Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Evan tried to make himself lie a little more comfortable. He squinted and saw Stansey give Harry a "Prophet's Daily". The front page is a huge photo of Sirius Black. His face is sunken, his long hair is tangled together, his skin is white and waxy.

"He looks scary, isn't he?" Stan looked closely at Harry's face. "It's all about his recent news. Sirius Black is considered the most notorious of the prisoners who have been in Azkaban Castle." of."

“Have he killed thirteen people?” Harry whispered. “Are you killed with a spell?”

"Yes! In the face of the witnesses, in the broad daylight, it caused a lot of trouble!" Stan came over and lowered his voice and said, "Black is trying to support the mysterious person. He has a very close relationship with the mysterious person. You know, when Harry Potter was going to be killed by the mysterious man..."

Ai Wen saw Harry uncomfortably pulling the hair of his forehead again.

"All the supporters of the mysterious people have been pursued. These people know that since the mysterious people have escaped, they will be finished, so they are all honest, only the Sirius Black is not like this. He is the most loyal supporter of the mysterious person. I heard that he thinks that one day the mysterious person will be in power, then he is the second person."

"In any case, they forced Black to go to the streets, the street was full of Muggles, Black took out his wand, fried half a street, a wizard was killed, twelve Muggles also It’s horrible, isn’t it? Do you know what Black is doing next?” Stan said with exaggerated whispers.

"What?" Harry asked nervously.

"Laughter!" said Stein. "It was just standing there laughing. When the people who had reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic arrived, he quietly followed them and laughed all the way."

"He won't be crazy?"

"If he was not crazy when he arrived in Azkaban, it should be crazy now." Stan whispered, "Navi, you know Azkaban, no one can stay in it for so long. But now he When it came out, Azkaban had never escaped before, wasn't it? The guards there couldn't resist, didn't they?"

Harry nodded uncomfortably, and Stan, who was on the side, looked pale and seemed to be scared by what he said.

Evan looked at them silently, and if the two guys realized that they had just passed by Sirius Black, would they faint and faint.

Next, no one spoke.

The knight bus marched in the darkness, smashing the shrubs, the bollards at the top of the pedestrian safety island, telephone booths and trees. Harry lay on his feather bed, restless, miserable and miserable.

Ai Wen stretched out his claws and licked Harry's hair. Harry seemed to want to hug him. He hurriedly jumped to the side to escape.

The sky outside the window was brighter than before, and Avon saw a tattered small bar appearing in front, and the knight bus stopped and stopped.

Ai Wen went to Harry's shoulder and they got out of the car. Stan put Harry's suitcase and Hedwig's cage on the sidewalk, and the Cavaliers bus drove off.

"Okay, then we are going to the Gringotts..." Harry slammed down and looked at the front with a look of horror.

"You are here, Harry!" In the darkness, a figure suddenly came out of the low and dark hall of the Cauldron Bar, the Minister of Magic, Connelly Fudge.

Harry was secretly nervous. He dragged his heavy suitcase and was brought into the bar by Fudge. A man with a bent back and a lantern in his hand appeared in the doorway behind the bar.

This is Tom, the boss who has wrinkles and no teeth at the Kettle Bar.

"You found him, Minister!" Tom stooped and bowed. "What do you want to drink, beer or brandy?"

"Come on a pot of tea." Fudge looked awkward. He pointed to a chair next to the fire and said to Harry, "Sit down, Harry."

Harry sat down, and despite the fire, Avon could still feel his body twitching slightly and seemed very nervous.

Fudge took off his green pinstriped robes and threw it aside, then quickly pulled up his dark green suit pants and sat down opposite Harry.

"We just met three months ago, Harry! I am Connelly Fudge, Minister of Magic."

Fudge said quickly, strangely glanced at the black cat lying on Harry's shoulder.

Harry nodded prudently. He couldn't believe that he was personally caught by the Minister of Magic himself. Three months ago, the other party had just given themselves, Ivan, Hermione, and Ron a special contribution award. Is it necessary to expel him? !

He hasn't said anything yet, the bar owner Tom has appeared again, taking the tea and baking pancakes in a tray.

He placed the tray on the table between Fudge and Harry, left the seat, and took the door with him.

"Well, Harry!" Fudge said as he poured out the tea. "I am not afraid of you knowing, you let us panic, run out from your aunt and uncle's house! I thought it was... .. but fortunately you have nothing to do, the most important thing is this."

Fudge put butter on his baking pan and then pushed the plate to Harry.

"Eat, Harry, you look dead. You will be happy to hear how we solved the unfortunate insult of Miss Maggie. Before a few hours, two members of the Incidental Reversal Department were ordered. When she arrived at Nuwa Road, Miss Maggie recovered and her memory was adjusted. She didn't remember it, and it was like this, without causing any harm."

Evan gently jumped on the long table and gave himself a baking pancake.

He saw Fudge smile at Harry from the side of the cup, like an uncle looking at his beloved nephew. Opposite the table, Harry didn't believe his ears, opened his mouth and seemed to talk, and couldn't think of what to say, so he closed his mouth.

"Ah, are you worried about the reaction of your aunt and uncle?" Fudge said. "Well, I don't deny that they are extremely angry. Harry, but as long as you stay at Hogwarts for Christmas and Easter, They are preparing to let you go back next summer."

"I will always spend Christmas and Easter at Hogwarts." Harry felt his scorpion eyes no longer blocked. "I don't want to go back to the women's road."

"Hey, hey, wait for you to calm down, I am sure you won't think so!" Fudge said with a worried tone. "They are your family after all, I am sure that you are deeply in love with each other." ""

Harry didn't want to correct Fudge's opinion, he was still waiting to hear how to send him down.

"The question left now is, where have you spent the rest of the two weeks?"

"I think I can go to my classmate Ai Wen's home, he invited me to go many times." Harry said uncertainly.

"You are talking about Avon Mason. That kid is really good. He helped us a lot in the secret room. Thanks to the article he wrote, people corrected their misunderstanding of the Ministry of Magic." Butter the second baking pan, "But this time he may not be able to help, since that person... In fact, I suggest you open a room in the Kettle Bar and stay there until The summer vacation is over."