Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

He felt that this was an experience that no one dared to dream of.

If he knew that Aiwen was about to go to that lake to communicate with the mermaid, he didn't know how he would feel.

The sorting ceremony continued, and the freshmen, male and female, walked one by one to the three-legged stools with varying degrees of fear on their faces.

The line was slowly dwindling, and Professor McGonagall had read all the names on the list.

"Oh, come on," Ron moaned, rubbing his stomach with his hands.

"Ron, the sorting ceremony is much more important than eating." Nearly Headless Nick said dissatisfied.

"You're dead, of course you would say that," Ron retorted.

Nick looked a little unhappy, and instead of answering his words, he turned to whisper to Ivan.

Finally, the sorting ceremony ended with the cries that Kevin Whitby was sorted into Hufflepuff.

Professor McGonagall picked up the sorting hat and the stool and took them away.

Professor Dumbledore stood up, looked at all the students with a smile, and opened his arms in a welcoming gesture.

"I only have two words for you." His thick voice echoed in the auditorium, "Eat!"

In the next second, the empty plates in front of everyone were suddenly filled with food magically.

Every little wizard began to feast, and Nick watched sadly as they put the food on their plates.

What Ron said just now seemed to have touched him very much. He hadn't tasted food for hundreds of years.

"You guys are lucky, the banquet tonight was almost ruined!" Nick stared at the big steak in front of Ivan, "There was a mess in the kitchen earlier."

"Why, what's going on?" Harry asked vaguely, his mouth full of food.

"Naturally Peeves is messing around," Nick said, shaking his head, which made his head wobble dangerously, and he hastily pulled his ruff up a little to protect his neck. Arguing, you know, he wants to go to the party. Well, it's impossible, you know his morals, he's totally uneducated, he throws everything he eats around. We had a meeting of ghosts, and the fat friar insisted Give him this chance, but the blood man Barrow firmly disagrees, I think it is very wise for him to do so."

The Bloody Barrow is the ghost of Slytherin House, a thin, taciturn ghost.

His body was covered with silver bloodstains, foreshadowing the horrible experience before his death.

He is the most powerful of all ghosts, and only he can really control Peeves at Hogwarts.

"No wonder, we thought Peeves was angry about something, and he was throwing water balloons all over us in the hall." Ron said sullenly, "What did he do in the kitchen?"

"Oh, same old thing," Nick said, shrugging his shoulders, "wrecking havoc and making a mess. Pots and pans were thrown everywhere and the whole kitchen was flooded with soup. The house-elves were freaking out... ..."

Dang! ! !

Hermione knocked over her goblet, and the pumpkin tricks kept spilling on the tablecloth.

It stained the white linen with an orange patch several feet long, but she ignored it.

Ivan secretly thought it was bad, and let Hermione know that Hogwarts had house elves, and she would definitely bring up the theory of being kind to elves again.

For a period of time, Hermione talked about this with Ivan every now and then, and she thought it was necessary for her to do something for the house elves.

Hermione's ideas can't be said to be wrong, but they definitely won't work, and Ivan doesn't know how to persuade her.

When Hermione made up her mind to do something, she would not change it easily, and would definitely stick to it to the end, no matter how difficult the road ahead was.

Aiwen has a deep understanding of this, knowing that it is useless to persuade her to give up, so he can only choose to support her.

"There are house-elves here too?" Hermione stared at Nick in horror. "At Hogwarts?"

"That goes without saying." Nick was a little surprised by her reaction, "There are not as many elves in any house in England as there are here, there are more than 100."

"I've never seen one!" said Hermione in disbelief. "I thought it was just Dobby..."

"Oh, they seldom leave the kitchen during the day, don't they?" Nick said, "and come out at night to clean up and look after the stove and all. I mean, you shouldn't see them, a good house-elf The sign is that you don't even know he exists, do you?"

Hermione stared at him, her eyes widening, as if Nick had said something horrible.

