Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

"You're going to have a really fun year," Bill said, "and I might take time off to watch some..."

"Part of what?" Ron pressed.

At this moment, Ivan and Sirius had just walked over, and Harry hurriedly asked Sirius what was going on.

"I can't say, Harry!" Sirius said with a smile, and went to hug Harry tightly, "You'll know when the time comes, it will definitely satisfy you, this is a rare and big scene. "

"But……"

Harry was about to say something more, but the train whistle blew and Mrs. Weasley herded them towards the door.

"Goodbye, Sirius! Goodbye, Mrs. Weasley, and thank you for letting us stay," said Hermione.

By this time they had boarded the train, the doors were closed, and she leaned out the window to speak to Mrs Weasley.

"Oh, I'd love to, dear!" said Mrs. Weasley, "I'd like to invite you and Irving and Harry to Christmas, but I guess you'd rather stay at Hogwarts, because or something like that."

"Mom!" Ron said irritably, "What the hell is going on, you four all know about it, and you're keeping it from us?"

"I reckon you'll figure it out tonight," said Mrs. Weasley, smiling. "It's going to be exciting, let me tell you, I'm so glad they've changed the charter..."

"What charter?" asked Harry, Ron, Fred, and George simultaneously.

"I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will tell you, well, be nice, you know? Did you hear that, Fred? And you, George?" cried Mrs. Weasley.

Her words were overshadowed by the loud hiss of the engine's pistons, and the train began to move.

"Tell us what happened to Hogwarts!" Fred yelled out the window, "What did they change the charter?"

Sirius, Mrs. Weasley, Bill and Charlie waved at them and were heading away rapidly.

"Enough is enough, I want to know what the hell is going on?!" Fred said sullenly.

Ivan, Harry, Ron and Hermione separated from the two of them and entered an empty compartment.

The dense raindrops crackled on the glass windows, making it difficult for them to see the scenery outside.

Ron opened his trunk, pulled out his purple dress robe, and put it over the pig's cage, which squealed too loudly.

"Dad and Mom won't say anything. Something big will definitely happen in the school this year." Ron said sullenly.

"Ivan, do you know?" Harry suddenly turned around and asked.

In his impression, Aiwen knew almost everything, and there was nothing difficult for Aiwen.

Now that all the bylaws have been amended, it's actually no secret that there is a Triwizard Tournament.

Just as Ivan was about to say, Hermione's cold little hand was pressed against his lips.

"Shh!" she whispered, pointing to the cubicle next to them.

At this moment, a familiar drawling voice drifted in from the open door.

"You know, my father really considered sending me to Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts. He knew the headmaster of that school. Well, you know what he thought of Dumbledore, who was too Like Mudbloods, Durmstrang doesn't allow those sleazy people to go to school. But my mother doesn't want me to go to school that far away. Father said Durmstrang has a better attitude towards black arts than Ho Gwartz is much more reasonable. Durmstrang's students are really learning the Dark Arts, not like us, learning some shitty defense and hiring some shitty people as teachers..."

507 Triwizard Tournament

After listening for a while, Hermione stood up and tiptoed to the compartment door.

She closed the door gently to keep Malfoy's voice out.

"He thinks Durmstrang would suit him better?" said Hermione angrily. "I wish he'd gone to school there sooner, so we wouldn't have to put up with him."

"Krum is also Durmstrang's, as I recall!" said Ron. "I've checked the information."

"What, Krum is there too?!" Harry looked a little surprised, "But Sirius said before that that school has a bad reputation..."

"To be precise, it's terrible!" Hermione snorted contemptuously, "According to the "European Magic Education Evaluation", this school attaches great importance to black magic, and many dark wizards graduated from there .”

Of course, Durmstrang's tolerance for the dark arts is also within certain limits.

If dark wizards like Grindelwald and Voldemort do appear, they will also take measures to deal with them.

Historically, Grindelwald was fired by Durmstrang.

Because they couldn't tolerate his messy, increasingly sinister studies of the dark arts any longer.

"But Krum looks good, by the way, where is that school?" Ron asked. "What country?"

