Chapter 542: Conversation Between Two Girls, Mundungus's Business (1/2)

Chapter 542 The conversation between two girls, the sale of Mundungus

Stan Sampac, a well-known Knight Bus conductor in the wizarding world, was arrested on suspicion of Death Eater activity.

Mr Sampac, 21, was arrested last night after police raided his home in Clapham...

Aaron put down the "Daily Prophet" in his hand and curled his lips in disdain, "Stan Sampac was actually arrested and sent to prison. It's really funny, it's the most ridiculous thing in the world.

If he were a Death Eater, Harry Potter would be the Dark Lord. "

"He likes to talk nonsense when he is drunk, and people from the Ministry of Magic just believe it." Klea said, "A lot of scary things have happened in the past two months, and even many students' parents are hesitant to Let your children leave Hogwarts.

The Ministry of Magic is eager to make some achievements, and Stan Sampac is in the crosshairs of the gun. This jail sentence is inevitable. "

"The previous minister liked to cover the lid, but this minister seems to like to squeeze the soft persimmon."

"Screengeour is already very competent. At least he won't underestimate Voldemort and the Death Eaters. He is an upright politician." Clea put down the newspaper. "I'm going to the Quidditch pitch. Are you coming? Come?"

"Where are you going?" Aaron asked puzzledly, "I remember Quidditch training wasn't today!"

"I made a date with Hermione for the Gryffindor Quidditch tryouts."

"Not going."

"I knew it." Clea smiled and turned to leave the Slytherin common room.

When she arrived, Hermione was waiting for her in the audience.

Inside the stadium were dozens of Gryffindors, ranging from first to seventh grade. They were holding different types of broomsticks and were particularly active.

"When did Quidditch become so popular?" Clea asked in surprise.

"There wouldn't be so many people in the past, not even half of them, but this year is different." Hermione explained, "Many classmates who idolized Harry actively signed up after knowing that he was the captain of the Gryffindor team. ”

"Celebrity effect? ​​But that's right. After Voldemort was resurrected, he became the savior of the wizarding world.

And the experience of escaping from his hands several times in a row also confirmed this rumor. "

Hermione's face flashed with embarrassment. She knew better than others how much water there was in the rumor.

The selection lasted for more than two hours. Dozens of students were divided into several groups to take turns to take the test, so that Harry could barely fill the chasers and beaters.

The goalkeeper test was the last one, and it happened that Ron Weasley and Cormac McLaggen both participated in the registration.

The players took turns to play and guard the goal.

The official players selected before launched the attack, and whoever saved the most balls would be the goalkeeper.

"Is there anything you asked me out for?" Hermione asked a little stiffly while paying attention to the court.

"Well... there is something I want to confirm with you." Claire asked with interest, "I asked Dumbledore about what happened in the Department of Mysteries that night. You were teleported away by Aaron with a portkey. Do you know where you were teleported to?"

"I don't know. "Hermione shook her head gently, "I opened my eyes and saw Hagrid's hut, but I'm sure it's not there, and he wouldn't tell me."

"Is that so?" Claire thought of the floor in Aaron's dormitory that was covered by illusion, "I think I know where that is."

"You know?"

"Some guesses, but it will take some time to confirm. I hope you can help me."

Hearing this, Hermione hesitated and shook her lips, "Isn't this inappropriate? Although I also want to know, it is his secret after all."

"Very appropriate, Hermione." Claire looked at her righteously, "It's okay for him to hide it from others, but we two shouldn't be outsiders!"

Hermione's cheeks flushed, "You're right, how can I help you?"

"I'll let you know when the time comes." Claire said, and then took out a small light golden bottle from her pocket, "This is for you."

"Felixir?" Hermione said in surprise, "For me?"

"Of course it's for you. "Keliya directly put the small bottle into Hermione's hand,"You need it more than I do. You decide when to use it."

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then accepted it with embarrassment, "Logically, our relationship shouldn't be like this now, why do you..."

"Why am I so nice to you, and I don't even feel annoyed at all?" Claire interrupted teasingly, then pointed to her eyes, "My eyes are very special, I can see some fragments of the future.

But it's hard to see now, his progress is much greater than I thought."

Gulp!

Hermione swallowed, "Are you kidding?"

"You can also think of me as a fortune teller."

"It seems you are not kidding, what did you see?"

"It's not appropriate to tell you now." Claire smiled, "Even the future can be changed if I am not satisfied, but obviously you didn't disappoint me."

Hermione wanted to ask again, but heard a shout from the audience.

Cormac guarded the goal and easily blocked four quaffles with his size.

"Quickly confuse." Hermione hurriedly said.

Cormac was stunned for a moment, and flew in the opposite direction by some unknown reason, passing by the fifth ball.

"Cheating is not good!

But I don't like him either. Every time he looks at me, I feel confused."

Hermione smiled awkwardly and looked at the court with a guilty conscience.

Ron was the last one to play. Most of the Gryffindors in the audience cheered for him, and Lavender Brown cheered even harder.

His sister Ginny Weasley was in charge of serving. Although Ron was nervous, he performed exceptionally well. He saved five balls in a row and successfully got the goalkeeper position.

......

Time flies to mid-October, and a heavy snow covers Hogwarts.

Although the school's defense measures are getting tighter and tighter, Dumbledore has not cancelled the students' right to go to Hogsmeade.

Filch stood at the oak door as usual. He carefully checked the names of every student who was going to Hogsmeade, and checked with a detector to confirm that there were no prohibited items before letting them go.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to Hogsmeade?" Aaron looked at Clea and asked, "Don't you feel bored after staying in school for more than a month?"

"Let's talk about it next time. I have more important things to do." Clea said with interest, and then pointed at Abe, "But you have to lend it to me."

