Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

The big snake also made a hissing sound, and Harry saw it spitting out a message, and it seemed that he couldn't help but want to devour himself.

The next second, he opened his eyes suddenly and found himself still lying on the comfortable and soft four-poster bed.

Harry covered his face, the scar still burning so painfully that tears came from his eyes.

The pain was real, not a dream.

Like the one on Privet Drive, there is no dream less like a dream than the one just now!

Harry even felt like he had entered a hallucination, becoming that person...

"Damn dream!" he muttered, getting up from the bed.

In the darkness, Harry fumbled to put his glasses on, and checked the time, it was only after five o'clock in the morning.

On the four-poster bed next to him, Ron was still sound asleep, snoring lightly, his clothes still on the floor.

On the opposite side, Neville, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan were also completely still, immersed in their dreams.

Harry felt nothing could be more ridiculous than that, he had just experienced the most evil thing in the world, and his roommates were sleeping peacefully in their beds, unresponsive.

He rubbed his scar, not feeling sleepy at all.

Voldemort's power is growing, he has gained power that even the vampire is afraid of, and is ready to kill himself...

Harry felt he had to do something, tell someone about this, or he'd go crazy.

He thought of Ivan, but the other party should be sleeping now.

Harry shook his head, Sirius had told him what to do if the scar hurts again.

He decided to do as Sirius had said and go to Dumbledore's office now.

He got up from the bed as fast as he could and put on his coat.

Harry walked out of the bedroom, thinking about the scene in his dream.

It was as real as the dream on Privet Drive, he could recall all the details, trying not to forget...

He heard Voldemort accuse Keresis of making a fatal mistake, but the vampire obviously did it on purpose, because the guards guarding the man had already served him, and he felt strange anger, not because of the man's death, but himself His authority will be challenged and plans carefully planned for a long time will be destroyed.

Thanks to the good news brought by the owl, this mistake has been made up, someone died...

Immediately afterwards, the topic shifted to Voldemort's recovering power. He was using the evil god statue to do evil things and gain power that should not exist in this world, and then they re-compromised and reached a consensus.

And the consensus is that he, Harry, will be used to feed snakes...

Harry walked out of the bedroom in thought, and was surprised to see Ivan sitting on the sofa in the common room, as if waiting for him.

"Harry, are you going to see Dumbledore?" Ivan asked softly, "Exactly, I'm going too!"

Chapter 675 The Expected Response

Of course, Ivan didn't wait for Harry here specifically, although he guessed that Harry's scar might hurt.

Voldemort's soul fragment resides in that scar, and whenever the main body's mood fluctuates greatly, his connection with Harry will strengthen.

Harry will enter Voldemort's body and experience the world from his perspective.

I have to say that soul-type magic is indeed amazing, and also very weird.

This connection is not good for Harry and the Anti-Magic, but it binds them together by fate.

Ivan got up so early, originally planned to talk to Dumbledore about Crouch, as well as about their plans and borrowing the old wand to restore Ravenclaw's crown, etc. Some words are not suitable for procrastination , It is also not good to go to the principal during the day when there are many people.

Counting the time, Dumbledore should end his search of the Forbidden Forest and return to the castle.

Although he already knew the outline of the matter and knew that the search would yield no results, Mr. Crouch's identity was there after all.

Hogwarts had to put on a corresponding posture, presumably it wouldn't be long before Fudge would come over.

The two of them walked in the empty corridor. Along the way, Harry told Ivan about his real dream last night.

Hearing that Voldemort had started to try to use the power of the evil god, Ivan was very surprised. Things are really going in the worst direction. No wonder Voldemort wants to recover his strength as soon as possible. Fortunately, he failed in the end. What is he still lacking now? !

And Keresis, whose differences and mistrust between him and Voldemort are already very obvious, just barely maintain a fragile balance.

After Voldemort regained his strength, I don't know what those vampires are going to do? !

The process of finding the secret treasure key and cracking the "Book of Abraham" also needs to be accelerated. After all, this is the only way Ivan currently has to deal with the evil gods. He is going to take a trip to Egypt this summer.

He also remembered that Nicole Flamel said that the jade record there was very helpful for quickly mastering alchemy.

The two were contemplating each other, and came to the stone monster at the entrance of Dumbledore's office.

