Chapter 517 Anonymous Letter (Revised, Sincere Thanks to the Leader of the Alliance, Young Hero 1 Ear)

"After thorough cleaning, this place will be much more comfortable." Allen stood in front of the stone fireplace burning with magic flames, watching the evening program received on the installed wizard TV, which was playing some replaced videos. Pictures of popular muggle songs.

"Master Allen, the area 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 Mr. and Mrs. Monte, and the bedroom of their only son. And a small study room. And how should we allocate it?" Changyan, who had been scolded before, said with some embarrassment.

"Master Allen will of course live in the master bedroom. Miss Luna can live in the former Vice Principal Monte's son's room, and then our other girls can renovate the study room. Although it is a bit small, it will be enough to make do." Wolf. Mom suggested.

The fat man who was also being scolded was still heartless: "Judging from the relationship between the doctor and the wolf mother, you have to be careful with Siyan. Don't let the doctor try to find the wolf mother in the middle of the night, but end up touching your bed."

Four eyes just stared at the fat man coldly.

The long-eyed man also glared at the fat man, then ignored him and continued: "As for us grown men, we don't need bedrooms. Although the warmth is not as good, it is much better to squeeze in the living room than to sleep in the open air before. We few We have all mastered wilderness survival skills, and it is not difficult to live outdoors for months. You just have to be careful when you want to go to the toilet in the middle of the night."

"Eh? When Principal Karkaroff visited the cellar before, didn't he say that he had prepared an extra room..." The fat man with his legs curled up, arms crossed, and nestled in the chair was kicked hard by Victor. He jumped up from the large, surprisingly expensive-looking lounge chair like a spring, but his fat butt also lifted the chair slightly off the ground, making a clicking sound after landing.

Allen's eyes swept over their faces, and his Legilimency told him that these guys were singing along deliberately to crowd out Luna and achieve the purpose of arranging both Luna and Allen in the master bedroom. In this way, he can please himself and make up for the bad impression caused by the mistakes made by Victor and the others just now. However, obviously they shouldn't be afraid of Fatty's mischief and not tell him in advance... Although Allen is indeed quite satisfied with this arrangement.

The flexible eyes of the wolf mother made her face, which was not outstanding, become vivid and add a bit of beauty. "It's a pity that these stone houses have not cast the invisible telescopic spell. Even our study room can barely accommodate the three girls. There is no way to place more beds. Otherwise, it would be okay to let you guys in. They are all singles anyway." It’s a human bed, isn’t it?”

Then, Allen's eyes couldn't help but stop at Luna, who was minding her own business using the magic spell of clear spring water to water a vase filled with rabbit ears flowers.

"Then it will be fine for Allen and I to live in the master bedroom." Luna put the vase, walked around the table with brisk and swaying steps, turned her back, fell backward, and sank half-paralyzed. On the sofa near Allen, "It's all a single bed anyway, isn't it?"

At Hogwarts, Umbridge was sitting at the staff table and was filled with anxiety. Time passed by little by little, and she couldn't find a starting point to attack Dumbledore. She forked a piece of small potato fiercely, As a result, she used too much force and the potatoes fell apart. She grunted in annoyance and pushed the plate aside. The black velvet bow on her head trembled.

At this time, owls crowded into the auditorium as usual. Umbridge frowned and wanted to get up and leave. 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 a public owl from the Ministry of Magic. Umbridge raised her eyebrows, surprised. The minister never sent her a letter at this time.

The owl dropped a letter into her arms, flapped its wings and flew away.

Umbridge twisted the envelope with two fat fingers with dark blue gemstone rings, but there was no information on it. She turned to the back of the envelope again, and there was still no word. Her eyebrows raised even higher. Some, her eyes became obviously cold, and she thought it was some little wizard's prank.

Umbridge tore open the letter roughly and unfolded the letter. Suddenly, her eyes froze. After quickly scanning the letter, she read it again from top to bottom in disbelief. Umbridge stuffed the letter into the small satchel she carried with her and quickly left the Great Hall happily.

"What happened? Umbridge looks happy. She hasn't looked like a toad in days." Harry forked a piece of bacon and put it in his mouth.

"With Dumbledore here, you don't have to worry about her." Ron hummed a bright tune softly and recommended to Harry in a good mood, "This song is called "YMCA", a popular Muggle song played on the TV station last night. The music is pretty good.”

Hermione next to them was just flipping through her Daily Prophet, pursed her lips when she heard this, and said nothing. Glancing at Harry who was learning the song softly along with Ron, he felt a little pity thinking that when Harry was at his aunt's house, he was usually locked in the attic and disconnected from the Muggle world.

Umbridge couldn't control her expression as she jogged all the way. She was smiling brightly and confidently, although she didn't know who sent her the letter, nor did she know what the letter contained about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts. Whether the information that Professor Lupine is a werewolf is true or false, but after all, there is a clue, right? Even if it is false, Umbridge has to find a way to make it true, not to mention, Umbridge's intuition told her this It's very possible that this is true.

She hurried back to the staff dormitory, grabbed a few handfuls of gold galleons from her suitcase with her stubby fingers, threw them into her purse, put them into a large black handbag, and then turned towards Hogg. Walking outside Wards Castle.

Umbridge's figure appeared in a dirty alley, with black magic shops on both sides. Umbridge walked to the largest store - "Borgin and Burkes" with familiarity.

A few seconds later the bell rang and Umbridge walked into the shop. She bent down and looked carefully at the magic items on the counter, reading the instructions on them carefully.

A hunched man appeared behind the counter, pushing back his glossy hair. UU read www.uukanshu． net

"Miss Umbridge, it's a pleasure to see you again," said Mr. Borkin in the same oily tone as his hair. "It's a pleasure. Welcome. What can I do for you?"

"Get me an invisibility cloak." Umbridge suppressed her excitement and pretended to be calm as she told Mr. Borkin.

Mr. Borgin, who confirmed that Umbridge was indeed here to buy illegal magic items, smiled even more enthusiastically. 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 the invisibility cloak is very rare, and the price is naturally..."

"As time goes by, the invisibility cloak made of invisible beast hair will eventually lose its effect and become opaque. But, the price is easy to negotiate," Umbridge smiled particularly sweetly, "Mr. Borgin, I miss you. You will definitely not reveal my purchase of the invisibility cloak, right?"

"Of course, if a beautiful lady can gain a foothold in this industry, my credibility is guaranteed. Keeping clients confidential is the first rule of my work." Mr. Bojin's flattering tone could not conceal his inner joy. I like this kind of customer who doesn't bargain.

Umbridge only waited for a while before Mr. Borkin handed a black package to Umbridge.

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