Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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The trouble with Ivan again is purely because I am uncomfortable.

Next, the president of the female student union gave instructions to the prefects, telling them what he should do. These were handed down year after year. At the beginning of the new semester, it was mainly to guide the freshmen and help them get familiar with the campus.

The punishments imposed on the students by the prefects must be collected in the hands of the corresponding president of the student union, and they will review and confirm whether it is reasonable.

Aiwen naturally doesn't have time to do this kind of thing, but he can ask Hermione for help...

Chapter 913 Mibu Mibao

At the same time that Ivan was using Ginny's modified Bat Spirit Charm, she and Harry dragged their heavy suitcases and walked hard in the train aisle, while looking through the glass doors into the boxes, which were already It was full of people.

"Neville said just now that he would come up and take our seats first," Ginny said. "Where did he go?"

"I don't know." Harry also hoped to get into any box at random instead of continuing like this.

He could not help noticing that many people were staring at him with great interest.

A few people also elbowed and pointed at the person sitting next to him, five cars in a row.

This phenomenon has started since Dumbledore announced Voldemort's return last semester. Hermione said that they will gradually accept the fact, but after returning from a summer vacation, everyone's interest in him has not diminished in the slightest, but has become even stronger. powerful.

The look on their faces was as if Harry was some kind of cherished animal.

Yeah, it just occurred to him that the Daily Prophet had been telling readers all summer how he and Ivan were ignorant, lying, and terribly showy people, and that no one wanted to believe them, that Voldemort had returned.

It would be great if Aiwen was here, and he could help him share the pressure.

He wondered gloomily if these people who were staring at him and whispering to each other believed the lies of the Ministry of Magic.

Finally, in the last carriage, they met Neville.

When they were waiting for their luggage on the platform, he got on the train early and said he wanted to reserve a seat for them.

"Hey, Harry, Ginny, here!" he said, waving his hands, his round face covered with sweat, "I've searched everywhere, and this is the only one left, thank God, Luna is in it..."

Obviously, no one wants to sit with the crazy girl Luna.

Because of Aiwen, Luna is now very familiar with them, which does not help to change her reputation in school.

After Voldemort returned, she was even more alienated by others because of this relationship.

They opened the door of the box and walked in. Luna, who was sitting by the window, raised her head.

As before, she had unkempt, waist-length blond hair, very light eyebrows, and protruding eyes, which gave her an always surprised expression and a distinctly insane look about her. energy.

She had her wand stuck behind her left ear, a necklace of butterbeer corks around her neck, and a magazine held upside down in her hand.

Harry had to admit that no one knew how to contact Luna except Ivan.

At least, he didn't know what to say to the other party.

"Hello, Harry, Neville, Ginny!" Luna looked at them from the upside-down magazine.

Of course, the magazine she was carrying was The Quibbler, which everyone knew was her father's magazine.

When the "Hogwarts Wizardry" first developed, it often cooperated with them, and even the sales of "The Quibbler" once increased.

It would be better if Mr. Lovegood's style could be higher.

"Hello, Luna," said Ginny, putting her hand on the luggage rack. "How was your summer?"

"It was a good time." Luna said in a trance, "Where is Ivan? Why isn't he with you?"

"Oh, he's become the head of the Boys' Council, and he's going to give instructions to the prefects."

To Harry's surprise, Luna was not surprised at all when she learned the news, and seemed to have known this for a long time.

Or, she might not know what it means to be the president of the student union at all.

On the contrary, Neville's expression from ear to ear restored Harry's confidence somewhat. This is the expression a normal person should have.

"Ai Wen became the chairman of the Boys' Student Union?" He said in disbelief, "You didn't say such a thing on the platform."

"Extraordinary ingenuity is a man's greatest wealth." Luna said in a singing voice, "I already knew that Aiwen would become the president of the Boys' Student Union. Is there anything strange about that?"

"It seems... not really." Neville opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Aiwen does have the qualifications to become the chairman of the Boys Student Union, but it is only a matter of time...

