Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

Harry sighed, carefully searching the chest for other fragments.

The dots of glass shards stuck to the bottom of the box, like glistening coarse grains of sand. Touching it, Harry suddenly felt an inexplicable irritability. He turned the whole box around impatiently, and got all the contents inside. come out.

Then, he stared blankly at the empty boxes and the sundries on the ground for a long time, then fell powerlessly on the bed.

Clean it up tomorrow, they won't pick you up so early.

In the haze, Harry thought a lot.

Just like the dreams he has been having in recent nights, he thought of Sirius for a while, Dumbledore for a while, and Snape for a while.

Ever since he saw the interview with Rita Skeeter in the newspaper last week, his head has been in a mess, and fragments of Rita's article echoed in his mind: a whole chapter describing Potter in detail The relationship with Dumbledore, this relationship can be said to be unhealthy, even evil.He himself dabbled in the dark arts in his youth, and I found sources most journalists were willing to trade wands for...

"Lies!" Harry roared, his voice echoing in the empty house, and Rita Skeeter's slander against Dumbledore was outrageous, but Harry had to admit that he seemed, as if, Really didn't know much about Dumbledore's past, he had to admit he knew next to nothing about Dumbledore.

He never imagined Dumbledore's childhood and youth, it seemed that Dumbledore suddenly became the person Harry knew him to be.

It always feels weird to think of Dumbledore as a boy, like imagining a dull-witted Hermione, or a friendly wreck.

In the past, it had never occurred to Harry to ask about Dumbledore's past.

Of course, that would be awkward, even presumptuous, but Dumbledore took part in the legendary duel with Grindelwald, which is a well-known fact, and it didn't occur to Harry to ask Dumbledore situation, and did not ask him about his other famous achievements.

No, nothing!

They were always talking about Harry, Harry's past, Harry's future, Harry's plans, and now Harry felt that while his future was indeed in danger and uncertain, his lost opportunities could never be recovered.

He didn't ask Dumbledore any more about himself, and the only personal question he asked the Headmaster was the only one he suspected Dumbledore didn't answer honestly.

"When you looked into the magic mirror, what did you see?"

"Me? I see myself holding a pair of thick wool socks."

Harry thought for a few minutes, pulling the pillow over his face.

This time, he seemed to actually fall asleep, but it didn't last long, and the sound of the front door slamming slammed upstairs, and someone yelled, "Hey! You!"

Harry had been called around like this for 16 years, and he knew who his uncle was calling, but he didn't answer right away.

It wasn't until his uncle roared "Boy!" Harry stood up slowly and walked towards the bedroom door.

"What are you dawdling about?" Vernon Dursley shouted angrily when he saw Harry appearing at the stairs, "Come down quickly, I have something to say!"

Harry put his hands in his jeans pockets and walked slowly down the stairs.

He came to the living room and found all three of the Dursleys there.

They were dressed for travel: Uncle Vernon in a fawn zip-up jacket, Aunt Petunia in a crisp pale orange top, Harry's big, blond, muscular cousin Dudley, Wearing a leather jacket.

"Is something wrong?" Harry asked.

"Sit down!" said Uncle Vernon, and Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Please!" Uncle Vernon hurriedly said, frowning, as if the word had stabbed his throat.

Harry sat down, seeming to guess what was going on.

Uncle started pacing up and down the room, and Aunt Petunia and Dudley followed him with worried looks.Finally, Uncle Vernon stopped in front of Harry, his big purple face wrinkled into a ball, and spoke.

"I've changed my mind," he said.

"Surprised," said Harry.

"Don't use that tone..." Aunt Petunia screamed, and Uncle Vernon waved her to shut up.

"It's all deceitful nonsense!" Uncle Vernon stared at Harry with piggy eyes. "I'm determined not to believe a word of it. We're not going, we're not going anywhere."

Harry looked up at his uncle, annoyed and amused.

For the past four weeks, Vernon Dursley had had to change his mind every 24 hours.

Every time I change my mind, I have to toss and load the luggage into the car, get out of the car, and get back into the car.

What Harry thought was the cutest thing was that Uncle Vernon wanted to put the luggage back into the trunk of the car, but he didn't know that Dudley had put the dumbbells in the luggage this time, and he fell to the ground, angry and hurt, and cursed.

"According to you and your godfather!" said Vernon Dursley now, pacing the living room again, "we, Petunia, Dudley and I, are all in danger, and the danger comes from, from..."

"Some of our kind, yes," said Harry.

"Hmph, I don't believe it." Uncle Vernon said it again, stopping in front of Harry again, "I didn't sleep in the middle of the night last night, thinking about this matter, it must be a conspiracy to occupy the house."

"A house?" Harry asked. "What house?"

