Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

He looked at Ivan's letter again, and made sure he read it right!

"Empty your mind?!" Harry couldn't see how it would help.

Immediately, he noticed the following content, and Ivan and Hermione would also come over tomorrow afternoon.

Harry decided not to think about that weird dream and Ivan's strange suggestion for a while, and the great joy still continued.

He only had to put up with the Dursleys for another day before he could leave the house.

Perhaps, this is the last time he returns here.

When Sirius recovered, he could move in with them, and get rid of the Dursleys forever.

Harry smirked as he picked up the quill and grabbed a piece of clean parchment, on which he wrote: Ron, I'm all right here, Muggles say I can come.See you at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon, I can't wait.

He folded the letter very small, and the little owl jumped up and down excitedly.

Harry had some trouble tying the letter to its leg, and no sooner had it been tied than the owl set off.

It flew out of the window with a whoosh and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, Harry wrote another letter to Ivan and Hermione, the content was similar, that is, see you tomorrow.

"Hedwig, please go to Ivan's house again!" Harry paused, "Then wait for me at Ron's house, understand?"

Hedwig gave a low cry, and it gently bit Harry's finger lovingly.

Then, it spread its huge wings, made a soft swishing sound, and flew out of the open window lightly.

Harry watched it disappear into the air, turned around and got under the bed, pried the loose floorboards, and pulled out a large piece of cake.

He sat down on the floor and began to eat, enjoying the surging joy in his heart.

He had cake and Dudley had nothing but grapefruit.

It was a bright summer day, and he was leaving Privet Drive tomorrow, his scar fully healed, and he had Sirius and the Quidditch World Cup to watch.

It was hard for Harry to get upset about things at such moments, and not even Voldemort could spoil his joy.

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The next morning, Ivan and Hermione packed their luggage early.

With the help of Dobby the house-elf, their belongings were quickly delivered to the Weasleys' home.

Alvin and Hermione originally planned to walk to the Dursley's house, but his father insisted on sending them there.

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, just like the dinner party two years ago, Ivan's father's car heard the door of No. [-] Privet Drive steadily.

It looked exactly the same as before, just a little more dilapidated.

"We're here!" Ivan said softly.

"Is this the house of Harry's uncle and aunt?!" Hermione asked curiously, it was her first time here.

She had heard Harry tell countless stories about the Dursleys over the past few years.

Hermione knew what kind of people they were and how they treated wizards.

She surveyed the house cautiously, looking for Harry, but saw nothing.

Harry didn't come out, but the Dursleys were waiting outside the door early.

They came out to meet Mr. Mason, and they seemed polite.

Mr. Dursley, in his best suit and with a forced smile on his face, looked downright weird.

Beside him was Harry's Aunt Petunia, who looked less friendly.

"Welcome, Mr. Mason!" Mr. Dursley said, glanced at Ivan and Hermione unnaturally, "It's really an honor for you to visit again, come in and have a cup of afternoon tea."

Several people said a few polite words before walking in.

Just like Ai Wen's impression, the house was cleaned up very clean, and the furniture was polished to a shiny finish.

It's just that there are more toys and various supplies related to Dali, but there is still no trace of Harry.

"Where is Harry?" Ivan asked.

There are still more than two hours before the agreed time, and they are early!

"Oh, he's upstairs in his own room!" said Mr. Dursley disgustedly. "You can go to him."

In his opinion, having three evil little wizards get together in his house is the worst thing that can happen.

However, for the sake of Mr. Mason's face, he did not show this emotion.

Chapter 436 Contact with the Dursleys

As soon as Ivan and Hermione reached the second floor, they saw Dudley, who was like a pig, clutching his butt, screaming and running back to his room.

With a bang, the door was slammed shut.

"The one just now is Harry's cousin, right?!" Hermione said suspiciously, "Why did he run away when he saw us?"

"I think it's probably because of fear..." Ivan replied.

He knew that every encounter Dudley had with wizards had ended badly.

The first was Hagrid, who had a curled pig's tail protruding from the back of Dudley's trousers.

The Dursleys had to pay to send him to a private hospital in London and have his tail cut off.

When he had just recovered from the fright, he met Dobby the house-elf.

Because he spoke ill of Harry in front of Ivan, the angry Dobby made Dudley grow another pig's tail.

In the end, it was Alvin's parents who paid the Dursleys a large sum of money to calm them down.

But the unlucky Dudley had to go to the hospital again to accept this confidential private service and cut off the pig's tail!

It was terrible, it happened twice, no wonder they screamed when they saw Alvin and Hermione.

In his view, all wizards are the same, a bunch of monsters who will make him grow pig tails.

Little did he know that underage wizards couldn't cast magic outside of school.

There are marks on everyone's wand, and the Ministry of Magic can detect magic fluctuations in a certain area.

Of course, leaving England to use magic like Ivan did before, there's nothing they can do.