Ginny leaned over to watch "The Quibbler" with Luna, and Harry and Neville chatted about their summer vacation experience, about his being attacked by a dementor, and the turmoil of this incident has not yet completely subsided.

The train rattled on, taking them into the open countryside.

It was a queer, capricious day indeed.

For a while, the car was full of sunshine, and for a while, the sky was gloomy and cloudy.

"By the way, I got a special birthday present this year. Guess what it is?" Neville said excitedly.

"Another memory ball?" said Harry.

He thought of the marble thing Neville's grandmother had brought him to try to improve Neville's abysmal memory.

"No," said Neville. "I've got one, but I've lost the old one for a long time. Take a look at this!"

He was holding his toad, Raffle, tightly in one hand, and with the other hand, he reached into his schoolbag and rummaged for a while, and he took out something, which looked like a small gray cactus planted in a pot, but it was not covered with thorns. , but covered with boil-like things.

"Mibu Mibao." He said proudly.

Harry stared at the thing, which throbbed slightly, looking ominously like a diseased internal organ.

"It's very, very rare!" Neville said with a beaming face, "It might not even be in the Hogwarts greenhouse, no, I'm sure it's not, I really want to show it to you now Look, Professor Sprout, my uncle Algie got it for me from Assyria, and I want to see if I can grow it."

Assyria is a slave country that arose in Mesopotamia and is considered to be the first military empire in world history.

Now it is also known as Mesopotamia, that is, the general name of the countries along the Euphrates and Tigris rivers.

But this is already a very old name, and only wizards still use it.

Because the Assyrian immigrants have a special magical civilization system, and they have guarded the secrets of the past since ancient times.

Harry stared at the Meebo Meebo, not daring to dislike it, he knew that Neville's favorite subject was herbalism, but he couldn't figure out what it was to want such a stunted little plant. use.

"I'm going to show it to Ivan and Hermione in a while, and they will definitely like it. Maybe I can write an article about my experience in cultivating Mibu Mibao and publish it in the newspaper." Neville said excitedly, "About this kind of Articles are rarely seen in the market."

"Well, what can it do?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"It's very useful!" Neville said proudly. "It has an amazing self-defense mechanism. Look, hold Raffle for me."

Chapter 914 Fairy Killer

Neville dropped the toad on Harry's lap and took a quill from his schoolbag.

Harry, Luna, and Ginny all watched Neville's actions. He held the tip of his tongue between his teeth, held the pot of rice buds in front of his eyes, found a place, and poked the plant vigorously with the tip of a quill pen. .

The next second, sap spurted from every boil on the plant.

Mibu Mibao curled up and twitched, sticky, greasy, and smelly dark green juice sprayed out, onto the ceiling and windows of the carriage, splashed onto Luna's magazines, everywhere.

Luckily, Ginny covered her face with her arm just in time, but what looked like a sticky dirty green hat was on her head.

Slime trickled down her beautiful hair, her eyes were tightly shut, a look of bewilderment appeared on her face.

It was a disaster for Harry, who was sprayed all over his face as a result of trying to catch Raffle with both hands to prevent him from escaping.

The slimy liquid was all over his face and it smelled like fetid shit.

In front of him, Neville's face and body were also sprayed wet.

He shook his head, trying to squeeze the juice out of the worst-affected eye.

This is the defense mechanism of Mibu Mibao. When it is injured, it will spray these strange liquids, and the effect is amazing.

"Yes, I'm sorry," Neville gasped, "I haven't tried it before, and I didn't expect it to be like this, but don't worry, the stinky juice is not poisonous."

He saw Harry spit on the ground, and added uneasily.

At this time, sooner or later, the door of their box was opened.

"Oh, hello, Harry!" said a timid voice. "Well, something bad happened?"

Harry wiped the lens with the hand that didn't take Raffles. A very beautiful girl with long black hair was standing at the door of the box, looking at him with a smile. It was Cho Chang, Ravenclaw The Seeker for the Ditch team.

"Hello!" Harry said in bewilderment.

"Well!" Qiu said, "I just want to come over to say hello, where are Aiwen and the others?"

