Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

Ron offered to go to his room, and Mrs Weasley was unusually unobjectionable.

Everyone carried Harry's gift and went upstairs. As soon as they reached the second floor, a door on the platform opened.

"Harry, can you come in?"

It's Ginny!

Ron stopped abruptly, but Hermione pulled him up and Ivan pulled curious Elaine and Gabriel, these three guys...

"What's she going to do?" Ron muttered disapprovingly, walking up reluctantly.

"A present for Harry, of course," said Hermione, the stairs creaking under her feet.

"Is that what we discussed last night?" Gabriel said expectantly, "It's so romantic!"

"What's the matter?" Ron asked sensitively immediately.

"Of course it's a kiss. Ginny has been planning it all along. She doesn't want Harry to forget her, so she's going to give him the most precious thing." Elaine replied flatly, as if it wasn't a big deal, "Maybe She also wants to bite Harry, if it were me, I would definitely bite, leaving bite marks, he will never forget."

"What?" Ron raised his voice sharply.

"Please, Ron, give the two of them a little privacy." Ivan said, "If they fall in love again, you can't keep looking at Ginny."

"He's my sister!" said Ron nervously. "No, I can't let her do that. I'm going to go down and see."

"Stop!"

But Ron ignored them at all, and ran downstairs without thinking.

In Ginny's room, Harry followed her in with some trepidation.

He had never been in the room before, the room was small but bright, with a large poster of the Weird Sisters on one wall, and a poster of the captain of the witches' Quidditch team, the Holyhead Harpies, on the other. Photograph by Wenog Jones, a desk facing an open window.

Outside the window was the orchard where he and Ginny had played Quidditch and dated.

Now, there is a big, cream-colored tent pitched there.The golden flag on the top of the tent was level with Ginny's window.

Ginny looked up into Harry's face, took a deep breath, and said, "Happy 17."

"Um...thank you."

She stared at him intently, but he found it difficult to meet her gaze, just like gazing into a dazzling light.

"The scenery is nice." He pointed out the window and said without words.

Ginny didn't reply, she said with a flushed face, "I don't know what works, it can't be too big, or you can't carry it with you."

Harry took the courage to look at her and she didn't cry, which was one of the great things about Ginny that she rarely cried.

It made her different from other girls, Harry sometimes thought, and six older brothers must have toughened her up.

He looked at Ginny, and Hermione's words sounded in his ears, Ginny was going to give him a special gift...

Chapter 1576 Distressed Promise

Suddenly, the atmosphere became ambiguous, and even the air was pink, and Harry had a premonition of what was going to happen.

Ginny took a step closer to him, leaning close to his chest, feeling the breath of the other person.

"So, I want you to have something that reminds me of me, I mean, if you run into some veela while you're out doing errands."

"To be honest, I think there were very few opportunities for romance at that time."

"I wish there was some comfort in that," she whispered, and she kissed him...

Ginny kissed him like never before, and Harry kissed her back.

He was in high spirits, and his mind went blank, which was better than Flame Whiskey.

She was the only real thing in the world at this moment, Ginny, the way she made him feel.He put one arm around her back, stroked her long, lightly scented hair with the other, ran his hand down the hair, and hugged Ginny tightly...

boom! ! !

The door behind them was suddenly knocked open, and the two quickly separated.

"Oh!" said Ron sharply, "I'm so sorry to interrupt you both."

Alvin, Hermione, Elaine, and Gabriel ran in after, and Harry and Ginny were obviously embarrassed because Ron knocked the door open.

Here, Ron's ears were red with anger, and he glared at Harry and Ginny, as if they were doing something outrageous.

Hermione looked uneasy, Gabriel covered her eyes and peeked through her fingers, and Elaine looked curious about the baby.

Ivan clutched his forehead weakly, he knew that this picture must be embarrassing.

Ginny and Harry haven't broken up with Ron yet, it can only be said that they are too good-tempered.

There was tension in the silence, and then Ginny whispered in a flat tone, "Well, Happy Birthday, Harry."