"In a certain area in Northern Europe, according to my guess, it should be near the Scandinavian peninsula!" Aiwen said, "I have read the description of the surrounding scenery of their school, which is very suitable for the Scandinavian peninsula environment. It is the largest peninsula in Europe and the highest place, with vast snow-covered forests, boundless snowfields and glaciers, and polar night starry sky.”

"Aiwen, you are amazing, you can deduce so much information." Hermione exclaimed, "I just guessed that Durmslang is probably far to the north, a very cold place, because their school uniforms also include Fur cloak."

"That sounds good, imagine what happens!" said Ron fascinated. "It probably wouldn't be too hard to push Malfoy off the glacier like an accident. What a pity, His mother loves him so much..."

"You'd better mind your own business, Weasley!"

Before Ron could finish his sentence, he saw Draco Malfoy appearing at the door.

Behind him stood Crabbe and Goyle, his besties, menacingly large and menacing.

They both seem to have grown at least another foot this summer, which is incredible.

Apparently, they had overheard the conversation through the compartment door.

"Get out, Malfoy, we didn't invite you in," Harry said coldly.

Malfoy ignored him, he glanced at Ivan who was sitting by the window in fear, and his eyes fell on Ron again.

What Ron said just now obviously made Malfoy very angry, and he was not going to leave just like that.

"Weasley, what's that?" he asked, pointing to the pig's cage.

There, one sleeve of Ron's dress robe hangs from the cage.

As the train swayed non-stop, the moldy lace on the cuffs was very conspicuous.

Ron tried to hide the robe, but Malfoy was faster than him, grabbed the sleeve and pulled hard.

"Look at this!" Malfoy was overjoyed, and held up Ron's robes to show Crabbe and Goyle, "Weasley, don't you want to wear clothes like this, I mean, they were in the eighteenth century." Around the 90s it was still very fashionable…”

"Go eat shit, Malfoy!" Ron blushed the same color as the dress robe, and snatched the robe from Malfoy's hand.

Malfoy let out a series of high-pitched jeers, and Crabbe and Goyle smirked too, their voices harsh and harsh.

"Why, you want to participate too, Weasley? You also want to try your hand and add glory to your family? You know, it has something to do with money. If you win, you can buy a few A decent robe..."

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked angrily.

"Would you like to go?" Malfoy repeated, looking at Harry, who was also glaring at him. "I suppose you would, Potter? You never miss a chance to show off, do you?"

"Either explain what you said, or walk away, Malfoy," said Hermione impatiently, looking up from Standard Spells, Level [-].

A smile of delight flitted across Malfoy's pale face at Hermione's words.

"Don't you know?" he said cheerfully. "Weasley, your father and your brother both work in the Ministry of Magic, and you don't know? My goodness, my father told me a long time ago. Conline Fudge said. Anyway, Dad is in contact with high-level figures in the Ministry of Magic. Maybe your dad is too low-level to have the right to know, Weasley, yes, it is true, they probably never talk about important things in front of him. topic of……"

"Of course we know about the Triwizard Tournament!" Ivan interrupted him, "And we also plan to participate and become Hogwarts warriors. If you have any opinions on this, you can raise it."

Hearing Ivan's words, the joyful expression on Malfoy's face stopped abruptly, looking a little funny.

He took a step back, with a look of astonishment, as if he had just discovered that Ivan was here.

Regarding Ivan's words, Malfoy naturally didn't dare to have any opinions.

Whether it is the experience of last semester or the terrifying, powerful and shocking images of the World Cup, they are all frozen in his mind and will never be forgotten.

He gestured to Crabbe and Goyle, and all three disappeared in dismay.

Ron stood up and slammed the cubicle door so hard that the glass shattered.

"Ron!" Hermione scolded, pulling out her wand and muttering, "Restored!"

The pieces of broken glass automatically assembled into a complete piece of glass and returned to the door frame.

"I've had enough of him!" Ron said angrily. "Whatever his father is in contact with is high-level figures in the Ministry of Magic. My father can be promoted at any time. He just likes his current position..."

"You don't need to be emotionally affected by Malfoy's words, it's not worth it!" Harry said.

"He! Affects my emotions! No way!" Ron said angrily.

He picked up a sandwich Mrs Weasley had made and slushed it into a puree.

