Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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"Of course it's wonderful, they're all still alive, isn't it?" said Fred angrily.

"You can't do that, in case any of them get seriously ill?"

"We're not going to make them sick, we've tried these sugars on ourselves and now just want to see if everyone reacts the same way..."

"Also, this is the formula that Aiwen gave us, you can ask him if you don't believe it." George added.

Immediately, Ivan saw Hermione turned her head and looked at him angrily.

Ivan smiled awkwardly, Hermione glared at him, then turned her head back quickly.

"I don't care who you got the formula from, or whether you crap are risky or not, I'm telling you two right now, if you don't stop doing this, I'm going to..."

"Sentence us to solitary?" said Fred, with a sort of "I'll see if you dare" in his voice.

"Punish us for writing sentences?" George sneered, and everyone laughed.

"Please, Ivan, take care of her and take her away!"

Fred shouldn't have said that, and Hermione's face flushed red upon hearing this.

She straightened her body as much as possible, squinted her eyes, and her shaggy hair seemed to be crackling and flashing with lightning.

"I'm going to write to your mother!" she said, her voice trembling with anger, "tell her about everything you've done at school, and tell her that you're experimenting with these dangerous things on new students."

"You won't," said George, stepping back from her in shock.

"Oh yes, I'll write it," said Hermione unequivocally. "I'm saying it once, I can't stop you guys from eating these crap yourselves, but you can't give it to first years."

From the looks of it, Fred and George were completely terrified.

Obviously, in their view, Hermione's threat was a very insidious move.

They tried to ask Aiwen for help, but facing the angry Hermione, Aiwen was obviously unable to protect himself now.

If George hadn't been quick to talk about the recipe he had offered, and Fred hadn't been mean enough to ask him to keep Hermione in check, he could still have interceded for them both, but there was nothing he could do now.

Finally, Hermione gave them another hard look and shoved Fred's clipboard and the paper bag of sweets into his arms.

Then, she took Aiwen and strode to the stairs of the dormitory.

"Well, I just found out who the real culprit is!" said Hermione angrily.

"I just provided appropriate help to the two of them and shortened their research time..."

Ivan wanted to tell Hermione that even without his help, Fred and George could have developed these dangerous skipping candies.

"Appropriate help? You provided them with formulas, sales channels, and a lot of research funds. Without your help, the two of them would never have developed to this point and produced more than 100 dangerous products." Hermione said, "I was so dazed at the time, I actually agreed with you to use part of the proceeds from the Hogwarts Wizarding News to fund the two of them to make some inventions."

"Okay, Hermione, I promise I will never do this again!" Ivan said hastily.

Fred and George are doing a great job right now, and they can go fast without his help.

What they needed now, as they said, was to leave Hogwarts as soon as possible and set up shop in Diagon Alley.

"Hmph, you have to make sure that they can't use these things on first-year freshmen. If you want, you can use your own body to experiment." Hermione said, taking a step forward and sticking to Aiwen, " If I find out again..."

Because they were very close, the atmosphere was a little bit sweet, and Hermione waved her small fist to see what she meant. If she found out that Fred and George were conducting dangerous research on other people, she would push Ivan to , is this a punishment?

Or, what trump card does Hermione have? Pushing Aiwen to the back is the most severe punishment...

Just then, Ron came out of the bedroom.

"Are you done?" He was visibly relieved to see that Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were gone, leaving only a bunch of unresponsive first-years lying on the couch. He didn't dare to confront Fred and George.

"It's over, thanks for your support, Ron," said Hermione sarcastically.

"You guys are doing well." Ron muttered under his breath before returning to his normal voice, "Harry isn't in the bedroom, I think he's gone to Umbridge's office, remember, she told him to Clock to report."

"By the way, she invited me to drink tea tonight." Ivan said hurriedly, avoiding Hermione's gaze, "I think I'd better go now to prevent her from bullying Harry or the two of them are arguing... "

Chapter 939 Umbridge's Office

Harry left the Great Hall with his schoolbag on his back and walked up the marble staircase two steps at a time.

The unknown fire that erupted suddenly just now was still burning in his heart.

Thinking of the astonished expressions on the faces of Ivan, Ron and Hermione, he felt a deep pleasure.