"Ivan, do you know the password?" Harry looked at the monster, only to remember that he didn't know the password.

"I don't know, but we can try it, it should be a kind of candy!" Ai Wen said, "Iced lemon juice?!"

The monster was motionless and unresponsive!

"Okay." Harry said, staring at it, "pear candy, uh, licorice wand, sizzling bee candy, blowing super bubble gum, bibi flavor beans... Oh, no, Ivan, Professor Dumbledore no Like this!"

Aiwen also said a few candies in a row, but they were all wrong.

"Could you open the door, please?" said Harry angrily. "We really need to see him, it's important!"

The monster remained motionless, and Harry kicked it, which had no effect other than a sharp pain in the big toe.

"Wait a minute, Harry!" Ivan suddenly thought, "It should be a pile of cockroaches, Dumbledore likes this kind of candy."

"Cockroach heap, are you kidding me!" Harry said in surprise, "Did anyone eat that?!"

Before he finished speaking, the monster came alive and jumped aside.

"It seems that our principal's taste is indeed very unique!" Ivan said, pulling the stunned Harry into it.

They walked through the gap in the wall and up the spiral stone staircase, the door closing behind them.The stairs rose slowly and automatically, bringing the two men to a shiny oak door with a brass knocker.

Someone was talking in the office, and as soon as Ivan and Harry walked down the escalator, they could hear the voice coming from inside.

"Dumbledore, it's terrible. The Ministry of Magic is very busy right now. Everyone is waiting to see our jokes!" It was the voice of Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, "We just solved Bertha's in Albania. The troubles in the forest, I didn't even find the shadow of those bloody vampires, and Barty Crouch has something wrong again, I can't even imagine it."

"There may be some connection between these things!" Dumbledore said calmly.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Fudge immediately retorted, "How could Barty Crouch have anything to do with vampires? This is simply nonsense."

"What do you think about Barty Crouch, Minister?" said Moody's gruff voice.

"Oh, I think there are two possibilities, Alastor!" said Fudge, "Either Crouch is completely insane, and from his own experience I think that's quite possible, and I think you agree. He went crazy and was in a daze, thinking that that person was chasing him, and came to Hogwarts from home, and after talking nonsense, he didn't know where he went..."

"If that's the case, he's gone too fast, Connelly." Dumbledore said calmly. "We searched all night and found no trace of him. And you just listened to my account." , Someone is indeed chasing him, it is a powerful black wizard, and that person fought with Ivan in the woods."

"Ewen Mason, that kid has been causing trouble all the time, and he can always encounter some weird things!" Fudge's voice was a little embarrassed, "I have never seen a wizard who can cause more trouble than him, well, I admit that he is very strong, but I think it is possible that he fabricated it this time. After all, no one except him is seeing the so-called black wizard who hunted and killed old Batty."

Hearing this, Ivan probably understood!

Fudge really wanted Barty Crouch gone so no one could fight him for power.

But he didn't want Barty Crouch disappearing like this, being murdered or something, and he and the Ministry of Magic would get in big trouble.

Come to think of it, the sudden murder of a respected Ministry of Magic official at Hogwarts is simply the biggest headline story of the year, enough to make people talk about it for an entire year, with the ensuing conspiracy theories and horrific facts that it wasn't Fudge able to afford.

He is trying his best to deny all the facts, and control the development of things and public opinion to small aspects, which is his strong point.

"Connelly, the traces of the battle at the scene cannot be faked!" Dumbledore reminded.

"Oh, maybe, maybe, let me wait until I've seen the place where he was found!" said Fudge quickly, "but you say he was found beside Beauxbaton's carriage? Dumbledore , you know the details of that woman, right?"

"I think she's a very capable headmistress, and a good dancer," said Dumbledore quietly.

Chapter 676 Pensieve

"Come on, Dumbledore!" said Fudge angrily, "don't you think you're taking sides with her for Hagrid's sake? They're not all harmless, and if you can say that Hagrid is harmless, And his obsession with giant monsters..."

"I trust Madam Maxime as much as I trust Hagrid." Dumbledore still replied calmly, "I think you may be prejudiced, Connelly."

"Prejudice?!" Fudge said disapprovingly, "Countless history tells us..."

"Can we stop?!" Moody growled suddenly.

"Okay, okay, let's go to the field now." Fudge said impatiently, waving his hand.

