Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

Even if there is no bonus and certificate, the International Ministry of Magic where the winner is located will give a certain amount of subsidies accordingly.

In addition, as early as 300 years ago, Nicole Flamel received a lifetime achievement award from the committee.

During his time at school, Dumbledore also received the Gold Medal for Pioneering Contributions and a large sum of money from the Gobalot Alchemy Award Committee.

However, his greatest achievement in alchemy, the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, did not receive an award.

I have to say, this is a pity.

Aiwen went this time mainly for the purpose of learning and communicating, increasing knowledge, and preparing for entering the sun ruins to investigate the time distortion phenomenon there. He has no research results. In the past few years, he has mainly focused on alchemy For the study of the most basic ancient runes and the construction of spell runes, only some gizmos such as prank products have been produced.

So, he just went to check it out!

Because only one invitation letter was obtained, Hermione and Elaine couldn't follow, only Ivan was alone...

He only hoped that this trip to Egypt would go well without any unexpected troubles.

In short, there was one more exam, but the students' minds were no longer on the upcoming History of Magic written exam.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the candidates dragged their tired bodies into the auditorium and sat down in front of the upside-down test papers.

The ghost Professor Binns also did not appear to accompany the invigilator. Everyone was exhausted and just wanted to end the long exam quickly.

"Open your test papers." Professor Marchban said in front of the auditorium and immediately turned the huge hourglass upside down. "You can start now."

Aiwen flipped through the exam questions and found that the difficulty was not small. For example, the fourth question, according to your opinion, did the Magic Wand Regulations contribute to or help to better control the goblin riots in the eighteenth century?Question [-], How was the Act of Secrecy violated in [-], and what bill was introduced later to prevent a similar situation from happening again?Question [-]: State the reasons and circumstances that led to the establishment of the International Federation of Wizards, and explain why wizards in Liechtenstein refused to join...

All of them are divergent essay questions. If it is pure magic, Aiwen can still play it, but the history of magic...

This kind of examination questions counts the main points, and the examiner will give points based on the completeness of the main points when marking the papers.

Behind every seemingly simple historical event, there are quite responsible background factors, and it is difficult to analyze it in place.

After only answering five questions, Ai Wen felt that his head had become numb and dull.

He tried his best to recall the content related to the test questions and Hermione's notes, which organized each test site in detail. From time to time, he raised his head to look at the big hourglass on Professor March's desk. Ivan remembered that Harry was in the original plot. This test saw Voldemort capture Sirius.

So, will Harry see any images again this time, whether real or fake...

But nothing happened. After Ivan finished answering the last question about the expulsion of vampires, until Professor March asked all the students to put down their pens and start to collect papers, nothing happened. Harry did not enter Voldemort's room again. Thought.

The OwLs exams are over and all the students have to do now is pamper themselves and wait for the exam results.

Depending on the test scores, they will decide the courses and professors for the next semester.

Snape, for example, decided not to enroll students whose Potions test scores were below Distinction.

This meant that most people had to say goodbye to him, and if they wanted to continue learning potions, they had to enroll in other professors' classes.

There are actually a lot of Hogwarts staff, but most of them are not very famous...

"Thank goodness it's finally over!"

"I seem to have a question..."

"Please, Hermione, don't talk to me about exams until next term starts," Ron said hastily.

"What we need to do now is to relax. I saw Seamus and Dean just now. The two of them are pooling money to buy butterbeer in Hogsmeade. You know, for the all-night celebration tonight, they invited us together go."

"Harry, you can't leave school right now!"

"True, but I thought it would be nice to go out and fly around with the Firebolt. Voldemort won't be waiting for me over the castle."

Harry and Ron ran back to the bedroom to get their broomsticks, leaving Ivan and Hermione sorting out piles of exam materials.

In the Gryffindor common room, everyone was excited, as if the festival was coming.

According to the usual practice in previous years, tonight there will be an all-night celebration after the exam...

Although the situation is a little different this year, the disappearance of Voldemort will not affect everyone's interest.