When he gradually calmed down, he regretted it a little.

Harry knew that he shouldn't be angry with Ivan and lost his temper, but he felt uncontrollably irritable in his body.

The frequent pain in his scar has been bothering him lately, but he can't talk about it.

The school is full of gossip, the original friends are full of distrust of him, Ron and Hermione are constantly arguing, the woman Umbridge is full of malice, and Professor McGonagall wants him to bow his head As a human being, Dumbledore is indifferent to him, and Aiwen allows the situation to develop...

It was the same in the morning, it was the same at noon, it was the same at night, and it was the same when he returned to the bedroom. He had nowhere to escape.

Under all kinds of pressure, he felt that he was about to be driven crazy.

Harry's pace slowed down, and he suddenly realized that he had nowhere to go.

"Go to the library and sit for a while, then go to that woman's confinement, and apologize to Ivan when I go back at night." He thought pitifully, "I want to control my temper, clear my mind, and think about nothing..."

At this moment, Peeves emerged from an empty classroom wall, throwing several inkpots like acrobatics.

"Oh, it's silly baby Potter!" Peeves giggled, "What are you doing here if you don't eat?"

He let two inkwells fall to the floor and shattered, splashing ink on the wall.

Harry jumped back quickly to avoid it, and yelled, "Get out of here, Peeves!"

"Weird is having a tantrum, I saw it all this afternoon, I told you all," said Peeves, chasing Harry down the corridor, flying on top of him, squinting mischievously at him, "Oh, many people think he has a bad temper. Potter, Potter, silly baby. Some people don't have a bad heart. They know that he is just too sad. Peeves knows best that he is a madman."

"Shut up!" Harry yelled, walking down a path.

The unknown fire in his body came out again, and he took out his wand, ready to teach Peeves a lesson.

He had learned this magic from Sirius back then, and knew how to attack Peeves with things.

But the alert Peeves did not follow, Harry saw a large portrait of Sir Cadogan.

Upon seeing Harry, Sir Cadogan drew his sword and swung it at Harry viciously, who paid him no heed.

He was fed up with it, everyone, even ghosts and portraits.

It's hard to imagine that just a few weeks ago, he missed it so much.

"Come back, you running coward! Don't back down, fight me!" Sir Cadogan yelled in a muffled voice from behind his visor, but Harry kept going, and Sir Cadogan wanted to come after him, so Jumped into an adjacent painting, but a big, fierce-looking wolfhound that lived there drove him back.

"Hello, Potter!" an angry voice shouted just as he was walking to the library door.

"What's the matter?" Harry turned his head impatiently, almost at the limit.

He saw Angelina Johnson standing on the stairs not far away, apparently running up after him.

She seemed to be more angry than him, and she might lose her temper at any time.

"I'll tell you what's the matter!" she said, rushing up to him and poking his chest hard with her fingers. "I've heard it all. How did you get yourself a friday at five o'clock this afternoon?" Confinement?"

"What?!" Harry was stunned for a moment, and immediately thought, "Oh, by the way, select the goalkeeper!"

"Now I think about it!" Angelina roared, "Didn't I tell you that I hope that all the players of the team will participate in the selection and find someone who can cooperate with each team member? Didn't I tell you But you, have I specially booked the Quidditch pitch? Now you have decided not to participate!"

"I didn't decide not to go!" said Harry, feeling stabbed at the injustice. "That woman named Umbridge put me in solitary confinement for telling her the truth about You-Know-Who .”

"Well, you can go to her directly and ask her to let you go on Friday!" Angelina said emotionally, "I don't care what you do, if you want, you may as well tell her that the mysterious man is your imagination , just to ensure that you can be there!"

After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked away aggressively, leaving Harry standing there alone.

Three second-grade girls came out of the library, and immediately shrank to the corner, avoiding him far away.

It looked like Harry would pounce on them and bite them hard, Harry really had the urge...

He sighed, although he felt that Umbridge was unlikely to let him go, but it was better to try.

Angelina was right, he couldn't miss Friday's tryout, and Quidditch was his only pleasure.

That being the case, he'd better come to Umbridge's office early to make a good impression on her.

Harry turned and walked towards Umbridge's office.

He knocked on the door, only to hear a cloyingly sweet voice calling, "Come in."