"Okay, Aiwen, what exactly is the Triwizard Tournament you just mentioned?" Hermione turned to look at Aiwen, "Is this what they have been talking about?! I really want to listen there said..."

Harry and Ron also concentrated, looking at Ivan curiously.

Chapter 508 The Long-lost Hogwarts Castle

"As you know, at the end of last semester, Dumbledore took me to Beauxbaton, and he and Beauxbaton's current Mrs. Maxime took time to return to England to discuss this matter halfway through." Ivan explained. Said, "It was also at that time that I learned that Hogwarts was about to hold the Triwizard Tournament, which is a traditional event of three well-known magic schools in Europe..."

"Wait a minute, I remembered!" Hermione said suddenly, "I read it in the book "Evaluation of European Magic Education". The Triwizard Tournament was founded about 700 years ago. A friendly competition between the schools of magic and magic. These three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. Each school chooses a warrior, and then the three warriors compete in three magic events .The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, with the three schools taking turns hosting it, and everyone agrees that it is a great way to build friendships between young wizards from different countries."

"It's held every five years?!" Ron said in amazement. "But I never knew that Bill, Charlie, and Percy must not have attended such a competition, nor had they been to the other two magic schools."

"Since the Triwizard Tournament has been discontinued for centuries, I can't believe they're going to resume..." said Hermione.

Next, everyone began to discuss various details of the Triwizard Tournament.

The sudden excitement and joy diluted the unhappiness brought by Malfoy, and even Ron's mood became better.

Needless to say, both Harry and Ron wanted to be Hogwarts champions.

Only Hermione thought it might be more dangerous.

The train kept going north, and the rain was getting heavier and harder.

The sky was dark and the car windows were covered with mist, so the lanterns were lit in broad daylight.

Ga la ga la, the small food cart was pushed along the aisle, and Ivan and Harry bought a lot of cakes and snacks.

In the afternoon, people started pouring into the cubicle non-stop.

Most of them came to see Ivan, and everyone knew what Ivan was doing in the Quidditch World Cup.

For a while, the cubicle was packed with people inside and out, and it was dark.

Among them, there are some that Aiwen knows, and some he doesn't know. Almost all the little wizards come here.

They talked endlessly with Ivan about the magic he cast and the attack at the World Cup. Hermione seemed to feel nothing interesting, and began to bury her head in reading "Standard Spells, Level [-]" and tried to learn a flying spell.

By the time Ivan finally sent Colin away, the train was already approaching Hogwarts.

They had just changed into their school uniforms when the car door opened, and thunder rumbled in the air.

The little wizards got off the train one after another, lowering their heads and squinting in the pouring rain.

It was raining hard and fast, like buckets of cold water were pouring on each of them.

"Hagrid!" Harry yelled, seeing a huge figure on the other side of the platform.

Behind Harry, Ivan, Ron, and Hermione hurried over to say hello.

"Hello!" Hagrid replied gruffly. "I'll see you at the banquet if we don't get drowned!"

According to the usual practice, the first-year students were ferried across the lake by Hagrid and entered the Hogwarts castle.

Ivan watched as Hagrid gathered some very young children around him and led them towards the dark lake.

Because in the first grade, he flew over with Harry and Ron in the car, so he didn't experience this tradition.

"Oh, I can't imagine ferrying across the lake in this weather." Hermione said excitedly, trembling all over.

They moved little by little with the flow of people and walked across the dark platform.

Outside the station, a hundred horseless carriages were waiting for everyone.

Ivan, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville quickly climbed into one of them, only to feel relieved.

The door slammed shut, and a moment later, with a violent jolt, the long carriage started rumbling along the path leading to Hogwarts Castle, splashing water all the way.

Carriages pass through gates flanked by sculptures of winged boars and drive down the wide driveway.

Due to the strong wind, the carriage shook violently.

Ten minutes later, the huge silhouette of Hogwarts Castle appeared in the dark night, and many lighted windows shone dimly behind the thick rain curtain.

Their carriage came to a halt at the foot of the stone steps in front of the two oaken gates, when a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

The people in the carriage ahead had hurried up the stone steps and ran into the castle.

Ivan, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville jumped out of the carriage, and ran up the stone steps in three steps at a time.

It was not until they entered the cave-like hall that they raised their heads.