Chapter 517 Anonymous Letter
"After the thorough cleaning, it's much more comfortable here." Allen stood in front of the stone fireplace burning with magical flames, watching the evening program received on the installed wizard TV, and some replaced videos were playing on it Screenshot of Muggle pop songs.
"Master Allen, the size of this house is not very large, and the living room takes up most of the space. Apart from the kitchen, dining room, and bathroom, there are only three rooms—the bedroom of the Monte couple, and the bedroom of their only son." And a small study room. And how should we allocate it?" Changyan, who had been reprimanded before, said with some embarrassment.
"Master Allen will naturally live in the master bedroom. Miss Luna can live in the former vice principal's son's room, and then the rest of us girls can renovate the study room. Although it is a bit small, it is enough." Wolf Mom suggested.
The fat man who was also trained was still heartless: "From the perspective of the relationship between the doctor and the wolf mother, you have to be careful with your four eyes. Don't ask the doctor to look for the wolf mother in the middle of the night, but end up touching your bed."
The four eyes just stared at the fat man coldly.
Changyan also glared at the fat man, then ignored him and continued: "As for us big men, we don't need a bedroom. Although the warmth is not good, it is much better to squeeze in the living room than before. The few of us They have already mastered the survival skills in the wild, and it is not difficult to live outdoors for a month. It is just that you have to be careful when you want to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night."
"Eh? Didn't Principal Karkaroff say when he visited the cellar that he had prepared an extra room..." The fat man curled up in the chair with his legs crossed and folded his arms, and Victor was heavy on him just after he said half a sentence. With a kick from the ground, he jumped up from the big, surprisingly expensive recliner like a spring, but his fat butt also lifted the chair slightly off the ground, and it landed with a clicking sound.
Allen's eyes swept across their faces, and his Legilimency told him that these guys deliberately sang together in order to deliberately squeeze Luna and achieve the purpose of arranging both Luna and Allen in the master bedroom. This is to win their own favor and make up for the bad impression that Victor and the others made in their hearts just now - but obviously they shouldn't be afraid of Fatty's bad things and not tell him in advance... I am really satisfied with this arrangement.
The wolf mother's flexible eyes made her unremarkable face come alive, adding a bit of beauty. "It's a pity that these stone houses didn't cast the traceless stretching spell. Even our study room is a little bit reluctant to accommodate the three of us girls. There is no way to put more beds. Otherwise, it's okay to let you gentlemen come in. Anyway, they are all alone. Isn't it a human bed?"
Afterwards, Alan's eyes couldn't help but stop on Luna, who was pouring water into a vase full of rabbit ear flowers with a clear spring like water spell.
"Then it's good that Alan and I live in the master bedroom." Luna put the vase, walked around the table with brisk steps, turned her back, fell backwards, and fell into the bed half paralyzed. On the sofa next to Allen, "It's a single bed anyway."
But at this moment in Hogwarts, Umbridge, who was sitting at the staff table, was full of anxiety. As time passed, she couldn't find a starting point to attack Dumbledore. Little Potatoes, which fell apart from the force, she grumbled annoyedly and pushed the plate aside, the black velvet bow on her head quivering.
At this time, owls flocked into the auditorium as usual, Umbridge frowned, and wanted to get up and leave, but unexpectedly an owl circled down, landed right in front of her, and pushed the plate she had just pushed aside hit the floor. This is the public owl from the Ministry of Magic. Umbridge raised an eyebrow, surprised that the Minister would never send her a letter at this hour.
The owl threw a letter into her arms, flapped its wings and flew away.
Umbridge twisted the envelope between two fat fingers ringed with dark blue gemstones,
But there was no information on it, she turned to the back of the envelope again, there was still no words, her eyebrows raised a little higher, her gaze became obviously colder, she thought it was a prank by some little wizard.
Umbridge tore open the letter roughly, and unfolded the letter. Suddenly, her eyes froze, and after a quick glance at the letter, she read it again from top to bottom in disbelief. Umbridge stuffed the letter into the small satchel she was carrying, and left the auditorium quickly, beaming.
"What's going on? Umbridge looks happy, she hasn't made that toad-like expression for days." Harry forked a piece of bacon into his mouth.
"With Dumbledore here, don't worry about her." Ron hummed a quick-tempo ditty softly, and recommended to Harry in a good mood, "This song is called "YMCA". The song is pretty good."
Hermione next to them just flipped through her "Daily Prophet", pursed her lips and said nothing. Glancing at Harry, who was learning the song softly with Ron, he thought with pity that when Harry was at his aunt's house, he was usually locked in the attic, derailed from the Muggle world.
Umbridge, who was trotting all the way, couldn't control her expression. She was smiling and full of ambition, although she didn't know who sent her the letter, and she didn't know that the letter was about Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The information that Professor Lupine is a werewolf is true or not, but after all, there are clues, right? Even if it is false, Umbridge has to find a way to make it true, not to mention, he is very sensitive to political struggles Intuitively, Umbridge thinks there's a good chance this is true—Dumbledore's presence isn't just hindering Fudge.
She hurried back to the staff dormitory, grabbed a few handfuls of Galleons from her suitcase with her stubby fingers, threw them into the purse, put them in a large black handbag, and turned to Hogg Walk outside Woz Castle.
Umbridge's figure appeared in a dirty alley lined with black magic shops. Umbridge walked to the largest of them - "Borgin-Bock" with familiarity.
A few seconds later, the bell rang and Umbridge entered the shop. She bent down to look carefully at the magic items on the counter, carefully reading the instructions on them.
A hunched man appeared behind the counter, brushing back his greasy hair.
"Miss Umbridge, it's a pleasure to see you again," said Mr. Borgin in the same oily tone as his hair. "It's a great honor. Welcome. What can I do for you?"
"Get me an invisibility cloak." Umbridge suppressed his excitement, pretending to be calm and explained to Mr. Borgin.
After confirming that Umbridge was indeed here to buy illegal magic items, Mr. Bojin smiled even more enthusiastically, and he nodded happily: "It's just that this kind of invisibility cloak made of the fur of invisible beasts living in the Far East is extremely precious, you Knowing that invisible beasts have the ability to predict the future, it is very difficult to capture them, so invisibility cloaks are very rare, and the price is naturally..."
"With the passage of time, the invisibility cloak woven from the hair of invisible beasts will eventually lose its effect and become opaque. But, the price is easy to say," Umbridge smiled very sweetly, "Mr. Borgin, I miss you You must not disclose the fact that I bought the invisibility cloak, right?"
"Of course, beautiful lady, if I can gain a foothold in this industry, my reputation is guaranteed. Keeping confidentiality for clients is the first rule of my work." Mr. Bojin's flattering tone could not conceal his inner joy at all. I like this kind of guests who don't bargain.
Umbridge just waited for a while, and Mr. Bogin handed Umbridge a black package.