Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

Noticing that everyone else was watching him, Harry couldn't see a way out of it other than lying.

He can't tell the truth and tell them that only one of himself and Voldemort can survive...

Voldemort tried everything possible to know this information, but in the end he failed.

How ridiculous it would be for him to say everything here!

So Harry nodded, but still said nothing.

It seemed to backfire, and Slughorn smiled at him.

"How humble, how humble, no wonder Dumbledore likes you so much. In other words, the prophecy ball that was taken away by you in the end, I got the whole story of what happened at that time from the insiders of the Ministry of Magic, and the wonderful scene The battle was so exciting and exciting, they said that you finally grabbed the prophecy ball from that person..."

"Yes, I gave it to Professor Dumbledore," said Harry.

"Oh, you don't know the prophecy in it? Didn't Dumbledore tell you?"

"No!" Harry lied, looking Slughorn in the eye.

"It may also happen. Dumbledore is a very cautious person. I know him. Maybe he thinks it's too late to tell you everything." Slughorn said with a smile, "But, About those superpowers..."

"I don't know what it is." Harry said, "I don't have any great power, maybe you are talking about Ivan."

"Yeah, Aiwen has done a lot of incredible things. For a 15-year-old wizard, it is really amazing, but he should not be that person's opponent, and this is a bit different from the information I got. continued Slughorn. "In the Daily Prophet . . . "

"That newspaper often makes up news." Ginny said unequivocally, "It's all baseless nonsense. Hermione told me that the sales volume of "Hogwarts Wizarding News" can exceed that of "Daily Prophet." , because we insist on telling our readers the truth.”

"You're right that the Daily Prophet does often exaggerate," said Slughorn. "They've paid dearly for it, haven't they? So there's no superpower?"

"Yes." Harry said firmly.

"So it looks like another rumor fabricated by the Daily Prophet?!" Slughorn said with some disappointment, "Oh, by the way, speaking of the Daily Prophet, I remember dear Gwe Nog once told me, of course, I mean Gwenog Jones, captain of the Holyhead Harpies..."

He ramblingly changed the topic, and recalled the past in a long-winded manner.

Harry had a hunch, however, that Slughorn wouldn't let him go.

He didn't believe what he said, and neither did the students.

They all looked at themselves with weird eyes, as if they wanted to figure out what that powerful force was.

In the prophecy about Harry, it is mentioned that Voldemort will choose him and give him power...

Harry was not sure if this was a powerful force. Dumbledore said that there was a room in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, and all the power in it belonged to him. Voldemort had none of the mysterious and powerful power.

Also, Harry suddenly thought of the prophecy that Ivan once told them: Voldemort will return again, and with the help of the Chosen One, he will gain power beyond the imagination of the world, bringing terrible disasters to the world.

If Harry is the Chosen One, if he wields great powers that he doesn't even know about, then...

He feels bad, what the hell is going to happen in the future?

Time ticked by in Harry's thoughts.

Slughorn asked each of the students about famous people in their families, and when it was Neville's turn, it was a very unpleasant 10 minutes, because Neville's parents were famous Aurors, and they were killed by Bella. The torture and madness of Trix Lestrange and two of his fellow Death Eaters had caused quite a stir.

By the end of the interview with Neville, Harry got the impression that Slughorn still had doubts about whether Neville had inherited his parents' talents.

His attitude towards Neville was obviously much colder, just like Belby's answer before.

In the end, the party lasted the whole afternoon, and Ivan, Hermione, and Elaine didn't come back.

After questioning everyone, Slughorn told many anecdotes about the brilliant wizards he had taught, who at Hogwarts had all readily joined what he called the Slug Club.

It was so annoying, especially when the students were hypocritically echoing Slughorn.

Harry wanted to leave quickly, but didn't know how to get out without being rude.

At last the train entered a long stretch of fog and into the red glow of sunset.

Slughorn looked around, blinking in the twilight.

"Oh, it's getting dark! The happy time always flies so fast. I didn't notice that they had all the lights on. You'd better go back and change into your school robes. McLaggen, you must come and borrow them when you have time." That book about giant-tailed beasts. Harry, you are welcome to come back anytime, and remember to call out Ivan, Hermione, and Elaine. You too, miss." He said, winking at Ginny, " Alright, let's go now, let's go!"