"No, that's not what I meant," said Moody. "Dumbledore, Mason and Potter have something to say, and they're right outside the door."

The next second, the door of the office opened.

Ivan and Harry walked into the house and saw Cornelius Fudge standing by Dumbledore's table.

He was wearing his usual pinstriped cloak and was holding his dark green top hat.

On the wall, all the previous headmasters of Hogwarts were sleeping, their chests heaving gently.

But in fact, they were all eavesdropping. Aiwen saw the old man closest to him suddenly open his eyes and then close them immediately.

He is Phineas, Sirius' great-great-grandfather, and the most unpopular headmaster in Hogwarts history.

"Ivan, Harry, long time no see!" Fudge walked over happily and said, "How are you doing recently?"

He looks very kind now, and he doesn't feel embarrassed at all because of what he said to Ivan just now.

"Come on, boys, we're talking about Mr. Crouch showing up on the field last night!" said Fudge. "You found him, Alvin, didn't you? I heard you got into a fight , who do you think that is?"

Ivan looked around the room and saw Dumbledore looking at him with a smile.

Half a step behind Fudge, Moody also fixed his eyes on himself, with a particularly serious expression.

One of his hands was hidden under the robe, and Avon could be sure that he was holding his wand tightly.

If he said something unfavorable to him, Barty Crouch Jr. would immediately fight back and run away.

Confronting Dumbledore was obviously unwise, but it was still possible to hijack the Minister for Magic.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Minister, the light in the woods was too dark at that time, and I couldn't see the person's face clearly." Aiwen said, "He should not be from the school, and he may have chased Mr. Crouch and left together. I'm sure it's not Madame Maxime, it's not easy for her to hide so well, isn't it?"

"Yeah, you're right!" Fudge looked a little embarrassed and troubled.

So, Crouch was indeed hunted down, which is really bad news.

"We're going to go out on the field and make a judgment call..." Fudge said.

"No problem!" Dumbledore said calmly, "Ivan, Harry, you can wait for me here, it won't take long for us to check the venue. By the way, Sirius will come over in a while, you can help me receive a bit."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, the three walked out of Ivan and Harry silently, and closed the door.

A minute later, they heard Moody's wooden leg recede down the hallway downstairs.

"Hopefully they'll find something!" said Harry, looking around. "What's Sirius doing here?"

"In order to investigate this matter, look for the lost Crouch, and protect Fudge by the way!" Ivan replied, "But let me say, Harry, he is worried about you. Apart from such a big thing in the school, he must Worried to death."

In particular, Sirius still knew the truth of the matter from Aiwen, which aggravated his worries.

If Dumbledore hadn't stopped him, he might have rushed to Hogwarts long ago, and he could just take advantage of this opportunity...

The two sat for a while, and Ivan studied the interesting alchemy artifacts on Dumbledore's table.

He didn't know the usefulness of these things before, but now he can somewhat feel the beauty and operating principles of them.

Dumbledore himself is also a master alchemist, he is not only a friend of Nicole Flamel, but also a partner.

The twelve uses of dragon blood are quite remarkable discoveries.

One of them, it is said that taking dragon blood for a long time and taking a bath with dragon blood will enhance the vitality of cells and become immortal.

So, Kerexis and Elaine are already immortal? !

Immediately afterwards, Ivan thought of Dumbledore again. Since he discovered this, what kind of existence is he now.

It should be very easy to achieve immortality with Dumbledore's strength.

While Aiwen was studying those alchemy tools, Harry also stood up and walked around a lot.

"Hello, Fox," he said, greeting.

Professor Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes, was the size of a swan, resplendent in scarlet and gold, perched on a golden perch by the door, and winked friendly at Harry, shaking its long tail.

Harry circled around Dumbledore's office, and for a few minutes he just stared at the old headmasters snoring in their frames, thinking about what he had just heard, while running his hands over his scar, which was now gone. It doesn't hurt anymore.

Sirius was coming over soon, with Ivan by his side, in Dumbledore's office, and knowing that he could tell the headmaster about the dream right away, Harry felt much calmer, and his nervous mood gradually relaxed.

He looked toward the wall behind the desk, where the battered, patched Sorting Hat sat on a shelf.

In a glass case next to it stood a gleaming silver sword with a large ruby ​​inlaid on the hilt.