Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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Otherwise, if Aiwen was allowed to lie on it and lick herself, she might soon lose the ability to resist at all.

At that time, he can only let him do whatever he wants on his body, which may not be as simple as gently licking his collarbone.

"I, I'm going to the bathroom!" Hermione said suddenly, holding Ivan with one hand, stood up, and hurried out.

With her back turned to Ginny, she didn't know if she had noticed, and quickly walked out of the room.

As soon as the door closed, Hermione opened her pajamas in an unladylike manner, and Ivan slowly slid out along her body...

In the dim corridor, a person and a cat just stared at each other.

In the end, Hermione slammed Ivan on the forehead before walking towards the bathroom.

Ai Wen hesitated for a moment but didn't follow, and wandered to the library downstairs.

I won't be able to fall asleep even if I go back like this, so I might as well go and see what magic book there is...

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The next day, everyone started helping Mrs. Weasley clean the house.

Although Kreacher had wiped off the thick dust everywhere, he was too old, and there were still many places that he hadn't taken care of.

For example, the reception room on the second floor is a long room with a high ceiling.

Inside, the olive-green walls were hung with dirty tapestries, and every time someone stepped on the carpet a small puff of dust was kicked up, and the long, chartreuse velvet curtains buzzed as if inside. Flying many invisible bees.

Mrs. Weasley told everyone that it was a fox, and she asked everyone to wrap a cloth around their face to cover their nose and mouth.

"Now, cover your face and get a bottle of spray!" said Mrs. Weasley, pointing to two bottles of black liquid on a table with long legs. I've seen pests infested like this."

Hermione's face was half covered by a tea towel, and Ivan saw her lower her head to hide from him deliberately.

Since eating breakfast in the morning, Hermione hasn't looked into Ivan's eyes, she must be angry!

Thinking about it carefully, it was indeed a bit too exciting to play last night...

But it's a cat, no amount of contact between humans and cats is too much.

If I had to say it, it was Hermione who got into Ivan's pajamas first and licked his chest first.

At best, Aiwen just learned from others, and the situation at that time was quite special.

Besides, it has nothing to do with the current relationship between him and Hermione, it's a matter of course.

But since Hermione was angry, Ivan decided to apologize first, anyway, he was taking advantage of it...

Ivan didn't know that, apart from being a little annoyed, the main reason Hermione didn't dare to look at Ivan was shyness.

All of a sudden, she hadn't figured out how to face Aiwen, and she was afraid that her face would turn red first if she looked at her!

It's not right if she doesn't care about this situation, it makes her seem like she still wants it...

Well, if you come again, you'd better find a place where no one is there to try.

On the other side, Fred and George are showing Harry and Ron their latest product.

They wanted to show everyone last night that the two of them improved various kinds of quick-acting class-skipping sugar during this summer vacation.

"The past products had a lot of flaws. The two of us re-read the Potions textbook a while ago and got inspired. Now this series of candies are divided into two parts, with their own antidote function. For example, this vomiting candy... ..."

Fred took out a piece of candy from his pocket, divided into purple and orange parts.

"How does this thing work?" Ron asked, his eyes falling on the candy in Fred's hand.

"If you eat the orange half of this vomit candy, you throw up. And when you rush out of the classroom to the hospital, you swallow the purple half, and it makes you alive again, makes you Be able to do the leisure activities you like during that hour, otherwise it must be boring and unprofitable."

"Yeah, that's what our ad says anyway," said George.

He moved sideways out of Mrs. Weasley's sight, pulled together the few foxes that had fallen on the ground, and put them in his pocket.

With the increase in the number of products, their current advertisement in the "Hogwarts Wizardry" has occupied two full pages.

These ads ran for long periods of time, with occasional color pages and moving photos to promote new products.

It is more appropriate to describe it as an advertisement than a shopping guide page.

Aiwen and Lupine found that little wizards prefer to watch this kind of stuff rather than those real-time reports.