Harry walked in cautiously, looking around.

Harry had been familiar with the office when the previous owners had lived there.

In the days when Gilderoy Lockhart lived, pictures of him smiling were plastered all over the walls.

After Lupin moved in, every time he came in to look for him, there was a chance that he would meet some very interesting evil animal in a cage or box.

During the time of Sirius, it was full of all kinds of interesting Auror props and delicious candies.

And when the fake Moody lived here, the room was full of all sorts of utensils and artefacts, used to detect other people's misbehavior and hiding places, but they were all damaged, really Mad-Eye When I came back, I threw away all those things and replaced them with another batch.

Now, Harry barely recognized the room at all.

Lacey throws and tablecloths covered everything, and there were several vases filled with dried flowers, each on a Each plate has a large, brightly colored cat with a different bow around its neck.

Honestly, these things are disgusting!

Harry was terrified and just stared at them until Professor Umbridge spoke...

Chapter 940 Black Quill Pen

"Good evening, Mr. Potter."

Harry turned his head so quickly that he didn't notice her at first.

Because she was wearing a fiery red and dazzling printed long sleeve, the color blended with the tablecloth on the desk behind her, and it was almost indistinguishable.

"I, um, good evening, Professor Umbridge," said Harry awkwardly.

"Well, sit down!" she said, with a habitual smirk, pointing to a small table with lace.

She had placed a straight chair beside her, and on the desk was a blank piece of parchment, apparently intended for him.

"Hmm!" said Harry without moving. "Well, Professor Umbridge, um, before we start, I, um, I want to ask you one thing."

"Oh, what?" Her bulging eyes narrowed.

"Well, I'm on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I'm supposed to be trying out the new Keeper at five o'clock this Friday afternoon, and I don't know if I can skip detention that night and find another one." I'll make it up tonight." Harry finished speaking in one breath, looked at Umbridge's expression, and added anxiously, "Or an extra day's fine..."

His voice was getting lower and lower, because Umbridge's appearance told him that it was not going to work.

"Oh, no, Mr. Potter, this is not a negotiation or a deal," said Umbridge, grinning so wide that he seemed to have just swallowed a particularly succulent fly. "Oh, no, No, no. This is your punishment for spreading wicked, base, sensational lies, Mr. Potter, and of course the punishment cannot be adjusted to suit the convenience of the wrongdoer. No, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and Friday, you have to be here at five o'clock in the afternoon, as planned for detention. I think it's actually a good thing that you're missing out on some of your favorite activities, and it should reinforce the lesson I'm going to give you to fully understand It's good for you to realize your mistakes."

Harry felt blood rushing to his head and his ears buzzing.

According to her, he had to come here to be punished because he had spread evil, despicable, and grandstanding lies.

But what he said was the truth, and he told the truth!

Umbridge looked at Harry with his head tilted slightly, still with a crooked smile on his face.

She seemed like she knew exactly what was going on in his mind and was waiting to see if he would snap again, yelling.

That look seems to be a silent provocation, let's see if he dares to do it?

Harry really wanted to just yell like that, or pounce on it, it was just the two of them here...

With great effort, he turned his eyes away from her, threw his schoolbag beside the straight chair and sat down.

"That's right, Mr. Potter! It looks like the punishment has had its effect, and we're more in control of our emotions now, aren't we? Now, you're going to write a few sentences for me. No, not with your quill. said Umbridge coquettishly, and seeing Harry stooping to open his bag, she hastened to add, "It's a very unusual pen of mine that you want, here."

She took the long, thin black quill with a particularly sharp tip on the table and handed it to him.

"Well, I want you to write: I can't lie." She said to him softly, with a smile on her face.

"How many times?" Harry asked, with an air of praiseworthy courtesy.

"Oh, keep writing until it's etched in your mind," said Umbridge coquettishly. "Go ahead and write."

She walked to her desk and sat down, burying her head in the pile of parchment, looking like a batch of papers waiting to be corrected.

Harry raised the sharp black quill, only then did he realize that something was missing.

"You didn't give me ink," he said.

"Oh, you don't need ink," said Professor Umbridge, with a slight smile in his voice.

Harry dropped the tip of his quill to the paper and wrote: I must not lie.