Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Like what?” said Ginny, who was choosing a baked potato, and she scanned Evan from time to time.

“Like the ability to behave myself,” said Tonks, and Ginny laughed.

Hermione looked as though she did not know whether to smile or not and compromised by taking an extra large gulp of butterbeer and choking on it.

Evan quickly thumped her on the back to help her smooth her breath.

Across the table, Harry and Ron were also staring at Evan’s Head Boy badge.

It was expected that Evan could become the Head Boy. His strength and performance had been recognized by everyone, but everyone thought it would be when Evan was in the seventh year four years later, not now.

For boys in years above Evan’s, this was really unfortunate news.

This meant that they did not have the opportunity to become Head Boys before Evan graduated, even if they were prefects.

Fred and George didn’t care about being Head Boys at all. They had even bewitched Percy’s Head Boy badge to read “Bighead Boy.”

But this time, they would not mock Evan and laugh at him…

As the dinner progressed, the topic at the table gradually shifted to other aspects.

Ginny and Tonks were talking about school and girls, occasionally erupting into silvery laughter.

Lupin told Harry about his father’s history at Hogwarts. James had also been Head Boy, but he’d not been prefect. Lupin was the prefect of their group. Dumbledore might have hoped that he would be able to exercise some control over his best friends.

As a result, he failed dismally and spent a lot of time in detention with James and Sirius.

After knowing that his father had not been a prefect, Harry’s mood lifted somewhat.

Hermione began to discuss her views of elf rights with Mr. Weasley and Moody. After visiting the Ministry of Magic, she came up with many new ideas, and firmly believed that all this was due to the terrible prejudice of wizards.

Believing to be superior to other creatures was exactly the same as the discrimination that pure-blood wizards had against other wizards.

Judging from Hermione’s appearance, she seemed to be planning to take action to stop this long-standing racial and lineage discrimination in the wizarding world.

Mrs. Weasley and Bill were having their usual argument: Bill’s hair.

Fred and George took Evan out and came to a dark corner of the stairwell. After a while, Mundungus also sneaked up, and they were conducting an illegal transaction.

Inspired by Evan who’d asked Mundungus to purchase broom materials, they also asked him for dangerous materials.

“Did you get it for us?” George asked eagerly.

“It took me a lot of effort to get this!” Mundungus said, taking out a bag from his pocket.

He opened it to them, and it was full of what looked like shriveled black pods. A faint rattling noise was coming from them, even though they were completely stationary.

“Venomous Tentacula seeds!” Evan raised his eyebrows. Mundungus could get anything.

“Yeah, we need them for the Skiving Snackboxes!” Fred explained, grabbing a handful of seeds in his hand and checking it carefully, “but they’re a Class C Non-Tradeable Substance so we’ve been having a bit of trouble getting hold of them.”

“Ten Galleons the lot, then, Dung?” said George.

“No, lads,” said Mundungus hurriedly, shaking his head vigorously and his saggy, bloodshot eyes stretched even wider. “With all the trouble I went through to get them, I’m not taking a Knut under twenty.”

“Dung likes his little joke,” Fred said to Evan.

“Yeah, his best one so far has been six Sickles for a bag of knarl quills,” said George.

“We’d better be careful, trading here is not safe!” said Evan, warning them three.

“What’s the matter, Head Boy?” said Fred jokingly. “Don’t worry, Mum’s busy cooing over Prefect Ron, we’re okay.”

“But Moody could have his eye on us,” said Evan, curling his lips.

Hearing what he said, Mundungus turned his head and looked nervously.

“Good point, that,” he grunted. “All right, lads, ten it is, if you’ll take them quick.”

“Cheers, Evan!” said Fred delightedly, getting the leather bag from Mundungus.

“Well, I also need something here. In addition to the materials for making the broom, there are also some potions and alchemy materials. If you can find them, there’ll be no problem with the price.” Evan also took out a list and handed it to Mundungus.

“No problem, I’ll definitely get them for you,” said Mundungus respectfully.

Evan was now his biggest customer, and he naturally dared not neglect him.

Fred and George went upstairs to hide the Venomous Tentacula seeds. Evan and Mundungus returned to the kitchen and saw Ron talking to Mr. Weasley, and Mrs. Weasley was not there. Ginny and Tonks were still whispering. Harry and Hermione were gathered around Moody, looking at a small photograph in his hand.

He leaned over and saw a small crowd of people, some of them waving, others lifting their glasses.

“There’s me,” said Moody unnecessarily, pointing at himself. The Moody in the picture was unmistakable, though his hair was slightly less gray and his nose was intact.

“And there’s Dumbledore beside me, Dedalus Diggle on the other side … That’s Marlene McKinnon, she was killed two weeks after this was taken, they got her whole family. That’s Frank and Alice Longbottom…”

“Neville’s parents?” Hermione asked in a low voice.

“Yeah … poor devils, better dead than what happened to them,” growled Moody, “and that’s Emmeline Vance, you’ve met her, and that there’s Lupin, obviously … Benjy Fenwick … yeah, a very nice little guy. He copped it too, we only ever found bits of him … shift aside there,” he added, poking the picture, and the little photographic people edged sideways, so that those who were partially obscured could move to the front.

“Oh, that’s Dumbledore’s brother, Aberforth, only time I ever met him, strange bloke.”

Evan looked at the guy in the photo who looked like Dumbledore. He didn’t wave his hand and quickly hid behind the others.

“That’s Dorcas Meadowes, a very talented witch. Voldemort killed her personally…” said Moody simply. “That’s Sirius when he still had short hair … and Gideon and Fabian Prewett, Molly’s brothers.”

“I’ve never seen them…” said Ginny sadly.

“You weren’t born yet. The death of the two of them was a great loss for us, and…” said Moody, sliding his finger, “Yeah, Harry … there you go, I thought that would interest you!”

Harry’s heart turned over. His mother and father were beaming up at him, sitting on either side of a small, watery-eyed man Harry recognized at once as Wormtail.

He was the one who had betrayed their whereabouts to Voldemort and so helped bring about their deaths.

This was a group photo of the original members of the Order of the Phoenix. There were many wizards on it, but they were all gone now!

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