Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Sit down, Mr. Potter!” said Professor Umbridge coldly.

Breathing heavily, Harry didn’t listen to her, and looked at Umbridge fiercely.

“Fine; now, let me make a few things quite plain.”

Professor Umbridge stood up and leaned toward them, her stubby-fingered hands splayed on her desk.

“I know what you’re trying to say. You have been told that a certain Dark wizard has returned from the dead…”

“He wasn’t dead,” said Harry angrily, “but yeah, he’s returned!”

“Shut up, Mr. Potter, you have already lost your House ten points, do not make matters worse for yourself,” said Professor Umbridge without looking at Harry, “As I was saying, you have been informed that a certain Dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie.”

“It is NOT a lie!” said Harry. “Evan and I saw him, I fought him!”

“Ten more points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter!” said Professor Umbridge triumphantly. “Mr. Mason has never said such a thing…”

“Go ahead, I don’t care, I just want to tell the truth now!” Harry yelled.

There was a commotion in the classroom, and everyone looked at Harry, wondering what had happened after he and Evan disappeared that day.

Although Dumbledore had told everyone that Voldemort was back, no one wanted to believe it.

But after that, Cedric did not transfer to another school. Some people said that he’d died; some said that he’d turned into a monster, and others saw Dementors and Death Eaters who were thought to have been dead for a long time in the castle. Everyone wanted to figure out the ins and outs of the matter.

“Come on, Harry!” said Hermione, her expression full of worry.

She hoped Harry would stop talking, the occasion was inappropriate, it was just infuriating Umbridge.

“Detention, Mr. Potter!” said Professor Umbridge harshly. “This evening. Five o’clock. My office. I repeat, this is a lie. The Ministry of Magic guarantees that you are not in danger from any Dark wizard. If you are still worried, by all means come and see me outside class hours. If someone is alarming you with fibs about reborn Dark wizards, I would like to hear about it. I am here to help. I am your friend. And now, you will kindly continue your reading. Page five, ‘Basics for Beginners.’ “

Professor Umbridge sat down behind her desk again. Harry, however, was still standing up.

Ron seemed frozen, and Hermione tried to pull him down, but it didn’t work.

Everyone was staring at him, half-scared, half-fascinated.

“Harry, no, please, don’t!” Hermione tugged at his sleeve. But Harry jerked his arm, not wanting her to touch him.

“So, according to you, Cedric Diggory became a vampire of his own, did he? Mr. Barty Crouch also dropped dead of his own? And the game that day, the Death Eater Barty Crouch Jr. …” Harry asked, his voice shaking.

There was a collective intake of breath from the class, for none of them, apart from Ron and Hermione, had ever heard Evan and Harry talk about what had happened on the day that Cedric had disappeared and the truth about his transfer. Had he become a vampire??!

That was big news, whopping news, no less shocking than Voldemort’s resurrection.

Harry shouldn’t have said these things, it just made things worse.

The whole class eagerly looked at him, hoping to get more information.

Professor Umbridge raised her eyes, too; and stared at Harry without a trace of a fake smile on her face.

“What happened to Cedric Diggory was an unfortunate accident,” she said coldly. “Those vampires…”

“They were all following Voldemort’s orders!” interrupted Harry. He could feel himself shaking. “The three of us have been transported there by that Portkey. Voldemort was going to kill him. He used Avada Kedavra on him…”

“Shut up, Mr. Potter, I’m not interested in your fables!” Professor Umbridge’s face was quite blank, looking at Harry, as though to see through him. Then she said, in her softest, most sweetly girlish voice, “Oh, yes. Come here, Mr. Potter, dear!”

Harry kicked his chair aside, strode around Ron and Hermione and up to the teacher’s desk.

He felt so angry he did not care what happened next.

Professor Umbridge pulled a small roll of pink parchment out of her handbag, stretched it out on the desk, dipped her quill into a bottle of ink, and started scribbling, hunched over so that Harry could not see what she was writing.

Nobody spoke. After a minute or so she rolled up the parchment and tapped it with her wand; it sealed itself seamlessly so that Harry could not open it.

“Take this to Professor McGonagall, dear,” said Professor Umbridge, holding out the note to him. “Go now!”

He took it from her without saying a word and left the room, not even looking back at Ron and Hermione, and slamming the classroom door shut behind him, leaving everyone stunned in a solemn atmosphere.

“Fine, now class, keep quiet, and continue reading Page five, ‘Basics for Beginners.’” said Umbridge in a coquettish voice. A satisfied smile appeared on her face again.

There was no need for Evan to have dinner to know what happened in the fifth year’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class from other people, because this scene had been watched by Peeves lying outside the classroom, and he immediately spread it out.

“Cedric became a vampire!”

“Potter himself said that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has returned!”

“Potty Wee Potter faced Professor Umbridge in class, openly defying the Ministry of Magic!”

Peeves even came up with a little song of his own;

“Oh, most think he’s barking, the Potty wee lad,

But some are more kindly and think he’s just sad,

But Peevesy knows better and says that he’s mad.

Oh, the Potty wee lad!”

Peeves suddenly burst into the Charms teacher’s room, Cackling madly, and revealed everything, then he went straight through the wall and left.

He quickly traveled throughout the school, and the incident caused quite a stir.

The atmosphere in the classroom was boiling like hot water. Everyone was not in the mood for class; they were all discussing the matter.

Along with that, Evan once again became the focus of attention.

Because on that day, he was the only one who’d disappeared with Harry and witnessed the entire event…

Evan had a headache. Harry was truly impulsive. He’d clearly told Hermione and Ron, but to no avail.

What troubled him even more was that because of his performance that morning, Harry seemed angry and didn’t intend to speak to him!

When he was having dinner, he saw Evan coming over, angrily took his schoolbag and left directly, leaving the others to look awkwardly at Evan.

Such a situation would have been considered normal if it happened with Ron, but it was the first time with Harry…

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