Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

The torches are lit in the foyer, the marble staircase is magnificent, and everything is so familiar and warm.

"Jesus!" said Ron, shaking his head so hard that it sprayed water all over the place. "If this keeps going on, there's going to be a flood in the lake. I'm a drowned . . . oops! !!"

A big red balloon filled with water fell from the ceiling and exploded over Ron's head.

Ron was drenched in water, muttering in his mouth, stumbled and dodged, and fell on top of Harry next to him.

"Be careful!" Ivan said hurriedly, pulling Hermione.

Hermione's foot slipped, and her whole body lay on Ivan's body.

At the same moment, a second water bomb fell, narrowly missing Hermione, and exploding at the feet of both of them.

The people around screamed and pushed each other, all wanting to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

Aiwen looked up and saw Peeves floating twenty feet above their heads, who loved to play pranks.

He is short in stature, wears a hat with a bell, an orange bow tie, and holds a water polo in his hand.

He made a grimace at Ivan, aiming at him as a target, the muscles on that mischievous big face tensed.

Before he could drop the balloon in his hand, Ivan pulled out his wand as quickly as possible.

The water-filled balloon didn't fall, but floated beside Peeves.

With a bang, the balloon exploded, and all the icy lake water splashed on Butt Ghost without a trace falling.

Followed by the water balloons beside Peeves, they exploded one after another.

The spiritual water drenched Peeves, and he was the only ghost in Hogwarts that could touch the entity.

"Damn Ivan kid!" Peeves screamed and disappeared into the depths of the corridor.

Behind them, the little wizards discussed in a low voice, and applauded Ivan one after another.

Ivan was very famous at Hogwarts before, but since the Quidditch World Cup incident, this reputation has obviously risen to another level.

Everyone seems to have extra expectations and admiration for all his performances. With this trend, Aiwen has become the most powerful little wizard in Hogwarts, recognized as No.1.

Chapter 509 The New Year

"Well done, Ivan!" Professor McGonagall, who got the news, rushed out of the auditorium in a hurry. The ground was too wet, and she slipped. She quickly grabbed a student so she didn't fall. She straightened up With a pointed top hat on the whole head, he said sternly to the drenched crowd, "Leave the rest of the matter to me, you guys hurry into the auditorium, hurry up!"

Following the flow of people, Ivan, Harry, Ron, and Hermione slipped through the hall and passed through the two doors on the right.

Ron murmured angrily, brushing wet hair from his face.

The auditorium was as splendid as ever, and it had been decorated for the banquet of Xin Xuesi.

Hundreds of candles floated above the table, illuminating the gold saucers and goblets gleaming.

The four long college tables were already full of chattering students.

There is also a fifth table at the top of the auditorium, where the faculty sit one by one, facing their students.

Ivan, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked past the students of Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff, and then sat at the end of the auditorium with other Gryffindor students at that table.

Next to them is the ghost of Gryffindor House, Nearly Headless Nick.

Nick's body was translucent, pearly white.

Tonight, he was wearing his usual tight tunic, but with a particularly large ruff.He wears the ruff for the dual purpose of looking more festive, and to keep his head from dangling too much on his half-severed neck.

"Good evening," he said to them with a smile, "How was your summer vacation?!"

"Not bad!" Ivan replied, tapping his school uniform robe lightly with his wand.

The moisture on the top evaporates instantly, and the clothes become dry again.

"I read the latest "Hogwarts Wizarding News", you have done a great thing, Ivan!" Nick said proudly, "How many ghosts are asking me about you, they know, My relationship with you is the best."

On the "Hogwarts Magic News", Ivan needs Nick's help for many things.

News feeds from ghosts across the UK are now a popular feature of the paper.

Ivan and Nick have many opportunities to get in touch, and among all the young wizards at school, the relationship between the two of them is also the best.

As soon as the two of them spoke a few words, Colin slipped between them dragging his wet robe.

"Aiwen, you came in first, it's raining too much outside!" Colin took off his shoes and poured out the water inside, "I stood in the hall for a while, wanting to see how my brother crossed the lake , but it's so dark you can't see anything."

His younger brother is Dennis Creevey, whom Ivan had seen on the train just now.

The little guy had gray-brown hair and looked smaller than Colin, but more vibrant.

Obviously, Colin has told him a lot about Hogwarts and praised Ivan in front of him.

As soon as the little guy saw Aiwen, he was so excited that he almost couldn't breathe, and told a lot of deeds related to him.

That look was simply a replica of what Colin saw Harry back then.

"I really hope they sort them out soon, I can't wait!" Colin said, jumping up on the chair, "I really hope he is sorted in Gryffindor! Alvin, can you help me with this?" Does he pray?! Harry, come too, will you?"

"No problem!" Evan nodded.

Harry agreed, and the conversation turned to whether the siblings were all in the same house.

Judging from the situation of the Weasley family, this is indeed the case. All seven children in their family are sorted into Gryffindor House.

But not necessarily, Hermione gave the example of Parvati Patil.

Her twin sister was in Ravenclaw, and they looked exactly alike.

Even in terms of character, there is no difference.

There is also the example of Sirius. The Black family tradition is Slytherin, and he is the only one who is assigned to Gryffindor.

This made Colin nervous as hell, praying with his hands folded for Dennis to be assigned to Gryffindor.

Aiwen's eyes turned to the center of the auditorium. Since he entered school, due to many accidental factors, he has not watched the sorting ceremony live, and it seems that he will not miss it this year.

There were more empty seats than usual at the staff desks.