Chapter 1173 A New Journey

Because it's still half an hour before dinner time, the classes for other age groups haven't ended yet.

Soon, the fifth graders who finished their exams will all go outside the castle to breathe the fresh air, or prepare for tonight's carnival.

Different from the excitement of the fifth grade, the seventh grade students were somewhat sad. The air was filled with the atmosphere of reluctance to leave. They used the last time to leave Hogwarts to commemorate. After graduation, many People may never have the chance to go back to school in this life.

Several first-year students hurried past Alvin and Hermione, happy for the upcoming carnival.

Anyway, in the past year, because of Umbridge's intervention, Hogwarts and Gryffindor didn't have many happy things. relax.

When there were only Ivan and Hermione left around, Hermione stopped her tidying up work.

"When are you leaving?" She couldn't help asking.

"Maybe I will leave the morning after tomorrow. Dumbledore helped me apply for a special Floo network. I can go directly to the Cairo Explorer Hotel through the school's fireplace." Ai Wen said, and arranged the test materials according to the category, " I booked a room there."

"I want to go with you!"

"I've talked to you about this before, and there's only one invitation letter, Hermione, don't worry!"

"But, just you alone, I'm still a little worried..."

"It's not that I haven't been to Egypt." Ivan said softly, "Voldemort is not there either, nothing will happen!"

He held Hermione in his arms and whispered together, and Ivan promised that she would find Hermione when she came back.

Like last year, after Harry left his uncle and aunt's house, they should spend their summer vacation at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix at 12 Grimmauld Place this year.

At that time, everyone will gather there, including Elaine.

Under the current circumstances, Harry's safety remains the top priority.

After Dumbledore's frank talk with them, Harry also understood why he wanted to go back to the Dursleys.

He was less angry now, and Voldemort no longer invaded his mind.

Sirius has no tasks for the time being during this holiday, so he doesn't need to run around with Ivan. He said a few days ago that he would go to talk to the Dursleys about Harry, and if possible, he would live in that Muggle's house.

Although Dumbledore did not agree with him doing this, thinking about it, Harry shouldn't be too sad this summer.

You know, until now, the Dursleys still thought that Sirius was a wanted escaped prisoner who had murdered someone.

Now that fugitives were mentioned, the panic in the wizarding world quickly spread to the Muggle world.

This summer vacation is destined not to be peaceful!

……

Just as Ivan finished his exam and was preparing to go to Egypt to attend the International Alchemy Conference, a group of unwelcome guests came to the British Prime Minister's office.

It was almost midnight, and the Prime Minister sat alone in his office, reading a long memorandum.

But his mind went blank, and he didn't understand what was written on it.

He was waiting for a call from the leader of a country in the far east, doubting whether the hapless fellow would call at all, while refraining from many unpleasant memories of a long and tiring week .

The current world is really getting more and more chaotic, and the UK is facing unprecedented challenges.

The more the Prime Minister wanted to concentrate on reading the words on the paper in front of him, the more clearly he saw the gloating face of one of his political opponents. His political opponent appeared in the news that day, and not only listed one by one. All the horrific accidents that have happened, and every single one of them has been analyzed logically to be the fault of the government.

Apart from bad luck, the Prime Minister probably cannot find other words to describe his current situation.

With the continued economic downturn, frequent terrorist attacks, and terrible natural disasters, it is said that larger demonstrations are in the pipeline.

If it continues like this, I am afraid that before this holiday ends, he will end his ruling career...

But in the face of the current situation, first of all, I don't know what to do.

His pulse quickened at the thought of these accusations, for they were unjust and untrue.

Imagine how his government could possibly have prevented that bridge from collapsing?

It is really unbearable that some people have suggested that the government is not investing enough in bridge construction.The bridge was less than a decade old, and the best experts could not explain how it suddenly and neatly snapped in two, sending a dozen cars into the deep river below.

In addition, some people go so far as to suggest that a lack of police force was responsible for the two well-publicized and vicious murders, and that the government should have foreseen that bizarre hurricane in the West that took a huge toll on people's lives and property.