"Okay!" Aaron put Abe on the ground, and it automatically walked to Clea's side.

At this time, Harry and the other two also came to the gate and diverted their attention.

"Hermione, you came at the right time. I have something private to talk to you about." Clea winked at her, and the two walked to the corner tacitly.

"What's the matter?"

"I need you to help me delay him as long as possible, and come back as late as possible."

"Today?" Hermione asked nervously.

"When he is not in school, the defense of that place must be the most lax." Claire said seriously, "Nowadays, there are Death Eaters causing trouble in the wizarding world every day. Who knows if we can go to Hogsmeade next week.

Hermione, you have to understand that opportunities are rare and time will not come again."

"Okay, I know what to do."

Abe on the side was confused. He didn't understand what the two future mistresses were talking about, but he was sure to do something while the master was away.

But before he figured out whether to tell the master, he was picked up by Claire, and all his thoughts were extinguished.

Hermione hurried back to the gate. Filch had just checked Harry, Ron and Aaron, so he didn't let them wait any longer.

Like Diagon Alley, business in Hogsmeade Village was greatly affected. Even Zonko's Joke Shop was boarded up, but the Three Broomsticks was still open, and being able to drink a glass of butterbeer was a comfort on such a snowy day.

"Is that Mundungus?" Aaron said, pointing to a short man setting up a stall at the door of the bar.

"It seems so." Harry nodded and walked over.

"Hello, Harry." Mundungus said nervously.

"what are you doing here?"

"Uh... sell some things, you have to make a living first, right?" Mundungus said as he quickly put the goods into the boxes, "What are you doing, don't let me waste your time. "

"Wait a minute." Ron picked up a goblet on the ground. "These things look familiar. They seem to be..."

"Sirius." Harry said with a dark face, looking at Mundungus with an evil look in his eyes, "Are you reselling his things?"

"Where did Dumbledore find the Crouching Dragon and Phoenix chick?"

Aaron's eyes twitched slightly, and he was extremely speechless.

How short of money is this guy? These are the rags he doesn’t want, yet he has the nerve to sell them.

"I don't."

"Still quibbling." Harry pressed him against the wall angrily and pointed his wand at him, "These things have the crest of the Black family on them, and you stole them from Sirius's house.

what have you done? On the night of his death, you ransacked his house? "

"No, I..." Mundungus said on the verge of tears, "I am indeed selling the Black family's things, but these things are not worth much at all."

"Do you think I will believe it?"

"Put your wand down first and I'll give you an explanation."

"Harry." Hermione shook her head at him, "Listen to what he has to say first."

Harry was silent for a while, then put down his wand angrily.

"Phew!" Mundungus breathed a heavy sigh of relief, "The thing is, not long after Sirius died, a man named Gandalf came to Grimmauld Place."

"Impossible, the secret keeper is Dumbledore..."

"But Sirius is the owner of that house." Mundungus said anxiously, "Gandalf took out a transfer agreement with Sirius's autograph on it, and it clearly stated that after his death, Gerry All valuables at No. 12 Mew Place must be handed over to Gandalf unconditionally.”

"Are you kidding me?" Harry laughed angrily, "Why would Sirius sign something like that? What if the existence of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​exposed?"

"But he did sign it!" Mundungus said incoherently. "Both Moody and Lupine have read the agreement. The notary is Phineas, and we also asked him to confirm the reliability of the agreement."

"Really?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"It's absolutely true, you can always check with Moody and Phineas.

Sirius probably knew he was going to die, so he made some preparations while he was still alive.

Gandalf said that Sirius came to him and asked him to do something, and it required a lot of money to do it, so..."

"Then how do you explain this?" Hermione asked, looking at the various rags on the ground.

"I helped Gandalf pack some things, which he doesn't like." Mundungus said weakly.

"You..." Harry glared at him fiercely and punched him in the face.

boom!

"Ouch!" Mundungus held his cheek, "Sirius just promised Gandalf to give him the Black family's belongings. The house is an inheritance left to you."

"Don't let me see you again." Harry said coldly. He had never hated a person as much as he did today, not even Snape.

As if he had been granted amnesty, Mundungus packed his suitcase and immediately apparated away.

"Damn thief."

"Okay, Harry, it's useless to talk about it now." Tonks opened the door of the bar, "Come in first, you shouldn't be out in the cold."

Several people entered the bar, and Harry was still very angry, "Can't the club control him? Sirius has only been dead for a short time, and he actually started selling his things."

"I know you are very angry, and Mundungus did it very unfairly." Tonks pursed her lips, "But we have more important things to do."

"I will tell Dumbledore, only he can scare Mundungus." Harry snorted.

"The point is who is the wizard who signed the agreement with Sirius? What did he ask him to do?" Hermione said, looking at Tonks meaningfully, hoping that she could give an explanation.

"I wasn't in the club at that time, so I didn't know much." Tonks said, "Lupin said Gandalf was..."

"That..." Aaron interrupted with a guilty conscience, "I personally don't think I'm suitable to know these things, you can discuss it by yourselves, I won't participate."

"It's okay." Hermione pulled Aaron to the chair, "Just listen, no big deal."

"But I..."

"No buts, sit down first, I'll get some drinks." Hermione said seriously, turning to the bar.

Just kidding, if you go back early, Claire might fail.

After a while, she put a few glasses of butter beer on the table.

Tonks shrugged and continued, "Lupin said Gandalf is an old wizard, comparable to Dumbledore, but he looks wiser than Dumbledore."

"What else?" Hermione asked.

"No, we did some research afterwards, but we found nothing except his appearance and name. It was as if he appeared out of thin air.

When we asked Phineas, he kept silent and just admitted that it happened. We couldn't get any more information.

But one thing is certain, Sirius trusts him very much."