Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Due to the unprecedented success of the store sales and the good news that Sirius was going to teach at Hogwarts, the dinner atmosphere was very pleasant.

With the help of Hermione and Ginny, Mrs. Weasley made a large table full of dishes.

In the courtyard of the Burrow, everyone sat happily around the table, eating delicious dishes and watching the fireworks display of Fred and George.

Professor Lupin and Mr. Weasley also told a few jokes that made everyone laugh.

“I can’t believe you’re going to be a school professor!” Harry smiled at his side.

He had been laughing all night long.

Harry was still immersed in the great surprise that Sirius was going to teach at Hogwarts. He felt like he was dreaming: Ron recovered from the damage of the Imperius Curse, his godfather was going to be a Hogwarts Professor, Evan’s shop had achieved unprecedented success and he received the Firebolt as a Christmas gift…

The recent events made Harry feel the happiness he had never felt before.

“Nor did I think of it a few months ago, I just wanted to take revenge on Peter Pettigrew, even if my life was at stake. But now it’s good this way. Evan was right. It’s probably the best outcome for me.”

Sirius’s face was filled with a cheerful smile, making him look younger and more like he was at Hogwarts more than a decade ago.

“Speaking of that!” Hermione asked curiously. “Sirius, I’ve been wondering, what are you going to do about the Defence Against the Dark Arts class in the next semester?

“I’ve just talked to Remus. I am going to continue with his methods, so that you can see other Dark creatures. Besides, I am going to teach you some real duelling skills. I’ve seen a few of you fighting, and your combat experience is scarce. Take Evan for example. He has a lot of magic, he masters many magic spells, not even worse than me, but he can’t use them to their full potential. What you need now is more skill and experience, something that can only be learned in real combat.”

“Battle experience and skill, you mean…” Evan suddenly had an idea in his mind, “Aren’t you going to reopen the duelling club?”

The club, which aimed to teach duelling skills to the wizards and enhance their combat experience and strength, was formed last year on Lockhart’s suggestion.

At that time, the response was so great that everyone expected that almost all the young wizards in the school would join in.

But the club had become a joke. Lockhart was no opponent to Snape at all, and could not even resist a move.

In the end, they all saw that Harry was a Parselmouth, and that was just awful for the club’s debut.

“I have that idea, but I need to get Dumbledore’s consent.” Sirius slowly turned his wand in his hand and continued, “I’ve heard about last year, and if Snape wants to, I’d like to invite him to be my opponent and show you a few things about a real duel.”

He added an accent on the “duel”, and it seemed that he could hardly wait to play with Snape. The new hatred and old grievances between the two men were not clear at all.

They were sick of each other, and their feud exceeded that of Harry and Malfoy.

“God, I can’t wait!” Ron raised his head from his plate and swallowed the contents of his mouth. “Teach the old bat a lesson! He always looked for Harry’s trouble, he’s got us locked up, and he’s deducted points from Gryffindor. We’ve put up already enough with him…”

“RON!” Mrs. Weasley grabbed Ron’s ear and said harshly, “How dare you say that about your Professor?”

“Oh, Mom, you don’t know…”

Everyone laughed at Ron’s embarrassment.

This topic did not go on, but looking at their faces, they all couldn’t wait to see Sirius and Snape’s duel, even for Percy and Hermione, who had always behaved properly.

After a brief calm, there was another burst of laughter on the table.

Fred and George tricked Percy who ate a new variant of their transfiguration biscuits. Percy became a frog and then reverted to his normal appearance.

Under everyone’s laughter, Percy chased Fred and George around the yard, and Mrs. Weasley hurriedly stopped them.

Just then, a small grey figure flew out of the house and landed at Ron’s plate.

It kept on twittering and fighting with Ron for food on the plate.

“Shut up, Pig,” Ron hurriedly waved his hand and the owlet in front of him rushed to the side. “Don’t touch anything on my plate.”

“Why are you calling that owl Pig?” Hermione asked curiously, she had been busy with Evan in the store recently, and had no time to care about the name Ron gave to the owl.

“Because it’s being stupid.” Ginny, sitting next to her, grinned and said, “the name Ron gave it before was Pigwidgeon.”

“Yeah, that name is not stupid at all.” Ron said sarcastically, “I thought about it for a long time with Harry, and I came up to the name of Pigwidgeon, which is very well matched with Hedwig. But when we were about to call it, Ginny had already got the name.”

“Don’t you think this name is very cute?” Ginny asked.

“I don’t see anything cute. I tried to change this name, but it was too late, he won’t answer to anything else. So now it’s gone, he’s Pig.” Ron wrinkled his nose and said.

Pigwidgeon zoomed happily beside him, hooting shrilly.

“Pig is a pretty good name; it is really cute.” Hermione used the breadcrumbs to bring the owl over.

It flew up to Hermione at once, which made her giggle.

The dinner lasted until more than ten o’clock, and ended in laughter.

The next day, because Sirius was also on his way to Hogwarts, he rushed back on the Knight Bus instead of returning to school on the Hogwarts Express at King’s Cross Station Platform 9¾.

They hurried to have breakfast, put on their coats and scarves, and got ready to go on the road.

The early morning of January was cold and the sky was grey.

At 7 o’clock in the morning, a violently purple, triple-decker bus had appeared out of thin air in front of them on the doorstep of the Burrow. The Weasleys stood at the door and waved them away.

The first stop of the Knight Bus was Diagon Alley, and Sirius was already waiting for them on the top of the bus.

Evan climbed in. He saw all kinds of mismatched chairs on the bus, grouped haphazardly around windows.