Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

Office of Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Items. This new department with a long name can inspect and manage all magic items. It is much more important than Mr. Weasley's previous department. included.

"What does this department do?" Hermione asked with interest.

"Oh, that's right, you know, the You-Know-Who is making everyone panic now, and there are people everywhere who make some weird things and sell them for money, saying that they can resist You-Know-Who and Death Eaters. Can you imagine that kind of stuff, The so-called self-defense potion is actually broth with a little lymphatic pus, the operation manual of defense spells, which will actually only make you lose your ears, and..."

Hermione nodded approvingly, she had been preventing students from using these "dangerous objects" for the past year.

Because of Voldemort's return and the approaching exams, Hogwarts students often came up with some weird things last year. As a prefect, he may be the only prefect in the school who remembers his identity and responsibilities. Huh Min of course wants to prevent the spread of these things and the use of them by lower grade students.

Her biggest rivals are Fred and George, the biggest purveyors of prank products in the school.

It is almost impossible to stop the two of them. Hermione has told Ivan more than once about it, hoping that he can stop it.

But this is actually not very useful, Fred and George have repeatedly asked Ivan to take care of Hermione.

Even after the two of them left school, the number of Weasley prank products in the hands of students has increased. Fortunately, although most of these things are a little bit dangerous, they never trick people into buying them.This is fundamentally different from the fake and inferior magic items made and spread by others.

Anyway, Hermione confiscated a lot of these dangerous items from students too...

Apart from Fred, George and Filch, she should have the most inventory in her hand.

"Someone should take care of these dangerous magic items," Hermione agreed.

"Yes, generally speaking, it's people like Mundungus Fletcher who do these bad things. They haven't worked hard for a day in their lives. Now they take advantage of people's fear and loot them, but occasionally they will meet the real ones. Vicious events. That day, Arthur confiscated a box of enchanted looking glasses, almost certainly placed there by some Death Eater. So you see, this is a very important job, a real resistance You-Know-Who. I told him it was ridiculous to think about spark plugs and toaster ovens and other Muggle junk now." Mrs. Weasley finished, her eyes hardening, "So... "

Before she could finish speaking, she stopped, and suddenly screamed.

Following her gaze, Ivan, Harry, and Hermione turned their heads and saw a big clock.

Standing incongruously on a pile of sheets in the laundry basket by the table, it had nine hands, each with the name of a member of the family engraved on it, and it usually hung in the Wee On the living room wall of the Sleys' house, where it now stands, Mrs. Weasley took it with her wherever she went in the house.

Right now, those nine needles point to mortal danger.

As they watched, Mr. Weasley's pointer suddenly jumped to the road.

"He's back!" said Mrs. Weasley, rising from her chair.

"Mr. Weasley still at work at this point?"

"Yeah, almost every day until around midnight, the department has been very busy recently!"

"Why does the pointer stop on the fatal danger, isn't it..."

"Well, it's been like this for a while," said Mrs. Weasley in a tone of put-together understatement, but it didn't look like it. "It's been like that since You-Know-Who made a public comeback, and I think everyone's All in mortal danger, it can't be just our family, look at the things the papers say, it's almost like the end of the world, but I don't know anyone who still has a clock like this, so can't verify, maybe... ..."

Just then, there was a knock at the back door, and Mrs. Weasley hurried to open it.

She took the knob with her hand, pressed her face against the wooden door, and called softly, "Arthur, is that you?"

"Yes." Mr. Weasley's weary voice came from outside the door, "but if I were a Death Eater, I would say the same thing, my dear, ask a question!"

"Oh, to be honest..." said Mrs. Weasley, a little embarrassed.

"Molly!"

"Okay, okay...what's your greatest ambition?"

"Find out how an airplane can stay in the sky."

Mrs. Weasley nodded and turned the handle to open the door, but it was evident that Mr. Weasley was gripping the handle tightly on the outside, and the door remained motionless.

"Molly! I'm going to ask you that question first!"

"Arthur, seriously, this is ridiculous..."

"What do you like me to call you when we're alone?"

Even with the dim table lamp, Ivan, Harry, and Hermione could clearly see that Mrs. Weasley's face flushed suddenly. Ivan laughed, and Hermione's face also looked a little red. He stared blankly at the door for a while, then quickly turned around and kicked Ai Wen, signaling him not to look, and quickly bowed his head to drink the soup.

Harry, too, felt feverish in his ears and neck.

He buried his head in the bowl, following Hermione's example, clinking the spoon as hard as he could.

"Molly Shiver," whispered Mrs. Weasley sheepishly into the crack by the door.

"Correct," said Mr. Weasley, "you can let me in now."

Mrs. Weasley opened the door and her husband appeared, a thin, bald, red-haired wizard with horn-rimmed glasses and a dusty traveling cloak.