Also, one of his assistant ministers, Herbert Chorley, behaved strangely this week, saying that he wanted to spend more time with his family, so he handed in his resignation letter to him. Is this also his fault?

"The whole country is in panic," the opposition finally concluded, barely concealing the smug smile on his face.

Unfortunately, that's exactly what happened.

The prime minister himself felt that the country was in a little bit of panic, and people seemed more panicked than usual.

Even the weather was unsatisfactory. It was still in the middle and early June, and London was filled with cold fog, and there was no sunshine.

This is very wrong, very abnormal...

First of all, I turned to the second page of the memorandum, and found that the content behind it was still very long. Knowing that it was impossible to read it all, I simply gave up.

He stretched his arms over his head and surveyed his office gloomily.

It was a stately room, with a handsome marble fireplace facing the long sash windows, which were shut tightly against the unseasonably cold mist outside.

The Prime Minister shivered slightly, stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the thin mist against the windowpane.

As he stood with his back to the room, he heard a soft cough behind him.

He froze, his own terrified face in the dark windowpane before him.

The cough was familiar to him, he had heard it before, and he turned slowly to face the empty room.

"Hello?" he said, trying to sound brave.

At that moment, he knew it was impossible, but he still vaguely hoped that no one would agree to him.

However, a voice immediately answered, this voice was clear and decisive, as if reading a prepared speech.

The Prime Minister knew when he heard the first cough that it was coming from the little froglike man in the long silver wig who was the figure in a little dirty oil painting in the far corner of the room.

"To the Muggle Prime Minister, requesting an urgent meeting, please reply immediately. You are faithful, Fudge." The man in the oil painting looked at the Prime Minister questioningly.

"Hmm!" said the Prime Minister, trying to keep his voice steady. "Listen, this is not the right time for me. I'm waiting for a call from the leader of a very important country..."

"That can be rearranged," said the portrait without thinking.

The prime minister's heart sank, and that was all he was worried about.

"But I do want to talk to him..."

"We will send someone to make the other party forget about the call, and he will call again tomorrow night." The little man said, "Please answer Mr. Fudge immediately."

"I, oh, well, well!" said the Prime Minister resignedly. "Okay, I'll see Fudge."

He hurried to his desk, straightening his tie to look more formal, and had just settled down, adjusting his face to be as relaxed and composed as he wished, when he saw the empty grate beneath the marble fireplace. Suddenly, bright green flames burst out...

Chapter 1174 The Prime Minister and the War

Such a strange picture that does not conform to common sense will scare anyone who sees it.

The Prime Minister shrank back into the chair vigorously, trying his best to conceal the surprise and panic in his heart.

He watched helplessly as a big fat man appeared in the middle of the flames, spinning like a spinning top.

A few seconds later, the fat man stepped over the grate, holding a yellow-green bowler hat in his hand.

He stood on a fine antique rug and brushed ashes from the sleeve of his thin striped cloak.

"Oh, Muggle Prime Minister!" Cornelius Fudge strode over and held out a hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you again."

The Prime Minister, reluctant to answer this polite remark from the bottom of his heart, said nothing.

To be honest, he didn't want to see Fudge at all.

Fudge's previous appearances, in addition to being particularly alarming, usually meant that some particularly bad news was about to be heard.

Besides, Fudge was clearly worried this time.

He was thinner than before, his complexion was darker, his head was more bald, and his face looked wrinkled.

The prime minister has seen this look on politicians' faces before, and generally it's not a good sign, it means failure.

"Hi, can I do something for you?" the Prime Minister asked.

He shook Fudge's hand hastily, and beckoned him to sit in the hardest chair at the table.

"A lot, a lot, I don't know where to start!" muttered Fudge, pulling up a chair and sitting down, putting his green bowler hat on his lap. "The last few months have been awful, awful... ..."

"Well, have you been having trouble recently?" the Prime Minister asked with a straight face, deliberately emphasizing his tone.

He wanted the other party to understand that he already had enough to worry about, and he didn't want to share anything with Fudge.