"But do they get paid?" she asked. "Do they get vacations? And, do they get sick days, allowances, everything?"

Nick giggled, so hard that his ruff was on one side and his head rolled off.

It was hung by an inch or two of dead skin and muscle that was still attached to the stomach, dangling there.

"Sick leave and allowance?" He put his head back on his neck and secured it with the ruff again. "House-elves don't need sick leave and allowance!"

Hermione looked down at the barely touched food on her plate, then put the knife and fork on the plate and pushed it away.

"Slave labor!" she said in disgust, breathing very heavily, "that's how this meal came about, slave labor, I didn't know how it happened, it turns out that what we eat every day is shamelessly obtained. "

Chapter 511 Unmarkable

"Give us a break, Hermione!" said Ron, trying to swallow the food in his mouth. "You're not going to get them sick leave and wages if you starve yourself to death."

Hermione didn't speak, and glared at everyone angrily, she wouldn't take another bite anyway.

Judging by her appearance, it has been determined that she was obtained by squeezing the labor of house elf slaves.

Harry hurriedly looked at Ivan as if asking for help, hoping that he could persuade Hermione.

Most of the time, he was the only one who could convince Hermione.

But Ivan didn't know what to do. He and Hermione had discussed this topic many times, and there was no possibility of persuasion.

Seeing Hermione just looking at him like this, he felt like he couldn't eat anymore.

"Well, I won't eat anymore!" Ai Wen sighed and said, "There is always someone to accompany you."

"You are right to do this, Aiwen, these foods are obtained through shameless slave labor, we must resist it..."

Seeing Ivan stop, Hermione nodded with satisfaction, and turned to stare at Harry and Ron.

The two of them didn't do what Ivan did, so they could only try not to look at Hermione.

Harry and Ron lowered their heads and wiped out the food in front of them, with strange expressions on their faces.

In this way, the heavy rain outside beat heavily on the tall, dark windows.

Another burst of thunder exploded, rattling the glass windows, and a flash of lightning flashed across the gloomy ceiling, illuminating the golden plate.

The rest of the first course of food disappeared from the plate, and the dessert was filled again in the blink of an eye.

"You two can't just sit around!" Harry said, picking up a piece of cake hesitantly.

"Ivan, Hermione, look at this syrup pie!" Ron said, deliberately sending the delicious pie to the two of them, "raisin pudding, chocolate cake, and..."

Hermione gave him a glare that reminded him of Professor McGonagall, and Ron stopped immediately.

At the end, the desserts are swept away too, and the last remaining crumbs on the plate disappear.

The dishes were clean and shiny again.

At this moment, Dumbledore stood up again, ready to speak.

The humming of voices in the hall stopped suddenly, only the beating of strong wind and heavy rain could be heard.

Hermione, too, turned and glared at Dumbledore, as if he was leading the way in crushing the house-elves.

"Okay!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile, "Now that we are all full, I must ask everyone's attention again, and I have to make a few announcements!"

"First of all, Mr. Filch, the janitor, wants me to tell you that this year, several items have been added to the prohibited items in the castle. They are screaming balls, toothed flying saucers, and combo boomerangs. The entire list includes about 430 items. Seven items can be seen in Mr. Filch's office, and those who are interested can check them out."

Ivan noticed that there were quite a few Fred and George prank products inside.

However, due to lack of time, the two of them are only in small-scale test sales, and have not yet been mass-produced.

Because of this, most of the new products have not been discovered by Filch.

"Also, as before, I want to remind everyone that students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the venue, and students under the third grade are not allowed to visit Hogsmeade village." Dumbledore continued, looking I glanced at Ivan.

Whether it's the Forbidden Forest or Hogsmeade, Aiwen is a frequent visitor there.

In the last semester, Ivan, who was still in the second grade, secretly stayed with Hermione to Hogsmeade on Christmas Day.

And unfortunately, he met the most dangerous werewolf, Fenrir Greyback, and had a fight.