"I still don't understand why you do this every time you go home." Mrs. Weasley said as she helped her husband take off his cloak, her face still flushed slightly, "I mean, Death Eaters would Force you to give the answer first, and then pretend to be yours!"

"I know, dear, but this is the Ministry of Magic's regulations, and I have to set an example. What smells so good, onion soup?" Mr. Weasley looked at the table eagerly, "Oh, Ivan, Harry, Hermione! We thought you three wouldn't be here until tomorrow morning!"

He came over and shook hands with them one by one. Mr. Weasley finally sat on the chair next to Ivan, and Mrs. Weasley also put a bowl of hot soup in front of him.

"Thanks, Mollie. It's a terrible night. Some idiot actually sells the Transformation Medal, saying that if you hang it around your neck, you can change your appearance as you want. Thousands of faces, endless changes, only sell ten Garen!" Mr. Weasley began to talk about work.

"Just like Transfiguration Magus, Tonks can do it."

"Yeah, but Transfiguration Magus are very rare. Without the help of Polyjuice Potion, it's very difficult for other wizards to change their appearance. It's almost impossible."

"So what happens when you actually wear it?"

"Generally it just turns the face an ugly orange, but there are also two people who have tentacled sarcoma all over their bodies, as if St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds wasn't busy enough!"

Chapter 1243 Fred and George's Room

The change of appearance is quite advanced metamorphology content, much harder than transforming oneself into an animal.

Generally speaking, only Transfiguration Mags can do this at will. If you want to perfectly transform into another person, you need to use compound decoction. In addition, there is a transformation potion in the potion, which can also Can randomly change the user's appearance.

This kind of potion is effective for a short time and must be taken within one hour after brewing, so it is difficult to store it for a long time and carry it with you.

Moreover, the range of transformation is too random, and it may not be guaranteed that each transformation will look like a human.

Only those looking for fun or thrills should use this shapeshifting potion.If you want to protect yourself through transformation, this kind of transformation potion is difficult to do so.Think about it, you obviously only need to change the color of your hair, but after drinking a sip of the transformation potion, your head turns into the shape of a turkey...

At that time, not to mention hiding, it will be more conspicuous.

As for things like the Transformation Medal, it's purely a lie.

"Arthur, the kind of stuff you're talking about looks like something Fred and George would be interested in." Mrs. Weasley said hesitantly, "You're sure it's not them..."

"Of course I'm sure!" said Mr. Weasley, raising his voice slightly. "I've checked their shop, Molly, and there's nothing contraband. Those two boys wouldn't be making that kind of stuff now. They know how to behave. Now that people are desperate for protection, they don't have to..."

"I can also guarantee that Fred and George will not sell immature products." Ivan said, putting down the spoon.

In that joke shop, he took a part of the shares. Although he hardly participated in the later period, it is undeniable that Fred and George are now able to run such a successful operation, and Ivan's support has a lot of credit for it.

"Thanks to your participation, Ivan, you are much more worry-free than the two of them." Mrs. Weasley said immediately, "I don't even know how to thank you, if it wasn't for your financial support..."

"Without my support, Fred and George will do it. They are very talented in this regard." Ivan said truthfully.

He just sped up the process and made the joke shop bigger.

Without Ivan's support, Fred and George would have come to this point through their own business.

"Molly, you kept saying before that Ivan shouldn't have provided them with Galleons." Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "Look now, their store is very successful, with a lot of business too busy……"

"It's different!" Mrs. Weasley said sternly, giving Mr. Weasley a reproachful look, "I don't blame you, Irwin, but it's rash to give so many Galleons to Fred and George , It’s really reckless behavior, you shouldn’t do it, they are likely to fail in business, or…”

"That's Fred and George's own money, Mrs. Weasley." Ivan said hastily.

"We both know what's going on, they couldn't have done it without your help," said Mrs. Weasley. "Yeah, although I didn't agree with it at first, they do seem to have a bit of a business mind, maybe They should be allowed to do that. Arthur and I have nothing to support in this regard, thankfully..."

"If you say that again, I will feel embarrassed."

"Okay, Molly, you don't want Ivan to sleep well tonight, do you?" Mr. Weasley said.

Mrs. Weasley didn't say anything, she just got up and hugged Ivan tightly.

"Children, let's talk about the transformation medal, you may not be able to imagine..."

"You came back so late just for the Transfiguration Medal?" Mrs. Weasley interrupted him.

"No, we got information that someone cast a dangerous tempering spell at the Elephant Castle. Fortunately, by the time we got there, the Magic Law Enforcement Team had already settled the matter..."

Mr. Weasley talked endlessly about work matters. Ivan, Harry, and Hermione were very interested at first, and wanted to know more about the current domestic situation, but it was too late, and they It didn't take long to feel drowsy after listening to it, and I couldn't help breathing.

