Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

In addition, there are many unpopular branches of Transfiguration, which are very niche and few people have mastered them.

Animagus is one of them, which can be learned the day after tomorrow, allowing the caster to change into some kind of animal.

Disguise Magus is also one of them. The magic that exists in the blood is a kind of innate ability.

There is also the owl pendant on Ivan's wrist. Using shamanism, he can turn himself into a soul-shaped owl.

There is a more secret druid spell spread in Europe, which can make the caster change into a magical creature form, which has great power.

If the magic power is enough, it will be beyond imagination to transform into a fire dragon.

It is said that in the mysterious oriental magic world and the ancient American magic civilization, there are spells that can turn the caster into a plant...

"Yeah, I was born a Transfiguration Magus." Tonks said softly, looking at himself in the mirror with satisfaction, "During the Auror training, I got the highest score in concealment and disguise without studying at all. It's amazing."

"You're an Auror?" Harry asked in complete shock.

As for his career after graduating from Hogwarts, the only thing he considered was to be a person who specialized in arresting dark wizards.

"Yeah!" Tonks said proudly, "Kingsley is too, but his level is a little higher than mine. I only qualified last year. Stealth and tracking are almost impossible." Fail, I'm always clumsy, did you hear me smashing that plate when we first got downstairs?"

"I saw Tonks in Lupine's office when I learned Apparation before." Ivan said, summarizing Harry's textbooks, "You probably just became an Auror at that time, right?"

"Yeah, that's about it, but I've been studying it for a long time." Tonks continued, "I finally passed the class of stealth and tracking with the help of Sirius and Remus, who were in the Very good at that.”

Indeed, Sirius was able to escape from prison by the dementors and the Ministry of Magic on his own, which is not something ordinary people can do.

Needless to say, Lupine, every werewolf is a master of stealth and tracking, which is an essential skill for survival in the dark world.

"By the way, can I become a Transfiguration Magus through learning?" Harry asked after thinking for a while.

"I bet you have no objection to keeping your scars hidden, huh?" Tonks smiled softly, her eyes catching the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.

"No objection, I'd love to." Harry muttered, turning his face away, he didn't like people staring at his scar.

"Oh, then you'll probably have to learn by yourself," said Tonks, "but Metamorphmagus are rare, they're born, not made, and most wizards need a wand Or potions can change your appearance."

"It's almost hard to do." Ivan whispered, and moved to Harry's side, "But you can try to learn Animagus hard, it shouldn't be a problem, didn't Hermione have mastered Animagus before?" Transform Magus."

"Really?!" Harry looked at him in surprise, "What's her Animagus?"

"It's also a cat, but it's white." Ai Wen said, "Cats are not very powerful animals, but they are very practical."

"It's really practical..." Harry nodded, not sure if he understood Ivan's meaning, his expression suddenly looked a little expectant, and he continued to ask, "Can I also learn Animagus?"

"No problem, but before that, I have to test your basic knowledge." Ivan said, "I can use the Sorcerer's Stone to help you provide the insufficient magic power during the transformation process, but it mainly depends on yourself. This spell It's actually dangerous..."

"You two, stop whispering there, we have to hurry up, Mad-Eye and the others are still waiting below. Ivan, Harry, we are here to pack our bags." Tonks said, looking at the ground That mess.

"Oh, yes." Harry said, grabbing a few more books, a little guilty, it's too messy here!

"Don't be stupid, it can be done much faster, let me clean it up!" Tonks yelled, sweeping the ground with his wand at the same time.

Books, clothes, binoculars, and scales floated into the air and flew into boxes in disarray.

"Not very neat, is it?" Tonks said, walking to the box and looking down at the mess inside. "My mother has a knack for making things tidy by themselves. She can also make socks fold themselves." Well, but I never figured out how she did it, it seemed like a quick shake..."

When she finished, she gave a hopeful flick of her wand.

One of Harry's socks writhed limply and fell back onto the mess in the trunk.

"I think it's better for you to have a bigger range." Aiwen said, pointing out Tonks' mistake just now, "Swipe your wand faster."

"Really?!" Tonks did what Ivan said again, and shook his wand quickly.

In the next second, all Harry's dirty socks were folded and dropped into the box.

Chapter 850 Broom production plan

"It's incredible, I always thought it was my mother's exclusive secret, how did you know?" Tonks said.

"As long as you read more books, I recommend you to read the book "Detailed Explanation of Hundreds of Commonly Used Household Magic". Read it before.

He is interested in various spellcasting tips, which can maximize the effect of spells.

Aiwen originally planned to find out the rules through statistical reasoning methods and apply them to other magic.