"I think the effect of the orange part is already good. After all, it has been successful in the past. The trouble now is that the antidote part of the purple part needs some work. After we strengthened the effect, our testers vomited endlessly. Nope, can't even swallow the purple half with a breather." Fred went on, "It's not very good even if you swallow it."

"But if the effect is too weak, the professors may not give you a fake, but let you forcefully hold back in class."

"That's right, I really want to know how Madam Pomfrey made those people stop vomiting." George said, "Ivan, you must help us find out later, or find a new antidote formula. By the way, And nosebleed nougats and coma flower candies..."

"Let's talk about it in the evening, I don't have time in the afternoon." Ai Wen said, "Hermione and I are going to Diagon Alley to buy a book on the principle of making broomsticks, and we have to meet someone by the way, and we may not be back until very late. "

He wrote a letter to Rita Skeeter over breakfast and asked to meet her at the Leaky Cauldron at two o'clock in the afternoon.

Harry and Ron hadn't slept since he went back last night.

Ivan had already obtained all the details of his being attacked by a dementor from Harry, and wrote them together in the morning.

He was going to give these materials to Rita Skeeter and ask her to write a report that the Dementors were not under the control of the Ministry of Magic.

Anyway, she is very good at this kind of guesswork, not to mention, this thing is true.

For the sake of safety, Lupine wants to accompany them, but he is also busy with the backlog of the newspaper office, so after entering Diagon Alley, it is completely Ivan and Hermione who act together. Ivan intends to take this opportunity and Hermione Rebuilt for good.

If not, we can only talk about it later!

Chapter 871 Unemployed Rita Skeeter

Lupine didn't come until lunch time, having been busy with the newspaper all morning.

Because he had to go to the underground world to communicate with those werewolves during this period, he naturally didn't have much energy to deal with the affairs of the newspaper office. He recommended several excellent editors and managers to Aiwen, many of whom were dug from the "Daily Prophet" over here.

They had considerable experience keeping the newspaper running even in Lupine's absence.

But many important things still require him to make a decision, or mail it to Ivan for a decision.

When he was at Hogwarts, Ivan received such letters for a few minutes every week. After referring to the opinions of Lupine and the newspaper management staff, he discussed with Hermione to make a decision, and then gave feedback.

When he went out to contact the giant some time ago, all these things were left to Hermione and Lupine.

During the month when Ivan and Hermione arrived in Egypt, everything was on Lupine alone.

He had to leave the Underworld every now and then to come back to deal with these things, which made him look even more haggard.

Simply, he has not really integrated into the werewolf group, and if he does, he may disappear for a long time.

Ivan and the others have been eliminating the foxes in the curtains, and this work is more troublesome than imagined.

Kreacher also came to help halfway, but it still took them all morning.

Finally, the curtains stopped humming, and they hung limply, damp from too much spraying, and under them, unconscious foxes lay densely in the bucket, and beside them a In the bowl are their black eggs.

Crookshanks sniffed them, and Fred and George looked at them eagerly.

This thing can be used to configure a powerful love potion, but it is slightly poisonous.

Toxic if taken in certain amounts, Fred and George figured they could handle that toxicity.

"Okay, let's deal with those after lunch."

Mrs. Weasley pointed to the dusty glass-doored cabinets on either side of the mantelpiece, which were filled with all manner of oddities: a collection of rusty short swords, animal paws, a coiled snakeskin , and a large pile of dull, black silver boxes, engraved with incomprehensible ancient characters, and the most unpleasant thing is a decorative crystal bottle with a large opal embedded in the stopper. Full of what was sure to be blood.

Simply put, these are dark magic items or have evil black magic cast on them.

It was neither beautiful nor dangerous to leave these things like this, and Mrs. Weasley naturally couldn't let them be here.

She was going to pack them all up until Sirius came back to deal with them.

Based on what Ivan knew about Sirius, he would probably pack all these things up and throw them away.

He loathed everything in the house, even the last name "Blake."

If so, what a pity!

Ivan beckoned to Kreacher, and told the elf to pick out a few of them and bring them to him.

He was fascinated by the black magic on them, especially those silver boxes carved with ancient writings.