Ai Wen left an indelible mark on him, this guy must hate him to death now.

As for the Forbidden Forest, let alone the centaur tribe deep in the Forbidden Forest at night, they were cursed by Voldemort...

Because of this, Sirius had to resign to take most of the responsibility for this matter.

"It is also with great regret that I must inform you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch this year," said Dumbledore. A lot of time and energy. But I am sure you will have a lot of fun. I am very happy to announce that this year at Hogwarts..."

At this moment, there was a deafening thunder, and the door of the auditorium was knocked open with a bang.

A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black travel cloak.

The people in the auditorium turned their heads to look at the stranger, a forked lightning flashed across the ceiling, and everyone gasped.

The lightning illuminated the man's face extremely vividly, it was a very terrifying face.

It was as if carved out of a piece of rotten wood, and the carver had only a vague idea of ​​what a human face should look like, and was not very good with a carving knife.Every inch of skin on that face seemed to be scarred, the mouth was like a big crooked opening, the place where the nose should be raised was missing, and the most terrifying thing about this man was his eyes.

One of his eyes was small, black, and shiny, while the other was large, round like a coin, and of a vivid bright blue.

The blue eye was constantly moving without blinking, turning up and down, side to side, completely independent of the normal eye.

Later, the blue eye rolled over and got into the man's head, and everyone could only see a big white eye.

The little wizards all covered their mouths with their hands, looking at the man who just broke in in fear.

His image fits perfectly with the most terrifying villain in everyone's mind, like a dangerous dark wizard.

"Who is he?" Hermione asked quietly.

"Mad-Eye Moody!" Ivan replied, "Alastor Moody, the best Auror ever."

"My God, he's Mad-Eye, but why is he..."

"Because he's our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this semester, this year must be very interesting."

Aiwen stared at the fake Moody passing by them, trying to see the difference between him and the real Mad-Eye.

But the impostor had obviously studied Moody's style and habits in particular, and there was no difference at all from the outside.

But Ivan had already made preparations, and he took out the Marauder's Map that he had borrowed from Harry before.

The Marauder's Map is a magical map made by his father, Sirius, Professor Lupine, and Peter Pettigrew. It can display all the secret passages and names of characters that appear in Hogwarts. When they were adventuring in the castle, this map gave them a few great help.

Especially in the incident of saving Sirius last semester, it played an unimaginable role.

Aiwen spread the Marauder's Map flat on his lap, blocking the sight of others.

While no one was looking, he tapped the map lightly with his wand.

In the next second, the Hogwarts castle drawn in ink began to appear on it, as well as densely packed names of people.

Now, everyone is gathered in the auditorium, and the names are all superimposed, which looks very laborious.

Alvin squinted his eyes, and slowly moved his fingers to the teacher's seat.

Fake Moody is shaking hands with Dumbledore, Ivan saw Dumbledore's name, but opposite him...

Ivan blinked. He thought he would see the name of Barty Crouch Jr., but he only saw a small group of black ink dots.

The name of the guy in front of Dumbledore cannot be marked! ! !

Chapter 512 The Little Wizard's Supreme Honor

How can this be? !

Aiwen rubbed his eyes and confirmed again and again.

Just looking up, he could see Moody standing opposite Dumbledore, the two of them whispering something.

But on the Marauder's Map, only Dumbledore could be seen, a small dot of black ink opposite his name.

The Marauder's map has lost its function, and this is the first time Aiwen has encountered such a situation.

The guy who pretends to be Mad-Eye Moody, his name is not allowed.

From the perspective of "the magic of name science", that person must have cast a spell on his name.

Just like Voldemort did, whenever someone says his name, their location is sensed.

And the magic this guy uses is to prevent his name from being tracked and marked by any magic.

Using this kind of magic on names is something only the most evil and powerful Dark wizards would do.

This requires strong magic power and strict casting conditions, and Mad-Eye Moody will definitely not use this kind of black magic.