Harry didn't answer, he wanted to kick everyone out but him and Ginny, and slam the door, slam it shut.

But when the door was opened just now, it seemed that a cold wind had blown into the room, and his glorious moment burst like a soap bubble.All the reasons for cutting off ties with Ginny and keeping her as far away as possible seemed to follow Ron into the house, and all the happiness of forgetting everything disappeared.

He looked at Ginny and wanted to say a few words, although he didn't know what to say, but Ginny had already turned around.

Harry thought she might finally be able to stop crying this time, and there was nothing he could do to comfort her in Ron's presence.

"See you later," he said, and followed the others out of the bedroom.

They didn't stop in the stairwell, and the argument didn't erupt as quickly as expected.

Ron strode down the stairs and out into the courtyard through the still crowded kitchen.

"Harry, don't you..." Hermione said in panic, biting her tongue because she was too fast.

"Don't get excited, Harry." Ivan followed up.

"Don't worry about this, I want to make it clear to him." Harry said, following Ron all the way.

The two of them made their way to the secluded spot of the freshly cut lawn, while the others watched from afar, and if anything went wrong, rushed over.

"Ron takes Ginny too seriously, and this kind of deformed protection makes people breathless," said Hermione.

"Ginny annoys him for that." Elaine said in a very contemptuous tone. She hasn't spoken to Ron since the last time Ron got angry because Ginny and Harry talked about each other, " To be honest, if I had such a brother, I would definitely find a way to make him disappear."

"Well, Ron is just... out of kindness." Ivan said calmly, "You know, he wants to protect Ginny."

Across the lawn, a violent confrontation broke out between Harry and Ron, and the two quarreled violently.

Because they were too far away, Ivan, Hermione, Elaine, and Gabriel didn't hear what they said clearly.

However, judging from the final result, the two of them still reached an agreement, but they both seemed very unhappy.

Ron kept muttering that Harry had lied to him and was looking for opportunities to flirt with his sister.

Although in the eyes of all normal people, who Ginny wants to date and kiss is her freedom, and Ron has no right to express his opinion, Harry still said that he would never contact Ginny again because he wanted Ginny His future is free and unencumbered, while his future is nothing but defeating Voldemort.

With Ron's strong intervention, the matter seemed to be resolved in this way.

For the rest of the day, Harry and Ginny were never alone again.

Nor could it be seen from her expression and manner that they had had a conversation beyond politeness in her room.

But Hermione told Ivan later that Ginny cried a lot in the room at noon. She said that Ron was a jerk and interfered in her private affairs...

To some extent, he is really an asshole. His overprotective desire is suffocating, and the point is that it is difficult to say that he is at fault.

Because Ron's starting point seems to be good, and his feelings for Ginny seem to be sincere, at least on the surface. The reasoning does not make sense to him, and no one hopes to explain it to him.Fortunately, the arrival of Sirius relieved the tense atmosphere to a certain extent, and brought some comfort to Harry.

His birthday gift to Harry was also beyond expectations, the inheritance of all the property of the Black family.

If Sirius dies by accident, then everything in the Black family belongs to Harry. Even now, Harry can go to the vault of Sirius and the Black family in the underground of Gringotts, although Sirius spends money. He has always spent a lot of money, but no matter how conservatively estimated this property is, it will not be a small amount.

Unlike those pure-blood wizard families who suddenly became rich or fell into ruin, the Black family has always been very powerful and prosperous.

At least, it was still the case in Sirius' father's generation, even if they were not as rich as the Malfoy family, they were actually not much different.

Facing this too expensive gift, Harry wanted to shirk it, but Sirius finally convinced him.

Driven by Sirius, the atmosphere gradually became harmonious. Everyone seemed to forget the unhappiness that happened in the morning, and sat on the chairs with a smile on their faces, watching Mrs. Weasley raise her wand aggressively, forcing Charlie, who had just returned, to sit on the chair Go up and say loudly that you want to give him a good haircut.

Harry's birthday party packed the Burrow kitchen to the point of exploding long before Lupine, Tonks, and Hagrid arrived.

So they put together a few tables in the garden.