"Go to sleep, my dear." The bright-eyed Mrs. Weasley said immediately, "Hermione, you go to Ginny's room. Ivan, Harry, you two go to Fred and George's room. It's already packed."

They said good night to Mr. Weasley and got up to go upstairs.

Crookshanks jumped nimbly from Hermione's lap and slipped out of the room as if to go into the yard.

When leaving the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley glanced at the big clock in the laundry basket again, and all the hands pointed to mortal danger again.

Ivan and the others all noticed this, it was unusually conspicuous...

On the second floor of the Burrow, Percy's room was quiet, and there was no sound in it.

He didn't live at home either, and Percy still didn't seem to be reconciled with the family, and Mrs. Weasley didn't mention him, her face was tense, and she went straight up the stairs. good way to ask...

Fred, George and Ginny's bedrooms were all on the third floor, with Ginny's near the landing.

After Hermione said good night, she quietly opened the door and walked in. Ivan and Harry walked into Fred and George's room.

"Fred and George rarely let me in before," said Harry, looking around curiously, "just hearing explosions and weird noises, and Ron and I guessed what you were doing again."

"You know, all kinds of magic experiments, research and development of new products." Aiwen said, opened the cabinet and looked, there were some colored paper and things that looked fun but seemed dangerous, "Well, Let's not touch them in the end, since staying here must mean that the research on these things has not been completed."

This bedroom is bigger than Ron's room, and there are not so many posters. In the distance, a lamp is placed on the bedside table of the two beds, casting a warm and soft light into the room. The small window There was a large vase of fresh flowers on the table in front, but their fragrance could not mask the smell that lingered in the room.

Ivan and Harry agreed that it was the smell of gunpowder, the imprint left by Fred and George's dangerous magic experiments. There were many unmarked sealed cardboard boxes piled up on a large area of ​​the floor, used for school. The box is also in it, this room looks like a temporary warehouse.

Their salute has been placed in the corner of the room. While changing their pajamas, Hedwig flew in from the window. It pecked Harry lightly, then called out to Ivan happily, and threw it down at them. After a field mouse, it flapped its wings and flew out of the window, disappearing into the night.

The owl was very polite and must have waited to see Harry before foraging.

As for the field mouse that is not yet dead, it is probably a gift from it to Ivan...

Chapter 1244 Presents and Cats

"Does it do this often? Bring food home?" Ivan asked.

"No, my uncles and aunts don't like dead rats in the house, and one of the conditions they agreed to let me keep Hedwig and let her out at night to let the air out is that they are not allowed to bring this thing back." said Harry, putting on His own pajamas, "It must like you very much, I have never seen Hedwig give someone else a gift."

"Really? This gift is such a surprise."

Ivan felt that he didn't have much contact with Hedwig. This owl was really strange, and it wasn't the first time he saw him...

Since you want to give a gift, why didn't you give it before?

Also, why send a dead field mouse to Ivan?It doesn't want Ivan to eat it, does it?

Weird, weird, really weird.

Ivan thought for a while, Hedwig is very smart, maybe he was seen by Animagus when he was transformed before.

Then, it mistook him for a cat...

"Leave it there," said Harry. "He'll get the vole away when he comes back."

As he spoke, he fell backwards on the bed, and immediately turned around and picked up the pillow. There was a hard object in the pillow.

Harry reached in and groped, and pulled out a sticky, half-purple, half-orange lump of sugar.

"It's Tutu lozenges." He smiled, turned over, and immediately fell asleep.

Ivan also climbed onto George's bed, feeling exhausted. He didn't think much about Hedwig's strange behavior. This owl must have made a mistake. He had no interest in the field mouse at all, and he had no intention of eating it, but He didn't know what was going on, but in his deep sleep that night, he seemed to really hear the meow of a cat.

In front of his eyes was the boundless darkness, and beside his ears was the terrifying silence of death.

Aiwen wasn't sure if he was asleep, but at this moment, a piercing meow sounded in the darkness.

"Meow!" He opened his eyes suddenly, and the door was suddenly knocked open from the outside!

On the bed next to him, Harry also sat up straight on reflex.

They heard the screeching sound of the curtains being pulled open, and the bright sunlight made your eyes hurt.

There were no cats, and in the dimness, Ivan saw Ron rushing towards Harry.

"what happened?"

"Harry, Ivan, I know you are here!" A voice shouted excitedly.

"Ron!"

"Ron?" Harry didn't seem to be fully awake, and then he got a hard slap on the top of the head.

"Ron, don't hit him!" a girl's voice scolded.

Harry found his glasses and put them on quickly, but the light was too bright and he still couldn't see anything.