Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Professor McGonagall returned Hermione to the school hospital, and Ai Wen walked into Dumbledore's office.

Like last year, the principal’s office was very interesting. Phoenix Fox looked at him affectionately. The table not far away was filled with magical props that didn’t know the usefulness. The round silverware spun and spewed a small strand. Small smoke.

Before coming in, Ai Wen originally heard the embarrassing voice inside the house. They were eager to discuss what happened this evening. Avon originally thought it was Dumbledore and Fudge, but when he came in, he found that there was no one in the office.

Just talking about the portraits of the male and female wizards on the surrounding walls, they are the presidents of Hogwarts.

It is a pity that Avon did not see the portraits of the four creations in it, otherwise he could ask Gryffindor about his treasure key, the legendary magic item hidden in the Forbidden Forest Horse tribe. What is it?

The portraits are sleeping, but Avon sees that some of them occasionally sneak open their eyes, look at themselves, and then close immediately, for fear of being discovered by themselves.

Evan didn't care for them, he saw the tattered, crumpled branch hat on the table.

He hesitated for a moment, and he always had a question in his heart to ask the other person. Now is a rare opportunity.

Ai Wen went over and took the hat up and put it on his head.

The big hat slowly slipped down and slipped down to cover his eyes, as he did when he first wore it.

"Long time no see, Avon Mason!" A sharp voice, whispered, "Do you seem to have something to worry about?"

"Yes, some things don't understand. Regarding the branch ceremony, I am very curious why the little dwarf Peter will be..."

"It will be assigned to Gryffindor, isn't it?!" the hat said softly. "My job is to divide the little wizards into the appropriate colleges according to the wishes of the four founders. For over a thousand years, I have seen too many, too many little wizards, some of them are kind, some are ambitious, some are talented, some are... but you have to know that in the ceremony, In addition to these innate qualities, everyone's choice is also a crucial factor."

"So, is Peter asking himself to enter Gryffindor?"

"The child wants to go to Gryffindor and find the courage he didn't have." The cap said, "But actually, he doesn't have to look for it. Courage has been buried deep in his heart, when will he be able to wait? Looking down at your heart, you will find what he has been looking for."

"But he didn't do this. His later actions are far from Gryffindor."

"Don't doubt, I won't go wrong. The magic of the four founders can make me see the inside of my heart. My job is to assign the right people to the right college." The branch cap said cleverly, "but There is no guarantee that the college will suit him, and there is no guarantee that he will not take a detour in the future."

"What about me?" Ai Wen hurriedly asked. "You didn't ask for my opinion at all. You know, I originally planned to enter Ravenclaw, but you have assigned me to Gryffindor."

"Is that really the case, is this really your inner wish?" The hat of the branch made a burst of laughter. "Yes, like Harry Potter, the position of the two of you is not particularly easy, but I still That sentence, I will not go wrong, Gryffindor can help you complete your dreams."

Ai Wen stunned, what is his dream, and learned more magic? Defeat Voldemort? Or is it to be a great white wizard like Dumbledore?

Ai Wen was confused. He wanted to say a few more words to the other party, but he heard someone coming in. He hurriedly took the hat and put it back in place.

The door of the office opened, and Dumbledore came in and looked very dignified.

"professor!"

"Sit down, Avon!" Dumbledore pointed to the chair in front of the desk. "I need to talk to you, but I have to say a long story. I don't have much time. Connelly is waiting for me in the foyer. We have to rush to the Ministry of Magic overnight to deal with the werewolf riots and Remus’s allegations."

Ai Wen sat down and naturally recalled the steps of using cerebral occlusion.

"First, I have to ask you, Avon, do you have anything to tell me?" Dumbledore looked at Evan carefully, and the ten fingertips of the slender fingers touched him together. He said softly, "Any thing!"

"I do have some things I want to talk to you, Professor!" Ai Wen nodded and said slowly. "But before that, please allow me to ask a question first. You just found out that Ron was under control. What?"

"Obviously, just in the third floor office, I believe that it’s not just me who noticed Mr. Weasley’s abnormality alone.” Dumbledore said gently, "What he did tonight is too obvious, like the darkness. The candlelight in the middle is generally obvious!"

"So, you know who controls Ron?"

"Although many people think that I know everything, but I am not rumored by outside rumors!" Dumbledore sat on the high back chair behind the table, he used the light blue, penetrating My eyes fixed on Ai Wen. "I have some thoughts about this, but I still want to hear your opinion!"

"I suspect that the little dwarf Peter controlled Ron!" Ai Wen looked away and tried not to look at Dumbledore.

Although he is going to tell the other side something, he is not revealing all the information in his mind.

"Little Dwarf Peter, this is really a surprising answer."

Despite this, Dumbledore did not seem to be surprised, as if everything was in his expectation.

"This afternoon, Hermione and I met Little Sirius Black in Hogsmeade. He told us that the little dwarf Peter betrayed Harry's parents to Voldemort. He was not dead. He was an Animagus. He is now Ron's pet mouse streak."

"Animagus?! This is an important piece of information!" Dumbledore closed his eyes and meditated. "Ivan, your intelligence verified my conjecture. To be honest, I did not really have a little dwarf Peter. It’s my fault to invest too much attention. I could have avoided letting this child go to this step today."

Ai Wen waited for the other party to continue, but Dumbledore seemed to fall into the memory and did not mean to speak.