Fred and George conjured up a mass of purple lanterns, with the number Seventeen shining brightly, hanging over the heads of the guests.Thanks to Mrs Weasley's meticulous care, George's wound had smoothed out, but the dark hole was still noticeable, despite the many jokes the twins had made about it.

The birthday party started, and everyone came to sit outside.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Mrs. Weasley yelled as she walked through the garden door, a golden snitch the size of a water balloon floating in front of her.

It took seconds before they realized it was Harry's birthday cake.

Mrs. Weasley used his wand to keep him suspended in mid-air, rather than risk carrying it across the uneven ground.

This is undoubtedly very sensible, the huge snitch birthday cake dangled in the air, and finally landed on the dining table without any risk.

Chapter 1577 Dumbledore's Will

"Unexpectedly, I would have the opportunity to see you grow up, Harry!" Sirius said excitedly, rubbing the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, with a choked voice, "I thought I would never have this opportunity, never I thought this day would come... You are so like your father, when he was an adult, we celebrated him at Hogwarts. So many years have passed in a blink of an eye, if your father can see the present You, he must be proud of you."

Because of Harry's coming-of-age birthday, Sirius thought of James again, and he seemed extra sentimental.

He had a lot to say to Harry, all about recalling the past.

At this moment, Harry, who was sitting opposite Sirius and listening carefully, seemed to have really turned into his best friend James.

The others gave Harry and Sirius space to be alone and talk.

The afternoon passed quickly, and at seven o'clock, the guests all came.

Fred and George stood at the end of the path to meet them and lead them into the house.

Lupine shook Harry's hand with a reassuring smile, and Tonks looked downright radiant beside him.

"Happy birthday, Harry," said Tonks, hugging him tightly.

She went over to sit with Fleur and asked with interest about the wedding preparations.

Lupine sat and talked with Sirius, and Mrs. Weasley prepared a bottle of wine for them.

After a while, Hagrid came.

He put on his best shaggy brown suit as a sign of respect, and it was ugly.

"Seventeen, isn't it?" said Hagrid, taking a glass of wine the size of a keg from Fred. "We met six years ago today, Harry, do you remember? "

"I have an impression." Harry said, looking up at him with a grin. "Did you knock down the gate, give Dudley a pig's tail, and tell me I'm a wizard?"

"I can't remember the details." Hagrid giggled, "How are you, Ivan, Ron, Hermione, Elaine?"

"Fine," said Hermione. "And you?"

"Oh, it's okay. We're busy, we have a few newborn unicorns, and I'll show you when you get back." Hagrid found a little fuzzy drawstring bag in his pocket, A long strap was tied to the bag, apparently for hanging around the neck. "Donkey skin, no matter what is hidden in it, only the owner can get it out. It's very rare, this thing. Send Here you go, Harry!"

"Hagrid, thank you so much!"

"Nothing." Hagrid waved a hand the size of a trash can lid, "Yo, Charlie's back too! I've always liked him, hey! Charlie!"

Charlie walked over, resignedly stroking his newly cropped, appallingly short hair.

He was shorter and thicker than Ron, with burns and scratches all over his muscular arms.

"Hello, Hagrid, is everything all right?"

"I've wanted to write to you for a long time, how is Noble?"

Norbert was a dragon hatched from a dragon egg that Hagrid got when Harry and the others were in their first grade, and was finally given to Charlie to look after.

"Noble?" Charlie laughed. "The Norwegian Ridgeback? We call him Norbeta now."

"What, Norbert is a girl?"

"Yeah," Charlie said.

"How can you tell?"

"Mother's much worse," said Charlie, looking over his shoulder and lowering his voice. "I wish Daddy'd come back soon. Mommy's getting fidgety."

They all looked towards Mrs. Weasley, who kept looking towards the gate while pulling herself together to talk to Mrs. Delacour.

After a while she cried out into the garden, "I think we'd better not wait for Arthur, and start now, he must be delayed, oh!"

Everyone saw it at the same time: a light streaked across the yard, onto the table, and became a bright silver mole.