Hagrid was leading the freshmen to cross the lake. Professor McGonagall had someone dry the ground in the hall to prevent Peeves from coming out to make trouble. Professor Snape was not there, only Dumbledore was there as usual. sit there.

As before, Dumbledore's flowing silver-white hair and beard glistened in the candlelight, and his rich dark green robes were embroidered with stars and moons.The fingertips of his two slender hands touched together, his chin rested on the fingertips, and his eyes looked up at the ceiling above through the half-moon lenses, as if lost in thought.

For a long time, as if feeling Aiwen's gaze, he lowered his head and blinked his blue eyes with a smile.

Beside Dumbledore, Professor Flitwick sat on a pile of cushions, drinking a red drink.

Next to her is the herbal medicine teacher, Professor Sprout, with her hat slanted on her long gray hair, and she is talking with Professor Sinista of the Astronomy Department.

A moment later, just as the banquet was about to begin, Snape appeared.

With a sallow complexion, a hooked nose, and greasy hair, he walked into the hall in a dark robe, and his footsteps were soft and silent.

Snape seemed to have an invisible aura, and when he passed by, all the little wizards subconsciously shut their mouths.

His disgusted cold eyes lingered on Ivan and Harry for a short while, and then quickly moved away.

"Look at the teacher's bench, there's still a vacant seat there!" Harry said, following Snape's footsteps and looking towards the classroom bench, "It's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, why hasn't he come yet, and hasn't Know who it could be?"

None of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers stayed for more than a year, that position was cursed.

Ivan knew that this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was Mad-Eye Moody.

To be precise, the fake Moody, impersonated by Barty Crouch Jr.

He didn't know what he was doing, and he hadn't appeared until now.

"Don't know who it is, but I hope it's quick, I'm starving!" said Ron.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the auditorium opened, and everyone fell silent immediately.

Professor McGonagall led a long line of first-year students to the top of the auditorium, and everyone looked there.

If Ivan, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were drenched before, they were nothing compared to these first-year freshmen.

They looked as if they had swam from the lake instead of a ferry.

They stood in a row along the staff desks, stopped, and faced the whole school.

They were all shivering from the cold and nervous, except the youngest boy.

He was Colin's younger brother Dennis, and the little one was wrapped in Hagrid's moleskin coat.

The coat was too big for him, and he looked as if he were under a black circus fur tent.

His little face stuck out from above his collar, looking terribly excited.

When he stood in a row with those terrified companions, his eyes met Colin and Ivan.

He raised two thumbs and mouthed, "I fell into the lake!"

Looking at it like that, he was so happy about it.

Chapter 510 Slave Labor

A few seconds later, Professor McGonagall placed a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the new student.

Another tattered, dirty, patched wizard hat was placed on the stool.

Everyone looked at it, and for a while, there was silence in the auditorium.

Then a slit near the brim opened like a mouth, and suddenly the hat sang.

This time, the Sorting Hat describes the story of the four founders who jointly created Hogwarts.

The characteristics of the four of them, and the different qualities that the four of them valued that the little wizard should have.

Gryffindors look for unparalleled courage, Ravenclaws for extraordinary ingenuity, and Hufflepuffs for diligence and hard work.

And Slytherin takes a fancy to those teenagers who desire power and strength and are ambitious.

These lyrics are very ingeniously designed, and I don't know how the Sorting Hat came up with it.

When it was sung, there was warm applause in the auditorium.

Professor McGonagall immediately unfolded a large roll of parchment and looked at the little wizard in front of him seriously.

"When I call someone's name, he puts his hat on his head and sits on a stool," she said to the first-year students. "When the hat announces the house, go and sit at the corresponding table."

Under the auspices of Professor McGonagall, the nervous first-year freshmen were successively divided into four colleges.

As long as they put the Sorting Hat on top of their heads, it will immediately call out the name of the house that the little wizard should go to.

The sorting ceremony went smoothly this year, and Ivan still remembers that it took him a long time.

As a legendary magical item, the Sorting Hat has part of the mind of the four founders.

It can use a kind of spiritual spell to instantly see all kinds of thoughts hidden deep in a little wizard's heart, and make judgments based on this.

Ivan suspects that if a little wizard has mastered a mental protection spell such as Occlumency, and is stronger than the Sorting Hat, then its magic will not work.Of course, no such little wizard has appeared so far.

"Dennis Creevey!" cried Professor McGonagall.

Little Dennis Creevey staggered on, getting caught in Hagrid's moleskin coat.

Just then, Hagrid himself sneaked into the Great Hall through a door behind the staff desks.

Hagrid was twice the average size and at least three times the size, with long black hair and beard matted in a matted mess.

He looks a little scary, which often gives the wrong impression.

But those who are familiar with him know that Hagrid actually has a very loving heart.

He winked at Ivan and the others, sat down at the end of the faculty table, and watched Dennis Creevey put on the sorting hat.

The crack in the brim of the hat opened to say, "Gryffindor!"

Colin breathed a sigh of relief, and began to applaud vigorously.

Amid everyone's applause, Dennis was beaming with joy.

He took off his hat, put it back on the stool, and hurried over to sit with the others.

"Colin, I fell into the lake!" he squealed, plunging down on an empty seat. "That's wonderful! Something in the water caught me and pushed me back into the boat!"

"Cool!" said Colin, as excited as his brother. "Probably a giant squid, Dennis!"

"Wow!" Dennis exclaimed.

He was thrown into an unfathomable lake with high winds and waves just now, and was pushed out by a huge lake monster.