"He's in the prefect's car, Alvin is the new Head Boy," Ginny said, wiping her hair with a tissue.

"Oh, the chairman of the Boys' Student Union!" Qiu was quite surprised, and immediately realized, "Okay then, goodbye!"

She waved her hand, blushing, closed the door and left.

Harry sank down on the seat, sighing.

He wished Cho had seen him sitting with a bunch of cool people who were having a good time laughing at a joke he told.

He didn't want her to see him sitting with Neville and Mad Lovegood with a toad in his hand and his face dripping with stinky juice.

"Sorry!" Neville whispered again.

"It's all right," Ginny reassured him. "Look, we can clean it up without breaking a sweat."

"Clean it up!" She pulled out her wand and waved it vigorously, and the stinky juice disappeared.

Several people in the carriage looked at the rice buds and rice treasures in the middle. This plant is really amazing!

After another half an hour, Ivan, Hermione, and Ron came out of the prefect's carriage.

The prefects have all accepted the fact that Aiwen has become the chairman of the Boys' Student Union, at least on the surface.

No one opposed him, and no one dared to disobey Ivan's orders, not even the students of Slytherin.

But Malfoy's attitude is indeed a bit strange, he even ignored Ron's provocation, which is not in line with his style.

Aiwen soon discovered that during their meeting, the news that he had become the chairman of the Boys Student Union had spread throughout the school as quickly as possible.

After seeing him pass by, everyone stepped out of the car and looked at him, talking in low voices.

What happened in the prefect's compartment just now spread throughout the entire train.

It was obvious that he was famous again, and every student was talking about it.

"We should take a look around and take a look at this year's freshmen," said Hermione.

"Hermione, let me put my things away first, and besides, I'm starving, we can go on tour after lunch." Ron dragged the heavy suitcase, while struggling to lift the owl cage, with the pig inside Scream.

"Well, let's go find Harry and Ginny first." Ivan said, not wanting to be watched by so many people.

Harry, Ginny and Neville had finished their pumpkin pie and were busy exchanging Chocolate Frog cards when they entered the box.

Luna raised her head suddenly, and her protruding eyes appeared from the upside-down magazine again, staring at Ivan who walked in.

"Hello, Luna!" Ivan said happily, sitting beside her, "How was your summer vacation?"

"Very good." Luna said in a trance, "I heard that you became the president of the boys' student union!"

"Yeah." Ivan waved his hand, as if it was just a trivial matter.

Looking at Luna's expression, she seemed to think it was a small matter and didn't pay much attention to it.

"I read the report in the Daily Prophet, and my dad said they were lying." Luna continued, "I didn't have time to tell you last semester, but I support your statement. I believe you and Harry said Those words, I believe that person is back."

"Oh, thank you!" Ivan said, Luna is always sharp in this kind of thing, much sharper than others.

"By the way, do you want to read it?" Luna handed "The Quibbler" to Ivan, "This is my dad's latest article, if you are interested, you can put it in the "Hogwarts Wizarding News" "Above, Dad said there is no problem."

Aiwen took over the magazine, and the previous report:

When Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge was elected minister five years ago, he denied that he had any intention of taking over Gringotts Wizarding Bank.

Fudge always insists that he only wants to "cooperate peacefully" with our gold custodian, but is that really the case?

Sources in close contact with the Ministry of Magic have recently revealed that Fudge's strongest ambition is to control the goblin gold reserves.

He will not hesitate to use force if necessary.

"It won't be the first time either!" said a Ministry insider. "His friends call him Cornelius Fudge the Goblin-Slayer, if you could hear him say that when he thought no one was around." Those dreadful words. Oh, and he was always talking about the goblins he'd killed, drowned, thrown, thrown from upstairs, poisoned, baked in pies. Also, he often uses goblin meat for dinner..."

"It's really interesting, Goblin Slayer Cornelius Fudge." Ivan said with a smile, thinking the report was very interesting.

This kind of thing is too bizarre, in the same tone as "The Quibbler", it can't be true at all.

Fudge may have a lot of faults, but he's not enough to make goblins into pies and use them for dinner.