Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Everyone below was crammed into the stairs, looking up at them, mainly looking at Harry.

Several people also stretched their necks to make him look clearer.

"Oh, his appearance is the same as I originally thought." Tonks said, lifting the glowing wand high.

"Well, he looks exactly the same as James." Kingsley agreed.

"Except for those eyes!" said the sorcerer, who was snoring, "Yes, it is Lily's eyes."

Several people talked about each other, they all know Harry's parents.

There are a lot of friends who are in front of James and Lily. Now I see Harry, and I feel very kind.

Harry was a little confused, he couldn't believe it was all true.

There was no news for four weeks, and there was no clue that he was going to transfer him from the women’s road.

Suddenly, a large number of wizards stood in the house in a serious manner, as if this was a long-term arrangement.

He looked around at Avon, and turned to look at the people in the hall below, and they stared at him.

Harry suddenly remembered that he hadn't combed his hair for four days, and he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"I, the amount, you come so well, the Dursleys just went out," he said eagerly.

"Well, Harry, this is all arranged. Tonks sent them a letter through the Muggle Post Office, saying they were shortlisted in the Best Suburban Lawn Grand Prix in England. They are now getting the prize." Ai Wen said, seeing Harry's confused expression, "Yes, you still don't know their names, I will introduce you to..."

With the introduction of Ai Wen, Harry clumsied and nodded to every wizard.

To be honest, he really hopes that they can look elsewhere, don't stare at him.

In doing so, he felt as if he was suddenly invited to the stage, very embarrassed.

"The introduction is over, we have enough time to get to know later." Moody said with a rough voice, "Harry, have you finished your things? We have 15 minutes to leave, wait for us to signal us. After everything is safe, leave immediately."

"Not yet, I am going to clean up now, what is the situation now?" Harry turned to Ai Wen again, "Volde..."

Several wizards made a weird squeak in their mouths, and Dicho’s funny big hat fell from the top of his head.

"Shut up!" Moody whispered. "Don't mention that name!"

"What's the matter?" Harry asked doubtfully, not thinking that they reacted so big.

“This house is monitored and not very safe. It’s best not to talk about sensitive things,” said Avon.

He felt the magic of nothing around him, and the Ministry of Magic did have some arrangements here.

Because of this, they can always monitor Harry's use of magic or other things in the first place.

Of course, this monitoring is very vague, but Voldemort's name is a very sensitive word.

"Nothing can be said here, it is too dangerous." Moody muttered dissatisfiedly.

His normal eyes turned to Harry, and the magical eyes were still staring at the ceiling.

"Damn!" he said angrily, raising one hand to smash the devil's eye. "It's always stuck. It has been a problem since the despicable villain has worn it."

With a squeaky snoring, like a piston from the sink, Moody smashed the magic eye.

"Mad-eyed, you are so disgusting, isn't it?" Tonks said kindly and comfortably.

"Excuse me, give me a glass of water, Harry." Moody asked.

Harry walked up to the dishwasher, took out a clean cup, and filled the pool with water.

The sorcerer still stared at him, and they stared at him mercilessly.

Ai Wen was speechless for a while, and he knew from Harry's expression that he must have been very uncomfortable. These people just saw him.

"Thank you." When Harry handed the cup over, Moody said.

He threw the magic eye into the water and threw it with his hand.

The eyes twitched and squatted at everyone in the room.

"On the way back, I hope I can have a 360-degree view."

"Come on, let's hurry up and pack up. After the signal, I will be on the road soon, I will help you, Harry!" said Ai Wen, pushing Harry a hand so that he would not stand here. Treat as an cherished animal.

"I will go too!" Tonks said cheerfully, looking forward with curiosity.

"This place is really fun," she said. "It's too clean. Do you understand what I mean? It's a bit unnatural. My father is also a Muggle, but he is a typical miser. I think Muggles are also more. Variety, just like a wizard. Oh, this is almost the same..."

When they walked into Harry's bedroom and Harry turned the light on, she nodded, and Harry was embarrassed.

His room was indeed much more chaotic than the rest of the house. It was closed for four days, and the mood was bad. Harry had no intention to pack his own things.

Most of his books were scattered on the floor, because he distracted, opened each book and then threw it aside.

Hedwig’s cage needs to be cleaned up and has begun to smell.

His box was wide open, and you could see the Muggle clothes, the robes' robes piled up in the mess, and some scattered on the surrounding floor.

If you can, Harry hopes that he will be able to clean up and let Avon and Tonks come in.

"In fact, it's not bad!" said Ai Wen, he didn't pack much, and he was responsible for the family elf Dobby.

He did a good job, always packing everything at night, not letting people discover his existence.

Dobby helped Ai Wen a lot of work, which he did not expect when he first took over.

Maybe Harry could consider raising a house elf in the room.

When Evan and Harry chatted, they began to pick up the book and hurriedly threw it into his suitcase.

Tonks stopped in front of Harry's open wardrobe and squinted the mirror inside the door.

"Do you know, I think violet is not really suitable for me," she said with a pointed, nail-like hair. "You said, does it make my face look too sharp?"

"Well?" Harry looked at her across a book called "The Quidditch Team in England and Ireland."

Ai Wen also looked up and saw Tonks' hair changing slightly.

"Yes, that's it." Tonks said decisively.

She closed her eyes tightly, her face was a nervous expression, and seemed to be desperately remembering something.

After a second, her hair turned into a bubble gum-like pink.

Yi Rong Magus, the extremely unpopular deformation branch, is really a camouflage of the best magic.