Zabini shot Harry a nasty look as he pushed past Harry into the dimly lit passage.

Harry ignored the guy, and he, Ginny, and Neville followed Zabini back down the aisle.

"Thank goodness it's over," said Neville softly. "Queer, huh?"

"Yeah, sort of," said Harry, still keeping his eyes on Zabini. "By the way, Ginny, what's up with that Bat-Spell he was talking about?"

"He saw me cast a curse on Zacharias Smith," Ginny said, "That fool from the Hufflepuff team, the one who kept trolling you and Ivan at the DA meeting, there is He has been chasing me for a while. After I separated from you, I met him in the hallway. He kept pestering me to ask me about some messy things, trying to get some inside information, which annoyed me so much, I Just put a hex on him. When Slughorn came in, I thought he was going to put me in detention, but he thought the hex was very beautiful and invited me to lunch! Weird ,right?"

Chapter 1276 Malfoy's Box

"It's weird, but there's nothing to be ashamed of. It's better to be invited because of that than because their mother is famous." Harry said, staring at the back of Zabini's head disdainfully, "or because their uncle... ..."

He paused suddenly as an idea flashed through his mind, a reckless but perhaps brilliant idea.

In just a minute, Zabini would be back in the Slytherin sixth year's compartment, Malfoy's compartment.

Half an hour ago, he had heard Ron complain that Malfoy and Zabini were together and didn't go to the prefect meeting.

At this moment, Malfoy would definitely be sitting there, thinking only his fellow Slytherins could hear him.

What would Harry have seen and heard if he had followed Zabini in, sneaking in unnoticed?

Yes, the train would arrive soon, and from the desolate scenery flashing by the window, Hogsmeade Station was less than half an hour away.

However, since no one took Harry's suspicions seriously, he had to go to collect the evidence himself.

As long as he can get decisive information, he can prove it to Ivan and Hermione.

This is a wonderful opportunity, at least more reliable than Ron's idea of ​​stripping Malfoy.

"I'll come back to you two later." Harry said in a low voice, then pulled out his invisibility cloak and put it on his body.

"But what do you want?" Neville asked.

"Harry!" said Ginny in surprise.

"See you later!" Harry said in a low voice, and quickly followed Zabini, trying not to make a sound.

In fact, the train was rattling, rattling, and he didn't need to be so cautious.

The aisles are now almost empty, and almost everyone has gone back into the carriages to change their school gowns and pack their bags.

The whole journey went smoothly, and Harry tried to stay as close as possible to Zabini without touching him.

But after Zabini pulled the door open, he couldn't slip in fast enough.

Zabini was about to close the door, but Harry put out a foot to block it.

"What's wrong with this thing?" Zabini said angrily, banging the sliding door against Harry's foot again and again.

Enduring the pain, Harry grabbed the door hard and pushed it open.

boom!Chabini, still clutching the doorknob, was thrown aside and landed on Gregory Goyle's lap.

Taking advantage of the confusion, Harry rushed into the carriage. With an unimaginable speed, he jumped onto the temporarily vacant seat in Zabini, and with a pull-up, he climbed onto the luggage rack. The whole set of movements was done in one go, and no one noticed to Harry.

Sirius' special training for Harry had an effect, and his current skill is much stronger than before.

Not to mention, Gore and Sabini were still yelling at each other, attracting everyone's attention.

The only thing that worried Harry a little was that he was pushing Zabini away with too much force, which was unnatural.

Think about it, how could the door of the carriage push a person open?

Malfoy reached out and grabbed the corner of the carriage, Harry's heart was in his throat, but of course he didn't touch anything.

Finally, Goyle slammed the door shut, throwing Zabini off him.

Zabini slumped on his seat, looking desperate.

Vincent Crabbe continued to read his comic book, and Malfoy chuckled a few times, seeming to notice nothing.

He reclined across the two seats and found a comfortable position, with his head resting on Pansy Parkinson's lap.

Harry curled up uncomfortably under the cloak to make sure he was completely covered.

He watched Pansy smirking smugly as he gently brushed Malfoy's smooth blond hair back from his forehead.

That expression, as if everyone is eager to get her position.

The lantern on the ceiling swung from side to side, illuminating everything in the carriage.