Now, the panicked Dudley was clutching his ass, shivering in the room.

He was afraid that he would be targeted by Ivan and Hermione again, repeating the previous tragedy.

Ivan ignored Dudley, and he led Hermione to Harry's cabin at the end of the corridor.

Pushing open the door, Harry was packing his luggage inside.

The big school suitcase was left open in the middle of the room, and Harry was sweating profusely as he worked on it.

Beside him were scattered the invisibility cloak he inherited from his father, the flying broom gifted to him by Sirius, as well as various textbooks and other daily necessities and magic props.

Seeing that the door was opened, he raised his head in astonishment, and then smiled happily.

"Ivan, Hermione, you are here!" Harry said with a smile.

He rushed over and gave each of them a hug, looking so happy!

"Nice to meet you, Harry!" Ivan looked around, "You look so messy!"

"It's almost time for departure, why haven't you packed your luggage yet?!" Hermione said sharply, her brows furrowed tightly.

"Forget it, my uncle and aunt have been entangled all morning, and I don't have time to pack things at all." Harry waved his hand, "Leave me alone, Alvin, where did you and Sirius go on vacation? Why did he Injured so badly? Has the curse on you been broken? Also, why do you want me to practice Occlumency?"

It was obvious that Harry had too many questions.

He asked a lot of questions in one breath, and Ivan answered them one by one.

As he explained, he followed Hermione to help Harry pack his things.

They pulled out all the food Harry had hidden under the loose floorboard, and there was a lot of food in there.

Then Harry searched and searched the corners of the bedroom for the forgotten spellbook and quill.

After packing everything into boxes, he took down the form hanging on the wall, which marked all the days until September [-]st.

He had to cross off the above day every day, just looking forward to returning to Hogwarts soon.

Harry has a lot of things, and the three of them have spent a lot of effort.

By the time they went downstairs, Ivan's father had already left, and there were still things waiting for him in the company.

Right now, inside the residence at No. [-] Privet Drive, the atmosphere is extremely tense.

Dudley was called down, and the six of them sat at the dining table divided into two sides.

They drank tea in silence, neither of them knew what to talk about.

The thought of a group of wizards coming to visit soon made the Dursleys look irritable and nervous.

"Come on, boy!" Mr. Dursley yelled suddenly, jumping everyone up. "The people who are coming, I hope you've told them to dress modestly. I've seen your kind in Things, they'd better wear normal clothes, that's proper!"

Alvin and Hermione came in Muggle costumes, and the Dursleys couldn't say anything.

However, Ivan had never seen Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, or the children of his family wearing Muggle clothes.

Usually, they all wear various tattered wizard robes.

In fact, Harry paid no attention to his uncle's yelling.

He was just a little worried about how disrespectful the Dursleys would treat them if they appeared as the most terrifying wizards the Dursleys had in their minds.

"They must be driving, aren't they?" Mr. Dursley snapped again.

"Hmm!" Harry nodded, "Probably so!"

Hearing Harry's answer, Ivan subconsciously covered his forehead.

Mr. Weasley used to own a vintage Ford Anglia, but right now, that car was running wild in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.

Because of this flying car, Ivan became a celebrity in the school right after he entered school.

From the establishment of Hogwarts to the present, no little wizard has reported in a flying car.

Not to mention, Ivan also missed the academy's sorting ceremony.

Of course, the experience of more than two years has proved that this is only an insignificant part of Aiwen's various legendary deeds.

Flying cars are nothing compared to what happened next.

After asking the question, Mr. Dursley snorted heavily and spat his beard.

As usual, he would have asked Mr. Weasley what kind of car he was driving.

He liked to judge other men by how spacious and expensive their cars were.

Obviously, he still retained some sanity and didn't ask Harry this question.

Mr. Dursley glanced at Ivan and Hermione contemptuously, and then slowly turned his small black eyes to other places.

There was another awkward silence before Harry's Aunt Petunia stood up and kept peering out through the mesh curtain.

It was as if she had been warned that a rhino had escaped from the zoo.

She kept swinging the cushion from side to side like an obsessive-compulsive psychosis.

Beside Ivan, Hermione touched his arm secretly, and the two looked at each other.

Hermione had never seen such a scary person, and if she could, she wished she could go back to Harry's room instead of sitting here with the Dursleys.

Chapter 437 The Fireplace Blows Up

In this silent, tense atmosphere, time gradually passed.

The tea in the cups in front of Ivan, Harry, and Hermione had long been drained, but no one refilled them.

Neither Harry's uncle nor aunt seemed to mean it.

Ivan does know a spell that can conjure wine, but he can't cast it here.

But it didn't bother him. The cloth pouch he carried with him, which had been enlarged with the traceless stretching spell, contained a lot of drinks.

They are all the juices he brought back from France. Under the light, these juices will reflect colorful and dreamy light, which is very famous in the French magic circle.