Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The cool feminine voice rang out again. “Level four, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, incorporating Beast, Being, and Spirit Divisions, Goblin Liaison Office, and Pest Advisory Bureau.”

The doors opened once again, and three of the memos zoomed out.

But several more memos zoomed in, so that the light from the lamp in the ceiling flickered and flashed as they darted around it.

“Goodbye, kid!”

Angus waved to Evan and pointed to the big tin box that kept making a loud noise. “If you’re interested, you can come and see us deal with this guy anytime. We’ll probably dissect it and take down its wings and tail. That will definitely make you want to eat at noon.”

They went out and looked at Sirius’s melancholy look. Mr. Weasley seemed to want to comfort him with a few words, and Evan also wanted to say something about Barty Crouch.

But there were still four wizards in the lift, so they could only restrain themselves.

No one spoke; there was only the lift’s judder.

“Level three, Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, including the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, Obliviate Headquarters, and Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee.”

Everybody left the lift on this floor except Mr. Weasley, Sirius, Evan and a witch who was reading an extremely long piece of parchment that was trailing on the ground. She didn’t even raise her head. She had no energy or time to care about her surroundings.

Evan wondered if she had missed the floor. The lift juddered upward again, and the remaining memos continued to soar around the lamp.

Then the door opened.

The voice announced, “Level two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Headquarters, and Wizengamot Administration Services.”

“This is us!” said Mr. Weasley, and everyone went out.

They stood in an empty corridor lined with doors.

Outside a window there was darkness, a hurricane was blowing and heavy rain was falling.

Evan went to the window and was surprised to see that a wooden house had just been blown by the wind in front of him.

“Those are enchanted windows; Magical Maintenance decide what weather we’re getting every day. They are angling for a pay raise, so this damn hurricane has been blowing for more than a month!” Mr. Weasley explained, “Besides these days, it’s sunny most of the time.”

The magic was so wonderful that Evan felt the slight fluctuation of magic.

If he could know the spell, he might be able to create a small illusion to confuse the enemy, which would be very valuable for real combat.

He considered it for a while, and then suddenly woke up. Now was not the time to study magic, he had to find a way to tell the story of Barty Crouch Jr.

Mr. Weasley seemed to want to talk too. He looked around carefully, confirmed that no one was there, then lowered his voice to Sirius and said, “I need to talk to you. Why are you here today at the Ministry of Magic? And also you asked me to take care of Harry during the summer vacation. What on earth is going on?”

“It’s because I’ve fallen under Voldemort’s curse, Dumbledore and Sirius are going to find ways to break it for me during the coming summer vacation!” Evan explained.

“What?!” Mr. Weasley shouted, and he was really shocked. Then he noticed that his voice was too loud. Fortunately, there was no one else around.

There was the Auror Headquarters nearby, and those Aurors were all sent out at this time.

Evan and Sirius simply said what happened last night, and Mr. Weasley’s face showed an inconceivable look, full of worries.

“The Curse of Voldemort!” He looked at Evan’s blue-black round snake bracelet. “Well… with Dumbledore, there should be no problem.”

There was not much confidence in his voice, and there was little hope that Evan could break the Curse.

Although Dumbledore was powerful, Voldemort’s notoriety and power were too deeply engraved in the hearts of people.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of Harry!” He sighed. “You can settle down to break the curse. At the beginning of the World Cup, if you haven’t come back, I’ll go to his Muggle family and pick him up to my house in person.”

Sirius thanked him. In fact, Harry was the one he couldn’t rest assured of.

He had planned to spend more time with Harry on a trip this summer vacation.

While he was at it, he went to the Dursleys and warned them not to bully Harry, but now it all fell through.

But helping Evan break the curse was obviously more urgent and more important.

“Let’s go in. Don’t stand here foolishly. Evan has to write to his parents.” Sirius said, “Dumbledore may come back at any time.”

“Hold on. We just saw the wizard at the level of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.” Evan said quickly, “I think…”

“You mean Barty Crouch?!” Sirius’s mouth sneered a little, “He certainly won’t take the lift up. He disdains having anything to do with people like me, even if he’s alone in a space. I think I was acquitted and must have had a great influence on him in public opinion. He should hate me to death now.”

“Well, don’t take it to heart, Sirius!” Mr. Weasley patted him on the shoulder. “You know, Barty Senior has always been like this…”

“Of course I know, in a sense, he’s a great wizard.” Sirius said, “Of course, the desire for power is also strong.”

“Yes, I don’t like him very much, I think…” Evan said, not knowing how to tell them what he knew.

“No one will have a crush on this guy, but it is undeniable that he is Voldemort’s most staunch opponent.” Sirius’s face showed a strange look, and his eyes looked at Evan in a complicated way. “Barty Crouch was always outspoken against the Dark Side. But then a lot of people who were against the Dark Side… Well, you wouldn’t understand, there were too many things that happened at that time. You are very smart, but you are still too young…”

“If you mean he convicted you without trial, and he sent his son to Azkaban.” Evan squinted and said, “In fact, I have carefully investigated Mr. Crouch and I probably know more than you think.”

“Evan, you said you were investigating Barty?!” Mr. Weasley looked nervous.

“Nothing can hide from you, I knew that!” Sirius’s thin face flashed a helpless smile. He didn’t seem to be surprised. “He sent me to Azkaban without a public trial. I don’t blame him for that. It was not very pleasant, but I really needed a place to redeem myself. In a sense, he was helping me!”

Sirius described what had happened in a casual voice, with no emotion in his voice, as if it had nothing to do with him.