Harry could see every word in Crabbe's comic book below, perfectly clear.

"Well, Zabini?" Malfoy said. "What does Slughorn want?"

"The old guy just wanted to curry favor with people who were related to the dignitaries," Sabini said angrily, still glaring at Goyle, "but he didn't find many, only a dozen people."

This information seemed to displease Malfoy, who asked, "Who else did he invite?"

"Those in the academy who are not from our group, such as Samuel and Pino..."

He named several people in succession, all of whom were Slytherin students who had been invited before.

"A bunch of idiots who don't understand the situation," Malfoy said disdainfully.

Harry squinted his eyes and listened to Malfoy's tone, as if these students were not with them and did not support Voldemort.

Slughorn really screened it carefully, and did not invite those with sensitive identities to come.

"Who else?"

"McLaggen of Gryffindor."

"Ah, yes, I know him, his uncle is a high official in the Ministry," said Malfoy.

"And Ravenclaw's Belby and Hufflepuff's..."

"Forget about them, they're all a bunch of idiots." Malfoy said lazily, waving his hand impatiently.

"That Belby, he doesn't deserve to carry my shoes," Pansy added.

"There is also the small team of Mason and Potter, they have the most people going." Zabini said at last, "Mason, Potter, Granger, Longbottom, that girl from the Weasley family and the descendant of Slytherin The little vampire..."

Malfoy sat up abruptly and slapped Pansy's hand aside, seemingly exasperated.

"And he invited Mudblood and Longbottom?"

"Yeah, I guess so, because they went too," said Zabini not too mindingly.

"You can imagine the grade of this party, forget about those two mudbloods, I really don't understand, what is there about Longbottom that interests Slughorn?"

"Who knows." Zabini shrugged, "Mason, Granger and that vampire left shortly after the party started."

"Hmph, they came here to make trouble again this afternoon, let's not bully the freshmen or anything, they won't be complacent for long," Malfoy said.

Harry focused, what did Malfoy mean by that?

He didn't go on, but Pansy went on, "I know why the Weasley girl was invited, a lot of boys like her, and even you think she's pretty, don't you, Blaise, we all know How picky your eyes are."

As she spoke, she watched Malfoy's reaction out of the corner of her eye.

"I'm not going to touch a dirty little scum like her, no matter what she looks like," said Zabini coldly.

Pansy beamed with joy, and Malfoy fell back into her lap, letting her continue brushing his hair.

"Well, I'm really sorry for Slughorn's taste. Probably he's a bit old-fashioned. Unfortunately, my father always said he was a very good wizard in his time. My father used to be quite favored by him. Well, Slughorn probably didn't hear I was in the car, or else..."

Chapter 1277 Negligence and Petrification

"Otherwise, I don't think you are likely to be invited." Zabini said to himself, without giving Malfoy any face, "Look at the people he invited, they are all related to the family and the ministry or Be neutral. When I first passed, he asked me about Nott's father. It seems that they used to be old friends. But when he heard that Nott's father was arrested by the Ministry, his face sank. Nott didn't get invited, did he? So, save yourself, I don't think Slughorn is interested in Death Eaters."

Malfoy looked annoyed at Zabini's words, but he forced a dry smirk.

"Hmph, who cares what he's interested in? Besides, what is he? He's just a stupid schoolteacher." Malfoy yawned exaggeratedly, "I mean, maybe I won't be in Hoag next year." Watts, what does it matter to me whether some old fat old man likes me or not?"

"What are you talking about, maybe you won't be at Hogwarts next year?" Pansy asked angrily, and immediately stopped combing Malfoy's hair, "Where are you going? Are you leaving us?"

"Yeah, you will never know where I am going, and you will never imagine it." Malfoy said with a smug smile, "It's okay to tell you, maybe I will be promoted by then, and I will go Do, uh, more important, more exciting things."

"Just like what that Mason did in Egypt this summer..." Gore subconsciously said.

"They said he defeated a demon."

"It's more important than that, idiot, and don't mention that Mudblood anymore," Malfoy snapped. "Do you think serving the Dark Lord is less of a Mudblood's adventure?"

The effect of his words was immediate, and the box immediately became quiet.

Pansy stared at Malfoy dumbfounded, and Crabbe and Goyle stared at him stupidly.