When they had just walked to the kitchen, there was a harsh tinkling of the doorbell.

Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Black's piercing screams echoed again throughout the house.

Mrs. Weasley hurried over to open the door, and along the narrow and dark corridor, everyone saw Mundungus come in, and he was carrying a large stack of crucibles that were crumbling and about to fall.

"It's Mundungus!" Aiwen said, taking out a long parchment list from his pocket, "He probably asked me to get the broomstick material purchase list, we'd better check if there is anything missing thing."

"What did he bring all those cauldrons for?" asked Hermione.

"Maybe I want to find a safe place to hide." Ivan said, and Hermione fell silent.

It made him feel very uncomfortable, which was not Hermione's style.

If it was normal, she would definitely start analyzing this matter directly.

"Surely so!" continued Harry. "Isn't that what he was supposed to be doing the night he was following me? Buying the cauldron of unknown origin?"

"Yes, you are right!"

They saw Mundungus struggling to carry the cauldrons through the door, but Mrs Weasley stopped him.

In the next second, even though they were far away, they could still hear an explosion-like sound, even louder than Mrs. Black's voice, and everyone could clearly hear Mrs. Weasley's screaming at the top of her throat.

"We're not a place to hide stolen goods!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley, looking at Mundungus angrily. Loads of stolen cauldrons dragged into the house!"

"I like it when Mommy yells at people like that," Fred said.

"That idiot, how could he let her get mad." George shook his head. "She must be distracted early, or she will grow angry and yell for hours on end. Ha Leigh, Mom has been looking forward to giving Mundungus a hard time ever since he sneaked away when he was supposed to be following you."

Sure enough, Mrs Weasley's reprimand continued for a long time.

In the end, Mundungus had to take those crucibles away, and also took Ivan's shopping list and Jin Gallon before leaving.

He obviously didn't intend to buy these things in Diagon Alley, he had his own purchasing channels.

Ivan estimated that it must be in Knockturn Alley or the underground world. If the conditions did not allow it, he really wanted to go and see it with Mundungus.

After lunch, Ivan, Hermione and Lupine set off to Diagon Alley.

Harry wanted to go too, but now he is an important protection object, so he can only stay in the house and can't go anywhere.

As for Ron, Ginny, Fred and George, Mrs. Weasley wouldn't let them out either.

After some spinning, Alvin, Hermione and Lupine appeared in the Leaky Cauldron.

It was as peaceful as it had been a few months ago, without the tension of Voldemort's return.

Because the school's list for the new semester has not yet come out, naturally there are not many students who come to Diagon Alley to purchase.

The Leaky Cauldron is full of cute little witches who came to Diagon Alley from the countryside to buy things, witches who have nothing to do, and a few old wizards who are leisurely drinking and playing cards. The owner of the bar, Tom, is carefully wiping the glass behind the bar.

After Lupine left, Ivan and Hermione found a corner table and ordered two glasses of juice.

Hermione had been looking at the material about Harry being attacked by a dementor, and ignored Ivan.

Alvin knew what he had to say to break the silence.

But he found a few topics, but Hermione didn't answer.

"Woman!" Ivan bit the straw, kept Hermione's eyes level, and touched Hermione pitifully with his toes.

Hermione's feet stepped back, and Ivan moved a little further.

After a few seconds of this, Hermione couldn't back down.

She took a deep breath, clenched her fists and prepared to have a good talk with Ivan about what happened last night.

Just as Hermione raised her head, she saw a familiar woman walking in from outside, it was Rita Skeeter.

She looked around, and when she saw Ivan and Hermione, her expression seemed to be forced to drink stinky juice.

Chapter 872 Transaction and Cooperation

Let's be honest, being unemployed is not for Rita.

The curls that had been carefully ironed before were found straightened and hung in a mess.

The red polish had peeled off the two-inch pointed nails, and two fake jewels had fallen from the glasses.

The leather bag made of crocodile leather has also lost its luster. Like the whole person, it gives people a down-and-out feeling.