"This house!" squealed Uncle Vernon, the veins in his brow starting to throb, "our house! Prices are going up so much around here! You want to send us away and do some tricks, no When we understand, the name on the deed will become yours, aha, it must be like this, you and your godfather who has no job must be spying on our house, I can see it all..."

Harry froze for a second, but instead of being angry, he felt that his uncle was simply too stupid, hopelessly stupid.

The gold in Sirius' vault could buy dozens of these houses if he wanted to, not counting the Black family estate.

They asked them to leave because of this broken house, how could it be possible!

"Are you confused?" asked Harry, with a sigh. "Conspiring to take over the house? Are you as stupid as you seem?"

"How dare you!" screamed Aunt Petunia.

Vernon waved her off again, as if a few insults to her appearance were nothing compared to the danger he saw through.

"As far as I know, my godfather already has a house, their family's ancestral house, and there may be more than one, and I will live with him in the future." Harry said patiently, "So, I want this one." What's the house for? For all the good old days that's happened here for the past 16 years?"

Chapter 1543 Argument

Silence, silence, Harry thought the words had stunned his uncle.

He seemed less convinced that Sirius would be that rich, but also less convinced that they would go to such great lengths to seize the house, and he was caught in a paradox of thought.

"Well, well, the child of Mr. Mason's family..."

"You mean Ivan?" Harry reminded.

He knew that in the eyes of Uncle Vernon, the Aiwen family was the real rich and prestigious people, and they had always been their envious role models.

Of course, this role model is limited to the Masons.

In the past few years, Uncle Vernon has lamented more than once that the biggest mistake of the Masons was giving birth to a wizard son. Compared with each other, having a wizard nephew in their family does not seem to be an unbearable thing.

Out of yearning for the upper class, and possibly to maintain the lucrative long-term orders, the Dursleys tolerated Ivan to an unimaginable height. On several occasions, they even asked Harry to invite Ivan to They are guests at home, which is contrary to their philosophy of staying away from wizards as much as possible.

But this kind of thing happened, even Harry found it incredible.

"Yes, Alvin Mason, of course I remember the boy's name," said Uncle Vernon, pacing again. "Is their family leaving too? Like us?"

"Yes." Harry said, "Ivan said that the Masons are going to China."

"China?! It's all because of the demon king you claim..."

"It's Voldemort!" Harry said impatiently. "We've discussed this a hundred times. It's not a claim, it's a fact. Dumbledore told you last year, and Sirius told you, Kings Lay and Mr Weasley..."

Vernon Dursley arched his shoulders angrily, and Harry guessed his uncle was trying to get rid of the memory.

A few days after Harry's summer vacation, two adult wizards came to visit unexpectedly.The appearance of Kingsley Shacklebolt and Arthur Weasley at the door again gave the Dursleys a very unpleasant shock, after all they had just recovered from the shock Sirius gave them at the railway station .

Harry had to admit that Mr. Weasley had left half the living room in ruins, and his reappearance would certainly not please Uncle Vernon.

"They explained it all!" Harry continued unmoved, "Once I turn 17, the spell protecting me will be lifted, and you and I will be exposed. The Order of the Phoenix believes that Voldemort will target you , or torture you, torture my whereabouts, or think that I will rush to rescue you if you are held hostage."

The eyes of Uncle Vernon and Harry met, and at this moment, Harry believed that the same question had arisen in their minds.

Then Uncle Vernon started pacing again.

Harry continued, "So, you must hide. The Order of the Phoenix is ​​willing to help and provide you with the best and strictest protection."

Uncle Vernon did not speak, but continued to pace up and down.

"We're going with the Masons..." he said, seemingly finding a solution to the problem at last.

"I don't think this is possible. The Order of the Phoenix has different arrangements. The goal of your gathering together is too big, and it is easy to be tracked by Voldemort. The Masons have also left long ago. Ivan made arrangements at the beginning of the summer vacation. They The family may not be in the UK now. Besides, what can you do when you go to China?"

"Anything!" muttered Uncle Vernon, and he took a few more steps, knowing that Harry was telling the truth, because he had paid a special visit to Mason's house not long ago, and the place was deserted.A few days ago, he inquired through the company and learned that the Masons did suddenly decide to invest in China, and they might not come back for a long time.

It was unusual to leave in such a hurry that even the people in Mr. Mason's company were surprised.

The only explanation is what Harry said, they went to China not for any business, but to avoid the pursuit of the devil.

If only he had made up his mind earlier, Dursley really planned to leave with the Masons in his heart.

"Isn't there a Ministry of Magic?" asked Vernon Dursley suddenly.

"Not bad." Harry was surprised.

"Then, why can't they protect us? In my opinion, we, as innocent victims, have done nothing bad except adopting a suspect, and should be protected by the government!"

