Chapter 1215

"No one cares what you're doing now, Mundungus!" Said Fanlin, and Mundungus was in the corner.

A quarter of the magic, it doesn't do much, and Harry is still pointing his wand at Mundungus's nose.

"Well What are you doing with me I mean, if you can, you should take your wand away from me a little bit

"You have no choice, Mundungus!" Harry refused, "you'd better be honest. In fact, I don't want to dirty my wand. If you can answer our questions honestly, maybe you still have the hope of leaving here."

"What's the problem?" Asked Mundungus.

"About the house, kretcher said," you've been over here. Of course, it's Sirius, and he belongs to Harry... "

"As I said, Sirius doesn't care about that..." Mundungus took a look at kretcher. "I can't survive. In the magic world..."

"No way to survive? It's like a joke, Mundungus, don't play tricks Harry said angrily.

"So where are those things? You know, that shouldn't belong to you! " As a matter of fact, he didn't care about it, and the valuable Sirius was transferred very early.

"Sold, on the black market..."

"What do you say?" Harry felt a little angry. Inadvertently, the wand was sent forward. Suddenly, the magic sparks burst out and burned Mundungus's face.

"Hey, stop, Harry! Water is like a spring

Hermione quickly eliminated the accident.

"Good. I think you've done a good job. Maybe Sirius and Harry would like to talk to you." Said Fanling, gently tapping the shoulder of Mundungus.

"Oh, no, wait..." Looking at leaving van Lin, Mundungus was a little flustered, "we can talk about it!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I can I can pay more for it... "

"You don't have money, Mundungus, or you wouldn't have signed a contract with me for some of the kinkarons." Van Lin shook his head and said, "besides, you have lost the identity of the order of the Phoenix."

"Aren't you afraid that I will reveal your information?" Mundungus had a ferocious face.

"This..." Hermione gives a little pause and grabs Mundungus here

"And thank you for reminding me." Vernin said, turning around, "so I'm afraid it's hard for you to get out of here as Mundungus."

"Are you going to kill me?"

"Maybe it's a good choice, but I don't want to do it. It will violate my consistent principle. After all, you have helped the order of the Phoenix. However, perhaps St. Mungo hospital will like a patient who is obedient."

"What are you going to do?"

"Like this..." Van Linden fixed his eyes on Mundungus.

"What?" Mundungus was a little confused, and suddenly, just in his chest, a heat stream came up, "what did you do?"

Cried montangus. He scratched his hands around his chest, but it didn't help. The heat ran up all the way to his throat. He felt like he was going to burst out fire.

"No Stop, you can't do this to me... " Mundungus said, hard to hold his throat, soon, the heat flow let his face become incomparable Ruddy?

It feels like a steamed crab.

"Stop, stop, I I can give you To bring you news from the Ministry of magic... "

"It's fun!" Fanlin voice just fell, that burning feeling suddenly subsided a lot.

Mundungus was like a drowning man, gasping for breath.

"What did you do?"

"No, no, no, I'm just exercising my rights. You don't think that you can kill Moody's by wiping out three-quarters of your magic." Van Lin said coldly, "it's your own work, isn't it? So now, tell me, what value do you have?"

"I I said I can help you with the Ministry of magic. I have a lot of friends. On the black market . the black wizards, they've taken over the ministry now! "

"I know that, but I doubt if you can bring some useful information." Fanlin said, "of course, I don't want to embarrass you. We can sign a new agreement. What do you think?"

"I..."

"I think you can't refuse, it's OK, it's just a little magic..."

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As August drew to a close, the sprawling lawn in the center of grimmer square withered in the scorching sun until it became dark and dry.

People in the surrounding houses have never seen the resident of No. 12, nor the house of No. 12. Muggles living in grimmer square have long accepted this interesting error of numbering, which is directly next to number 13. However, the square now attracts some people who are very interested in this anomaly.Almost every day, one or two people come to grimmer square with a purpose, or as it seems, just leaning against the railing to face numbers 11 and 13, looking at the junction between the two houses.

In the past two days, people have never been the same, although they do not seem to like the normal dress. Most Londoners who pass by are used to their odd clothes and don't pay much attention to them, although occasionally one of them may glance over and wonder why anyone wears such a long cloak in such high temperatures. The watchers' close observation did not make them much fun. Once in a while, one of them starts to come forward excitedly, as if they have finally seen something interesting, and finally comes back disappointed.

September's "obviously, Death Eaters!" "Tavern, you should know, and that Trevor, he's the representative of the vampire, Voldemort has mastered the power of the vampire."

"It's going to be worse." Harry said bitterly, pulling back his chair and sitting down. "I don't think other teachers have any choice but to stay. If the Ministry of magic and Voldemort are behind Snape, for them, either stay to teach or spend "happy" years in Azkaban - if they are lucky. I think they will stay and try to protect the students. "

Kretcher hopped to the table with a large steamer, scooped the soup into an old bowl and whistled with two rows of teeth.

"Thank you, kretcher," said Harry, turning the newspaper over so he didn't have to look at Snape's face.

"Well, at least we know exactly where Snape is now." He began to scoop out a spoonful of soup and put it in his mouth.

Their food has improved significantly since kretcher came out to take over the kitchen. Today's French onion is the best Harry has ever eaten.

"There are still a lot of Death Eaters watching the house," Harry told them as he ate, "more than usual. It's like they want us to take our luggage and make a big stride to the Hogwarts Express. "

Ron glanced at his watch.

"Hey, you know, I've been thinking about this all day. It left six hours ago. It's strange that we're not on it, are we? "

From his heart, Harry seemed to see that time when he and Ron were flying in the air following the bright red steaming train it had seen, shimmering in the fields and hills like a wriggling red caterpillar. He was quite sure that Ginny, Neville and Luna must be sitting together at this time, perhaps wondering where he was, Ron, van Lin and Hermione, or debating how best to undermine Snape's system.

"They almost saw me come in just now," said Harry. "I landed badly on the top flight and my cloak slipped."

"Every time I do this..." Said Ron, scooping a big spoon of soup.

"I think we need to pay more attention, but the good news is that maybe I can go out with you next time, Harry."

"Have you recovered?" Harry was surprised.

"Seventy eight percent, but there's nothing wrong with cleaning up some small troubles. By the way, you went to see Mundungus today. How was the result?"

"He needs gold coins. In fact, he is buying news, and I can't go to gringott." Harry frowned and said, "today I went to Diagon Alley. It's so cold. The witches in the diagonal Lane have moved their things out. I see some familiar faces. The Death Eaters come in and out."

"It's normal. After all, the Ministry of magic is in the hands of Death Eaters." Said Fanlin, shaking his head.

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