Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Chapter 925: Internal Conflict

“Head Boy Evan, is this the Gryffindor Tower?” Euan Abercrombie asked, looking around curiously.

Along the way, he felt like he didn’t have enough eyes. Hogwarts Castle was really big, and there were all kinds of weird things and magic in it, which were all new to him, as well as to the other first-years.

They gathered around Evan, and kept asking this and that, without stopping for a moment.

Ron was already impatient, and the noisy little kids gave him a headache.

The prefect not only had the right to punish others, but also a responsibility. He was not ready to take on this responsibility and needed to be honed.

Hermione did her best to answer, speaking very comprehensively, almost repeating the original words of the books.

However, she might have spoken too professionally; there were many things the first-years didn’t quite understand, and they felt lost.

Only Evan’s explanations were easy to understand. They were not deep or shallow, just right.

In fact, one could only understand the problems of depth if he had experienced them; otherwise they would be too ambiguous.

What Evan said was very simple, popularizing some basic common sense, but these were enough for new students.

They had a preconceived idea that Evan was very powerful, and they thought that these things he was talking about were also really great.

Besides, the first-years were so happy to get in touch with Evan.

What surprised Euan most was that Evan’s temper was so good, he’d answered almost all the questions, and he was kind and friendly.

It was true that he’d been hearing bad things about Evan before he came and he had a very bad impression of him.

On the train, someone had shown him the previous edition of the Daily Prophet. It was full of articles about Evan and Harry, telling that he must be careful of Gryffindor, Evan and Harry, not to contact them, and try to stay away from them as far as possible.

They’d actually rumored that Voldemort had returned, trying to create chaos.

In Euan’s mind, Evan had become a stupid, lying, and ignorant wizard studying Dark magic. He took pleasure in bullying others. But when he saw it with his own eyes, he found that this was not the case at all. It was completely the opposite.

Evan’s attitude had said everything, and the short contact made everyone have a good impression of him.

Especially his powerful strength was even more admirable. Not to mention the magic he’d used in the Great Hall that they didn’t understand, they’d met Peeves bullying other students on the fourth floor. They all knew that he was a difficult ghost that took pleasure in bullying the students with pranks, and was not afraid of anything.

But after seeing Evan, Peeves turned around and fled.

“Yeah, this is the Gryffindor Tower. This is the Fat Lady. She is the manager of the entrance of the Gryffindor common room. She has always done her duty and is very serious. You can only enter the common room by saying the correct password,” said Evan cheerfully to the first-years around him, turned around and looked at the portrait of the Fat Lady, “Good evening, Fat Lady, these are the new first-years!”

“Hello, Evan, I heard them say they chose you as the Head Boy, congratulations!” said the Fat Lady cheerfully; smoothing the folds on her pink satin dress, as though talking to Evan was a very honorable thing.

It might be that Evan’s dutiful words made her look particularly kind.

“Thank you, this is the headmaster’s trust in me. By the way, the password is Mimbulus mimbletonia!” Evan continued.

“Correct,” said the Fat Lady, and her portrait swung open toward them like a door, revealing a circular hole in the wall behind.

“You have to remember the password. If it’s changed, the prefects will inform you as soon as possible.” Hermione said.

“If you forget it, you can only spend the night in the corridor!” Evan took the lead in climbing the hole.

The Gryffindor common room looked as welcoming as ever, a cozy circular tower room full of dilapidated squashy armchairs and rickety old tables. A fire was crackling merrily in the grate.

Evan had thought that with his performance in the Great Hall, the energy of the whole Gryffindor would have soared. Fred and George would certainly not miss this opportunity to organize a school opening party; and he was just leading the first-years back to join them and get to know one another more.

But no, the atmosphere in the common room was particularly cold.

In this cold and cheerless atmosphere, with a hint of tension and uneasiness, Harry, Fred, George, Colin and Neville were standing on one side near the stairs to the boys’ dormitories, while others stood on the other side, facing each other.

“What’s going on?” Evan was startled for a moment. “What are you doing standing here?”

He looked around, and few people dared to look him in the eyes.

Evan’s past experience, as well as the powerful magic that he’d just used in the Great Hall, were still fresh in everyone’s memory.

“Nothing, Harry and Seamus had a little conflict,” Fred said. “We persuaded them!”

“Not a big deal,” George followed, waving his hand. “It’s all over now.”

“It’s no small matter,” Dean Thomas said immediately. “Seamus’s Mum almost prevented him from returning to Hogwarts.”

At his words, the atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.

“But … why?” said Hermione, surprised, and walked to Evan’s side.

“The Daily Prophet, his mother believes all the nonsense it writes,” said Harry angrily.

Dean and Seamus were both his roommates. He didn’t want to make a scene with them in front of so many people, being laughed at and pointed at by others. Before tonight, he thought his relationship with them was pretty good. Even if it was not as good as that with Evan and Ron, they were still relatively close friends … at least he thought they were.

But what happened just now overturned Harry’s understanding.

They asked him aggressively about what happened that night half a year ago. Although Harry had told them the truth more than once, no one believed it. They just wanted to know what they wanted to happen.

Hermione once said that time would make them slowly accept the return of Voldemort, but it didn’t.

Everyone had doubts about Voldemort’s return. Although they had digested it for a long time last term, they still couldn’t believe it. When they returned home during the summer vacation, they were influenced by their parents, people around them, and media such as the Daily Prophet, and they all felt that Evan and Harry were lying, and Voldemort could not be resurrected at all.

Distrust was brewing, and finally broke out in silence.

They didn’t dare to ask Evan. They could only use Harry as a breakthrough….

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