Harry laughed, and he couldn't help laughing.

That's what my uncle is, always pinning his hopes on people who are higher than them or in powerful departments, even in that world he hates and doesn't trust.

First he wanted to be with the Masons, and now he mentioned the Ministry of Magic.

As if doing so would make him feel safe.

"You should have heard what Mr. Weasley and Kingsley said, and they said more details than Sirius." Harry replied, "We can't contact the Ministry of Magic, because the Order of the Phoenix believes that the Ministry of Magic has mixed with bad people, Voldemort people."

Uncle Vernon strode to the fireplace and back again, panting heavily.

The thick black mustache also fluctuated, and the big face was still purplish red.

"Well, well!" he said, stopping in front of Harry again, "well, let's just say, I believe what you're talking about, we accept the protection, but I still don't see why the Big Kingsley protects us."

Harry tried to hold back, not rolling his eyes.

In the past summer vacation, this question has been raised six or seven times.

"I told you," said Harry through gritted teeth, "Kingsley is protecting Ma... your Prime Minister, I mean."

"That's right, he's the best!" said Uncle Vernon, pointing to the blank TV screen.

The Dursleys had seen Kingsley on the news, and he had quietly followed the Muggle prime minister when he visited the hospital.

With this, and Kingsley's mastery of Muggle dressing, and more importantly, there was something comforting in his deep, slow voice, which made the Dursleys alone among wizards. Kingsley looked at him differently, but they had never seen Kingsley wearing earrings.

"He already has a mission!" Harry said, "Mr. Mason and Mrs. Mason did not ask him to protect them, but accepted the designated members of the Order of the Phoenix. The wizards of the Order of the Phoenix are trustworthy, and for your protection, As we said last time, Hestia Jones and Dedalus Diggle would be better suited for the job...”

"I don't believe it, even if we look at the resume..."

Uncle Vernon hadn't finished speaking before Harry lost his patience.

He stood up abruptly, walked to his uncle, and pointed at the TV.

"None of these accidents are accidents. Earthquakes, tsunamis, explosions, plane crashes, train derailments, everything that's happened since the last time we saw the news. People disappeared, people died, and he, Voldemort, did it all. I I've told you countless times that he kills Muggles for pleasure. He's probably killed a lot of people outside of this country. In fact, even the fog was made by dementors, if you If you can’t remember what a dementor is, just ask your son!”

Chapter 1544 Difficult Separation

Hearing Harry mention dementors, Dudley suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth.

Seeing both his parents and Harry staring at him, he slowly put his hands down and asked uneasily, "Are there... more?"

"There are more?" Harry laughed. "You mean, besides the two who attacked us last time? Of course there are, there are thousands of them, which should be all of them, because Dumbledore wiped out The evil... that monster located below Azkaban, there are no new dementors anymore, but the current number alone is enough to form a powerful army. They are difficult to destroy. Dementors rely on fear and despair……"

"Come on, come on!" growled Vernon Dursley, "don't mention those horrible words, you've made it clear."

He finally figured out what was going on, there were thousands of fear-mongering and despair-mongering monsters roaming around outside their house.

They brought the dense fog that has shrouded this country for a year, and the air pollution was talked about every day on the TV.

Can't those officials of the Ministry of Environmental Protection do something useful?

Because of this, Mr. Dursley's machinery company has been inspected many times this year, and many businesses have been affected, but now he knows that the damn fog outside was created by the magic of dementors. , Really...Damn it!

"I hope you understand," said Harry, looking into his uncle's small eyes, "as soon as I turn 17, all those guys, Death Eaters, Dementors, Werewolves, and maybe Inferi, will be Any dead body bewitched by a dark wizard can find you, and will definitely lay hands on you. If you remember the last time you fought a wizard, I think you will admit that you need help."

There was another moment of silence as the Dursleys thought about it.

The scene of the last contest with a wizard, Sirius Black's vicious threat, Arthur Weasley blasting their fireplace, Dudley grew a pig's tail again, and of course, the first time he saw the terrible Magic, the sound of Hagrid smashing a wooden door, seemed to come from afar after so many years.

Aunt Petunia looked at Uncle Vernon, and Dudley glared at Harry.

Silence, silence, silence!

Finally, Uncle Vernon said suddenly, "But what about my job? What about Dudley's school? I guess a bunch of idle wizards don't care about these things, do they? Well, what are you going to do about these things?" Woolen cloth?"

"Work, school?! Don't you understand?" Harry yelled, "They're going to torture you and kill you, like they did to my parents!"

"Dad!" cried Dudley, unable to hold himself back. "Dad, I want to go with the Order of the Phoenix."

"Dudley," said Harry, "for the first time in your life you said something plain."