He has already figured out a lot of skills, but it is still in the initial stage of exploration until now.

"It's really helpful to read more books, but I can't always read them in." Tonks said, slamming the lid of the box shut, and she pointed her wand at Hedwig's cage again, and said "Clean it up" , the few feathers and some feces inside disappeared immediately.

"It's much better now, to be honest, I've never been very good at these household spells. Now, Harry, have you got everything? Suitcase? Cauldron? Broom? Whoa! Firebolt? "

Her eyes fell on the broomstick Harry was holding in his right hand, and her eyes widened.

This is Harry's pride and joy, a gift from Sirius, a broomstick of international standard.

"Sirius gave me..." Harry stammered.

After Aiwen just explained, he knew that Tonks was related to Sirius and was his niece.

"Rich Black family, this broom is worth all of my wealth, and I'm riding a Comet 260." Tonks said enviously, "Okay, let's go down and grab your wand. Well, the box moves."

Harry's case floated a few inches above the ground, and Tonks held her wand like a conductor with a baton, letting the case float unsteadily across the room and out the door ahead of them, her He held Hedwig's cage in his left hand.

Alvin took Harry's cauldron, and Harry followed her down the stairs with his broomstick.

By the time they got back to the kitchen, Moody had put the Eye on, and the cleansed eye was spinning so fast it was disgusting.

Kingsley and Sturgis were studying the microwave oven carefully. Heska was rummaging in the drawer and found a potato peeler, and she was laughing at it now.

"We were leaving in about a minute, and Black wrote a letter to the Muggle family here in the name of your godfather." Moody said, taking a letter from his pocket, "just when he knew we were coming He sent it by post when he picked you up, he wanted to tell your aunt and uncle something, by the way, explain to them why you left, and tell them not to worry."

"They won't worry, if they come back and find me gone, they'll just be happy," said Harry.

"I don't quite know what those Muggles are thinking," said Moody gruffly, his eyes falling on Harry's wand, which had been slipped in the back pocket of his jeans. "Don't leave the wand in there, Potter, if it catches fire What to do? You know, wizards stronger than you have burned their asses off."

"You know Huai burned his ass off?" Tonks asked with interest.

"Never mind, just don't keep your wand in your trouser pocket!" Mad-Eye said angrily. "This is basic wand safety rules. No one cares about it now. I understand it. You two Come here, I will give you phantom bodies."

Next, Moody cast the Disillusionment Curse on Ivan and Harry in turn.

His wand struck them both on the top of their heads, and it felt like an egg had been cracked on the head, as if a cold stream flowed into the body from where the wand struck.

Ivan saw himself and Harry next to him seem to have turned into a human chameleon, and the color and texture became exactly the same as the kitchen equipment behind them.

Before coming here, Moody had cast the Disillusionment Charm on him once.

Ivan can be sure that Mad-Eye wasn't tapping that hard at the time, and he must be angry because of Harry's wand.

With a gloomy look, Moody led the crowd out to the beautiful lawn.

Harry was studying the broomstick that Ivan was holding. It was not the type that could be seen on the market, but it was a bit like the old broom with the moon sign he saw in the "Broomstick Care Manual", which had a magic spell on it to keep it clean and silver light.

Others were studying the Firebolt in Harry's hands, sparing no words of admiration or envy.

Aiwen is also studying broomsticks. From the amazed and envious eyes of everyone around him, he suddenly realized that making broomsticks is a lucrative and extremely high-end industry with a bright future.

He hadn't studied this aspect before, and only thought that young wizards were interested in broomsticks, but now it seemed that was not the case.

The broomstick is also very attractive to adult wizards. They are willing to pay more for a broom and have this ability.

As the main means of transportation for wizards, broomsticks are to the wizarding world what cars are to the Muggle world.

The Sweeping series is a local brand in the UK. Although it is still the mainstream in the market, it is already on the decline, and it is not seen abroad. The mainstream broomsticks include Comet series, Meteor series, Silver Arrow series, Nimbus series and Firebolt series. It is produced in other European countries, mainly in the United States, France, Germany and Spain.

Ai Wen suddenly had an idea, because of the advertising revenue of "Hogwarts Wizardry", the profit sharing of Diagon Alley stores, the rewards from the Egyptian Ministry of Magic, and the looting of the goblin Zusay's treasury, he now has a lot of money in his hands. Instead of leaving it idle, Garen might as well use it to create a broom factory.

This money is enough to meet product development and production costs. Aiwen also has a few good ideas, and even uses alchemy to speed up and improve safety.

