Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

At this time, the atmosphere in the Dumbledore office became more and more tense.

Dumbledore sat silently behind his desk, calming down to see what he was thinking; not far behind him, standing with pale, scared Professor McGonagall and gloomy, wrapped in his head Bandaged Snape.

In front of the desk is a man who looks very weird.

The man was short, fat, solid, with a mess of gray hair and an anxious look on his face. His clothes were a strange hodgepod: pinstriped suit, bright red tie, black long cloak. Purple pointed boots.

He is the Minister of Magic, Connelly Fudge. Opposite him, Hagrid sat on a big chair with a temperament and writhed his body uncomfortably. He was wiping his tears with his big handkerchief, and chanting Evan from time to time. The names of Harry and Ron.

In the room, the same crying cry was Mrs. Weasley sitting in front of the fire, and Mr. Weasley comforted him in a low voice. The two men had come over since they knew that Ron had been taken away, but did not expect the situation to be so bad.

The only thing that was happy was Lucius Malfoy, who was sitting in the corner. He wrapped himself in a black travel cloak and looked at others with satisfaction, with a cold, satisfying smile.

Beside him, he was carrying a strange creature with a bandage around him. He was screaming and screaming. He was a housekeeper, and he looked like Harry’s disappearance was broken. His face was desperate. Help the fear.

"I'm sorry, Albus!" Connelly Fudge said in a crisp and quick tone. "The current situation is very bad. A snake monster broke into the castle and attacked it publicly, and took away three students. It’s too much for the three attacks that happened before, and the Ministry must take action!”

"Connelly, I hope you can understand that taking Hagrid is useless, not the secret room he opened. He is sitting in us now," Dumbledore said softly.

"But you are jealous, Albus!" Fudge said very unnaturally. "Hague's record of the previous record is not good for him. The Ministry of Magic had to take some measures. We have already got in touch with the school board."

"Please allow me to insert a sentence, Minister!" Lucius Malfoy coughed softly. "The board not only agreed with the Ministry of Magic's arrest requirements, in fact, Dumbledore, the board also felt that you should let people go." This is a recall order. You will see that the twelve directors have signed the name. It is generally believed that at this rate, before the end of this semester, Hogwarts students will have nothing left. This is really A terrible thing."

"You have to drive away Dumbledore, it's crazy!" Mr. Weasley stood up and shouted. "Don't think I don't know, it must be the trick you are behind, Malfoy!"

"Very awkward, Weasley! It's hard to imagine that a Ministry of Magic official would have been so unconcerned, but considering the ridiculous things you did before, it doesn't seem so strange." Lucius turned his head. Laughing, "Minister, if I were you, I would definitely drive this guy out of the Ministry of Magic."

"Dear Lucius!" Connelly Fudge was absent-mindedly playing with his top hat. "I don't think it is time to pursue these things. Arthur's son was brought into the Chamber of Secrets. He was just a little excited. And I also I don’t think it’s a good idea to remove Dumbledore."

"This is Hogwarts' internal affairs, and all of our twelve directors voted!" Lucius blinked smugly.

"Malfoy, how many people have threatened and extorted them before they forced them to agree!" Hagrid stood up, his furry, dark head rubbed the ceiling. "You can't dismiss Dumble." Lido, if you do, Hogwarts has no way to live!"

"God, my God, your bad temper will one day give you trouble, Hagrid!" Malfoy said with a cold smile. "I want to give you a piece of advice, don't shout at Azkaban's guards." Shouting, they won't like it. Is that the case, minister?"

"Yeah, yes, I mean, what we need to do now is to find out the truth as soon as possible." Fudge nodded. "Hagrid, I hope you will take a trip with us."

"If you call the truth, it’s just chasing innocent..."

"Look at it from my point of view, Miller!" Fudge said nervously. "I am under a lot of pressure. I have to do something. If I finally find out that it is not Hagrid, he will come back, a word. nor."

"Don't worry, I think we will know all the truth right away!" Dumbledore suddenly noticed something. He turned and said to Professor McGonagall, "Milva, can you please go out for me to meet Mr. Mason, Porter? Mr., Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger!"

"What?!" Everyone was surprised to see Dumbledore, and the children actually came back from the secret room!

Before the time returned to twenty minutes, several people took Lockhart out of the Chamber of Secrets.

Irving everyone did not pay attention, deliberately pulled a snake's fangs, this thing is a good thing, the venom above makes it attack amazing.

With it, you don't have to worry about destroying the Horcrux in the future.

Then, they crossed the coiled body of the basilisk, passed through the dimly empty, echoing room and returned to the tunnel. With the help of Fox, they flew over the long, black hole in the water pipes back to the girls' bathroom on the third floor.

Avon originally planned to go to the school hospital first, but Fox led them to the outside of the Dumbledore office.

Professor McGonagall has got the news, she is waiting in a panic, when she sees Avon, Harry, Ron, Hermione covered with mud and mucus, especially the robes of Avon and Harry. There was still blood on her, and she slammed her hand on her chest and sighed with a big mouth.

A few seconds later, she sent Lockhart to the school hospital, and Avon, Harry, Ron, and Hermione took the spiral staircase into the principal's office.

The door was just opened, and there was silence in the four.

"Ron!" Mrs. Weasley screamed and jumped up. Behind him was Mr. Weasley, and both of them stretched out their arms and walked over to hold Ron.

Behind the two of them were Hagrid, who suddenly embraced Avon, Harry, and Hermione in their arms and hugged them tightly.

Ai Wen’s eyes crossed him and he quickly glanced at the room.

His mouth was slightly upturned and it seemed that the principal’s office seemed to be very lively before they came in.