Evan then told Ron and Hermione about his discussion with Sirius, the treasure key left by Gryffindor preserved in the Centaurs' colony, his speculations about the Centaurs and the item, and the plans for the night of the following day.
After he finished speaking, the two of them reacted like Harry. They were very surprised.
Ron seemed to have been struck by lightning, and Hermione covered her mouth with both hands.
“I can’t believe it. We are actually going to find the magical item left by Gryffindor in the Centaurs' colony.” After a few seconds, she dropped her hands and said, “You just said that the Centaurs would ask us to do something. What do we need to do?”
“I don’t know!” Evan shook his head. “Nobody knows what the Centaurs will ask for, but I think it is necessary to know more about astrology."
"I have a whole semester constellation observations, and I remember in the library…” Hermione was trying to sort out the information at hand when hearing that knowledge in astrology was needed.
“The magic item preserved in the Centaurs' colony is the secret treasure key left by Gryffindor himself?” Ron asked uncertainly.
He didn’t fully believe in Evan like Hermione, although Evan had repeated it many times before.
But until then, Ron had been skeptical about the Four Founders of the school leaving their treasures.
He thought it was Evan's fabrication to divert their attention.
Ron was fixated on the thought that Evan was studying the Dark Arts, and the more he looked at Evan, the more suspicious he became. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't calm down.
“I think so. That item was indeed handed down by Gryffindor himself, and it is exactly in line with the tips on the wall of the Chamber of Secrets about the Treasure Keys.” Evan said cautiously, “But this is just speculation. There's no guarantee that anything will happen until you see it with your own eyes.”
“That magic item…” Ron said suspiciously. “Professor Lupin said before that it had great power. Can it help a wizard improve his magic?”
“It should. It's a legendary magic item.”
“When you get it, will you become very powerful?” Ron murmured.
He didn’t talk any more. He looked down and didn’t know what to think.
On the stands, Evan and Hermione went on to talk about constellations, planetary trajectories, etc. They also speculated on the requirements that the Centaurs might ask.
Time flew as Evan and Hermione talked, and by the time Harry finished training, night had fallen.
Madam Hooch urged everyone to hurry back to the castle. Ron didn't ride the Firebolt. He followed Harry gloomily, listening to him, Evan and Hermione talking about the Centaurs and the Secret Treasure Key left by Gryffindor….
When he reached the castle gate, he seemed determined.
He took a deep breath and gave Evan a complicated gaze. He quickly moved his eyes before others noticed him.
By the time he walked into the Great Hall, he had completely recovered.
In fact, like Ron, it took Harry and Hermione a long time to fully digest the news and gradually calm down.
Harry, in particular, was thrilled to think of his adventure in the depths of the Forbidden Forest the following night, and it was even more interesting to him than the upcoming Quidditch match.
Just as he entered the Great Hall, Evan saw Hagrid sitting at the table.
He was talking to Sirius and seemed to be more excited than everyone else.
He beckoned to them and came up with a tearful look, wiping his tears with a handkerchief as big as a tablecloth, and smiling at the four of them.
“You all know, we won the lawsuit!” Hagrid said happily. “Buckbeak was acquitted. They thought it was an accident. Lucius Malfoy’s claim was withdrawn.”
“Great, Hagrid!” Hermione stepped forward and hugged him.
“Thanks to your help, this verdict is there.” Hagrid, in turn, embracing them, wiping his tears, said cheerfully, “Evan, Hermione, especially the two of you, if it hadn’t been for your help, I couldn’t imagine what the consequences would have been. You saved Buckbeak, and I don’t know how to repay you…”
“Nothing needs to be done. Buckbeak was originally wronged. We just said the truth.”
Hearing Evan's words, Hagrid gulped heavily. He was too excited, and he hugged Evan so hard that he could hardly breathe.
The evening atmosphere was undoubtedly pleasant, and everyone except the gloomy Malfoy felt happy about what happened for Hagrid.
After dinner, Evan and Sirius talked for a while, and then went to the library to look up a lot of information about centaurs and astrology.
It was not until eleven o’clock that everyone went back to sleep.
The next morning, when Evan and Colin went downstairs to have breakfast, almost all the young wizards in the school were whispering excitedly.
They were looking at the Gryffindor table and staring at Harry’s Firebolt.
It was Harry’s first game since he got the Firebolt, and they looked forwards to the Firebolt's effect, with a hint of anticipation and enthusiasm in their eyes.
The Slytherins, on the other hand, seemed to be thunderstruck, because Wood asked Harry to keep it secret, they just got the news.
“Look at Malfoy’s face!” Colin said happily, and pulled Evan's sleeve motioning him to look back at the shocked Malfoy.
All Gryffindor House students were proud, as if they had already won the game, and even Wood was basking in the reflected glory of the Firebolt.
“Put it here, Harry,” he said, laying the broom in the middle of the table and carefully turning it so its name faced upward.
People from the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables were soon coming over to look. Cedric Diggory came over to congratulate Harry on having acquired such a superb replacement for his Nimbus, and Percy's Ravenclaw girlfriend, Penelope Clearwater, asked if she could actually hold the Firebolt.
“Now, now, Penny, no sabotage!” Percy said heartily as she examined the Firebolt closely.
Hearing his words, Penelope put the Firebolt down again, thanked Harry and went back to her table.
"Penelope and I have a bet on.” When Penelope was not paying attention, Percy whispered to Evan and Harry. “Ten Galleons on the outcome of the match! Make sure to win, Harry, I haven't got ten Galleons…”