If successful, it will be the only broomstick on the market, surpassing even the Firebolt.

Aiwen is confident that he will spread his broom brand all over the world. He plans to discuss it with Hermione after returning home and start implementing it very soon.

"Clear night sky!" muttered Moody, his magic eye scanning the sky and his normal eye on Harry. "We fly forward in tight formation, with you two in the middle, No matter what, we can't mess up the formation, understand? If any of us are killed..."

"Is that possible?" Harry asked worriedly, but Moody ignored him.

"Others continue to fly forward, can't stop, can't mess up the formation. When necessary, you can use magic. Ivan, you follow Harry and do everything you can to protect him. If they kill us all, only You're alive, Harry, and there are follow-on guards ready to take over. Keep flying east, and they'll join you."

"Don't be so jubilant, Mad-Eye, or he'll think we're not serious," said Tonks, tying Harry's trunk, cauldron and Hedwig's cage to a sling hanging from her broom superior.

"I'm just telling this kid the plan," Moody said grimly. "Our job is to get him safely to the command post, and if we die on the way..."

"Nobody's going to die," said Kingsley Shacklebolt in a peaceful low voice.

"Harry, can you take me with a Firebolt?" Ivan thought for a while and said, "You know, I'm not very good at riding a broomstick, and if something really happens in a while, I can take me with me when necessary. You Apparate, and being spotted by the Ministry of Magic is better than being killed, isn't it?"

Harry nodded, worry written all over his little face.

Chapter 851

In terms of flying skills, Harry is indeed much better than Ivan.

There was no danger on the way back, but Moody kept changing routes, making everyone unbearably cold.

Ivan hugged Harry from behind. He didn't have to control the broom, but he didn't have the mind to think about other things now.

In the dark night, the cold wind blows head-on, and the temperature is much lower than when they came.

Ivan narrowed his eyes tightly, his ears hurt from the cold, and he could feel that Harry's body was also frozen.

Compared with this unbearable flight, he prefers the feeling of using apparition, and even floo powder travel is much better than this.

It may not be comfortable to walk around in the fireplace, but at least it is warm and warm by the flames.

Above them, Kingsley flew flickeringly around them, his bald head and earrings glimmering in the moonlight.

Tonks has been following the two on the right, and put away the wand that was raised high.

Aiwen has no doubt that if a group of Death Eaters flew head-on at this time, they would have no resistance at all.

"Turning southwest, we'd better turn back the way we came and make sure we're not being followed!" Moody exclaimed.

"Are you crazy, Mad-Eye?" Tonks screamed, swishing past Alvin and Harry. "We're freezing on broomsticks. If we keep going off course like this, we'll probably be in the next week or so." We can't even get there. Besides, we're almost there!"

"It's time to start landing!" Kingsley said.

"Okay, land!" Moody said sullenly.

"This is..." Harry trembled, looking around.

The faces of the surrounding houses are gloomy, looking like they are repelling people thousands of miles away.Some homes had broken windows that gleamed poorly in the streetlights, many had peeling paint on the doors and several had litter piled on the front steps.

He had been to this place, and Sirius had brought them here that Christmas.

But he couldn't find the house, and couldn't remember exactly where it was supposed to be.

In the dark, it seemed that a force was interfering with his memory.

"Yes, the old house of the Black family is now the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix." Ivan whispered.

"What is a Phoenix..."

"Here, read it quickly and keep it in your memory," Moody said gruffly.

He came over, thrust a piece of parchment into Harry's disenchanted hand, and brought his glowing wand closer to illuminate the words on the paper.

The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​located at 12 Grimmauld Place, London.

He had just finished watching, and in front of him, there was a tattered door that popped out of nowhere between numbers 11 and 13.

Along with the rumble, dirty walls and spooky windows followed.

It looked as if an extra house had suddenly swelled, pushing everything out of the way on either side.

No. 12 Grimmauld Place just appeared out of thin air, and the memory of this house also appeared in Harry's mind at once.

He watched all this dumbfounded, feeling incredible.

What surprised him even more was the change inside the old house. During the last visit, this abandoned empty house seemed to have died.

It has an ominous feel to it, everything inside is rotting away.

The long, gloomy hall, with its peeling wallpaper and burnished rugs all around, and those crooked portraits blackened with age, and so many dusty looking sinister of dark magic items.

But now, the house has been completely rejuvenated, with chandeliers and table candlesticks all lit up and resplendent.

Harry walked in after Ivan, and froze in place for a moment, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief.

"We're here!" said Moody, hitting Ivan and Harry on the heads with his wand.

A hot thing flowed down their backs, and the illusion spell was lifted!