Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The subsequent Defense Against the Dark Arts class was a complete mess. The house-elves had been doing their best to help Evan tidy up the letters, but there were still many owls rushing into the classroom. They seemed to enter from unexpected places, much like mice.

As long as there was a hole, the owls could squeeze through; they were truly a powerful magical species.

Amidst the students’ amazement and the continuously intruding owls, letters fluttered around the classroom.

These were all letters from readers to Evan. It had just begun, and the impact of the report was still fermenting; more letters were expected to come.

“Evan Mason!” As expected, Umbridge was absolutely furious.

Her face turned dark and she ran angrily from the hall, wanting to ask Evan what was going on, but found that her classroom was also occupied by owls.

Many students gathered around Evan, helping him open the letters and discussing enthusiastically.

“Enough, these damn owls, everywhere again!” screamed Umbridge, waving her wand and casting a red light.

But she hit nothing, and the owls ducked away, staring disapprovingly at Umbridge with their big yellow eyes.

They flapped their wings and flew into the air and began to attack her. The owls that flew in from behind also followed suit, and she was surrounded.

In the dreadful screams, an owl snatched Umbridge’s wand.

Umbridge jumped and hopped in anger, waving her hands, trying to get her wand back, looking like a clown.

Her clothes were disheveled, and there were owls pooping on top of her head…

One, two, three, more and more owls joined in. The scene was terrible, and these owls were very vindictive.

“Enough, Evan Mason, enough; what on earth is going on?!” she shouted hysterically, vigorously wiping her face, with brown and yellow liquid splattering towards the departing owls, angrily punching the air, “Why are there so many owls?”

“Delivering letters to me, Professor,” said Evan.

Watching Umbridge’s appearance, Elaine couldn’t help but burst into laughter, earning herself a hateful gaze from Umbridge.

“Quiet!” she yelled, losing her composure. “I mean, why are so many people writing to you?”

“Is it illegal to receive letters at Hogwarts?” Elaine asked.

“Shut up, I shall have to put you in detention. No matter where you come from, you need to learn some discipline!” said Umbridge.

Although she was talking to Elaine, her bulging toad’s eyes were always watching Evan.

“I think it’s because Harry and I gave an interview, Professor!” Evan pulled Elaine and motioned her not to talk or do stupid things. “That’s why so many readers are writing to me about what happened last year.”

Umbridge opened her ugly mouth. She saw the latest issue of Hogwarts Magic News on her desk. She stared at the striking headlines and photos on the cover for a few seconds. She seemed to want to pounce on him, and her pale, doughy face turned an ugly, patchy violet.

Evan wouldn’t have minded if she did so; then he could have launched a counterattack in self-defense.

“When did you do this?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“The earliest time can be traced back to the summer vacation. Harry and I felt it was necessary to tell the truth,” said Evan. “The last time we went to Hogsmeade, we revised the article to make it more in line with the current situation, informing people about what happened.”

Umbridge gasped for breath, looking up at Evan, incandescent with rage, and her whole body was shaking.

“Detention … Mr. … Mason!” she said word by word. “A hundred points from Gryffindor; and starting from this evening, in my office for a month’s worth of detentions. There will be no more Hogsmeade trips for you. I can’t believe it. How dare you do this? You are spreading rumors and slandering the Ministry of Magic. You…”

She glared at Evan hard, and another batch of owls flew in, interrupting her words.

“That’s enough, damn owls. Now, get out with these damn owls, Mason; get out of my classroom, right now, right now!” She let out another scream of pain, waving her hands to chase away the owls above her head.

“Alright, Professor,” Evan left the classroom; he didn’t want to attend Umbridge’s class anyway.

Behind Evan, Elaine followed, and only the screams of Umbridge could be heard from inside the classroom.

The two walked in the deserted corridor. Evan pulled out his wand and waved it. The owls that had been following them immediately turned around and flew away, leaving no one behind.

“You shouldn’t have stopped me; I can’t stand her, that hateful old witch, that stinking toad,” said Elaine, making a slight sneer, revealing two sharp tiger teeth. Her small hand reached out to Evan, “Give me a bottle of dragon blood!”

Evan handed her a bottle of blood. This girl binged when angry.

He watched as Elaine drank a bottle of Australian protein eye dragon blood in one go, leaving a trace of blood along the corner of her mouth.

She stuck out her tongue and licked it. Although she looked cute, there was something inexplicably weird about the scene.

“You are right, but you can’t attack her in front of so many students,” said Evan, wiping the corners of Elaine’s mouth, “If you do that, she’ll have a reason to punish you, expel you, or even send you to Azkaban.”

“So, do nothing?” said Elaine. “Give me another bottle, I’m really angry!”

“Stop drinking, you overdosed today!” Evan shook his head. “We have better ways to deal with such people.”

“What is it?” Elaine pouted and asked, staring at Evan with blood-like burgundy eyes, moving her eyes from bottom to top to his neck, with a touch of red on her lips, “Don’t tell me to be patient. , and don’t mention that fighting group to me. The members there are really weak, utterly useless. Do you really expect them to stand against the anti-magic forces and terrifying evil gods?”

“I just hope they can defend themselves,” said Evan. “And don’t underestimate D.A. Although they are individually weak, together they form an undeniable force. No one is born strong.”

“I just want to know what you plan to do now,” said Elaine, leaning towards Evan, resting against his chest. “If you say patience again, I’ll climb into your bed at midnight and bite you, umm … or maybe bite Hermione…”

“I didn’t say patience, I just want you to understand that the best way to deal with someone is never through harm or death,” said Evan, pushing Elaine away and tapping her on the head. “And, even without this issue, you’ve climbed into bed with Hermione and me many times! Think about waking up in the morning, seeing a very beautiful girl curled up in your arms like a kitten or hugging you tightly. How would you feel? Wouldn’t you have the urge to do something? Like hitting someone or something…”

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