Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

If needed, Ai Wen can help them bring these things out, not to be discovered by Mrs. Weasley.

He has a cloth bag from Nicole Leme, and under the influence of alchemy and the invisible stretch spell, the appearance of the cloth can hold a lot of things.

The anti-detection magic above ensures that things inside are not found.

But obviously, because Ai Wen had been delayed for too long in the Ginny room last night.

By the time he went back, Harry, Ron, Fred, and George had fallen asleep and didn't tell him about it.

It is now discovered by Mrs. Weasley that it is too late to say anything!

Ai Wen’s remarks to Hermione last night could not be said to Mrs. Weasley.

Let me not believe that she will believe that alchemy, the book of Abraham and the evil spirits need to be kept secret.

"Fly and fly! Fly around! Fly and fly!" Mrs. Weasley shouted.

A lot of deformed candy, fat tongue toffee and other gadgets, flying out from unexpected places.

Includes the inner lining of a George jacket and the cuffs of Fred jeans.

"Mom, it took us half a year to develop these things!" Fred yelled.

"You can't do this!" George looked at Mrs. Weasley with a distressed look and threw these things into the burning fire.

"Hey, it’s really good to spend half a year on this," Mrs. Weasley screamed. "No wonder you both ls ordinary wizards can’t get good grades. They have been studying these things all day long!"

Under her angry gaze, Fred and George lowered their heads, and no one in the kitchen dared to speak.

All in all, when everyone left, the atmosphere was not very friendly.

When Mrs. Weasley kissed Mr. Weasley’s cheek, she still had a face.

As for Fred and George, the attitude was even worse. They put the rucksack on their backs and walked into the fireplace without saying a word.

They are going to fly through the net to the St. Mungo Magical Injury Hospital.

After another round of whirl, Avon drilled out from the spacious waiting room fireplace in St. Mungo.

This is his second time here, the last time he followed Little Sirius and they came to visit Ron.

Compared with before, it may be due to the time is too early.

At this time, the waiting room was quiet, and under the dim light, a wizard waiting to see the doctor could not see it.

The hall, which was originally very spacious, is extraordinarily empty.

The air is filled with the cold smell of mixed disinfectant water, and it feels a little infiltrating.

It seems that there may be something horrible at any time, jumping out of the corner.

"Come on, I know where he is!" Mr. Weasley whispered.

They crossed the double door between the waiting room and the ward and walked through a narrow corridor.

On both sides are portraits of famous therapists, crystal candles with candles floating on the ceiling, looking like huge soap bubbles.

Just arrived in front of the ward, but before they entered, they saw Sirius coming out with a smile.

He looks very interested, like everyone else, is also a Muggle dress.

"How come you come, I can't wait!" Sirius said, and then hug everyone.

"Sirius, your injury?!" Harry looked at him in surprise.

"Don't worry, just a little skin trauma, I have already recovered!" Sirius stared Harry's shoulder and smiled on his face. "Harry, are you okay, are those Muggles bullying you?"

"I, I am very good!" Harry hesitated, not sure if it was necessary to say his grievances.

But he hasn't had time to stop himself, and he has been talking about it.

From his concern for Sirius and Ivan, this bad experience of the summer vacation was abandoned by the Dursleys alone, and the strange dreams and injuries and pains, he said all of his brain.

Harry had never felt this way, and he confided all this to an elder who he fully believed.

In the face of Sirius, it is like his father.

Instead of disturbing the dialogue between Harry and Sirius, they left enough room for them.

They know that Harry, who has never experienced parental love, needs this feeling.

For Sirius, this is also a long-awaited thing.

Sirius listened carefully to Harry's confession and whispered his opinion to him.

After waiting for a lot of things, he and Harry said that he came to Ai Wen.

"Thank you, Avon!" said Sirius, "Dumbledore told me that after I fainted, you saved me and let me return to this life."

Ai Wen is not good at all. In fact, he should thank Sirius.

If Sirius would use magic to push him up from that huge pit, he might have fallen to death!

Everyone said for a while, Sirius took out something that seemed to be a ghost flying ball.

"Come on, kids, we can't miss the World Cup!" Sirius said, "It's time to get there. If there is anything to say later, let's go now!"

“How did we go past and use the phantom to shape it?” Harry asked curiously.

"No!" Mr. Weasley took the ghost ball from Sirius. "We went there with the door key. It was a good luck. The department prepared a door key at the St. Mungo Magical Injury Hospital. Don't go out and look for it. ""

"The door key?!" Harry stared at the ghost ball in his hand.

"Remember, I said before, about 100,000 wizards are coming to watch the World Cup!" Mr. Weasley explained, "So many people want to gather in one place and need a very strict organization. The first thing is to put everyone. The time of arrival is staggered."

Among the 100,000 wizards, there are a few who are able to use the apparition.

In the forest around the final venue, the Ministry of Magic specialized in a safe area for apparition.

However, for those who are unwilling or not phantom, use other methods.

"People who have cheap tickets have to arrive two weeks in advance. Some people use Muggle transportation, but the number is limited. We can't let too many people stuff Muggle buses and trains," Mr. Weasley said. "So, we used the door key. The role of this game is to transport the wizard from one place to another within the specified time. If necessary, a large number of people can be transported at one time, and two are placed in the UK. Hundreds of door keys."

"So, this ghost flying ball is a door key?!" Harry continued.

“Yes!” said Sirius. “I have inquired that there are only a few of us near St. Mungo. Come on, there will be less than a minute, and the time is coming!”

I have used the door keys many times before, and only Harry, Ron, and Hermione still don't know.

He whispered to Hermione the principle of the door key and how to use it. (To be continued.)

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