exactly did Voldemort want?

Since his resurrection, he has been disappearing and hiding in the dark, but he is planning something here in Norway and the Ministry of Magic.

Ivan doesn't know what's going on in Norway, but he knows that the Ministry of Magic has a memory ball about prophecy. Voldemort wants to use it to figure out why he failed back then. From this point of view, because he takes death too seriously, he seems to be He is a person who especially believes in "fate".

As soon as they reached the bar, the bar owner flashed sideways through a back door and came up to them.

Aberforth was a grumpy-looking old man with a mass of long gray hair and beard, vaguely resembling Dumbledore, tall and thin, with almost identical eyes, but a shorter beard, The lines on the face are also much stiffer.

It has to be said that this is another alien from an ancient pure-blood family, and has the title of weirdo.

"What do you want?" He muttered and asked, as if he was not surprised that Ivan and the others appeared here, but his eyes quickly swept away.

He paused for a moment on the scar on Harry's forehead, and then looked at Ivan again.

"Five butterbeers, please," said Hermione hastily.

He stooped and pulled three dusty, filthy bottles from under the counter, and set them down heavily on the bar.

"Ten Sickles," he said.

"Let me come, do you have a larger box upstairs?" Ai Wen said, and handed over the silver coins. "We will have a private party later, and there will be a lot of people coming. It may not be convenient to sit downstairs."

"No, this place is the biggest here, and the upstairs is full of guest rooms!" Aberforth replied rudely, putting the money Ivan gave him into an old wooden cash drawer, and the drawer slid open automatically, swallowing the money go in.

"This guy has such a bad attitude, it seems like someone is really going to live here."

Several people picked up their own butter beer, quickly retreated to the table farthest from the bar and sat down, looking around.

Meanwhile, the man in the dirty gray bandages rapped his knuckles on the counter, said nothing, but soon got another smoky drink from the barman.

"It's not a bad thing, is it? What do you think?" Ron murmured suddenly looking at the bar with great enthusiasm, "Here we can order whatever we want, and I'm sure that guy He'll sell us anything, he doesn't care that much. Honestly, I've always wanted to try the Heat Whiskey..."

"Don't forget, you're a prefect, Ron!" said Hermione viciously.

"Oh!" said Ron, the smile fading from his face. "Yeah, you have to lead by example."

"Who did you guys contact to come meet us?" Harry asked, unscrewing the rusty cap of his bottle of butterbeer and taking a swig, "I informed Neville, Dean, Ernie from Hufflepuff, and the rest of the team, and besides that, Cho, whom I met alone on the pitch the other day..."

"Speaking of which, the people we know are pretty much the same." Hermione looked at her watch and looked anxiously at the door, "I talked to Lavender and Parvati. I found out about this, I guess there might be a dozen people coming, most of them are from Gryffindor College."

"I told the Frobishers, I think they're more reliable!" said Colin, "and my brother."

"I'm mainly here with a few first-year students who I think are trustworthy. After all, I've had more contact with them recently, but they can't come to Hogsmeade, but they can follow along to participate in activities." Aiwen said, also took his bottle Butterbeer opened, "Besides, there's Luna."

Many people in the school know Ai Wen, but Ai Wen does not know many people.

He usually doesn't have much time for social activities, and he can't even recognize people his own age, let alone students from other grades!

"By the way, I told Astoria Greengrass about it after the spell class a few days ago, and she seemed very interested."

"Astoria Greengrass?!" Hermione froze for a moment, "You mean the pure-blooded Greengrass family?"

"Ivan, you actually notified the people in Slytherin!" Several people looked at her in surprise.

"Yeah, Slytherins aren't all bad guys, are they?" Ivan said disapprovingly, not surprised that they were so surprised, "Don't worry, I've been in contact with Astoria a few times, and I feel pretty good. good."