Chapter 1435 Corpse Trading

waste utilization? When did gold and silver utensils become waste?

Not to mention the craftsmanship itself, there is also the coat of arms of the Black family on it, these things are priceless.

But having said that, Sirius Black, the current heir of the Black family, threw them all away!

Aiwen knew how much he hated these things. In his eyes, these things that reminded him of the unpleasant past were waste and worthless.

From this perspective, Mundungus stealing them and selling them to other people is indeed waste utilization.

But he stole these things from the old Black family house, which makes people feel bad...

"I'll talk to Sirius about it, maybe he'll approve of the idea of ​​waste utilization," Ivan said.

"No, Ivan, I, you can't, for the sake of the past..." Mundungus stammered.

Obviously, he was still afraid of Sirius, the guy was not very timid.

If he is not very courageous but dares to steal from Sirius, it can only be said that he has no brains in front of gold.

"Come on, if it wasn't for the sake of friendship in the past, I would have arrested you now." Aiwen said, waving his hand impatiently, scaring this guy with no sense of accomplishment, "You should be glad you didn't let If Harry or Kreacher see you stealing these things, they will definitely not let you go."

If Harry saw Mundungus stealing from Sirius, there was no telling what he would do.

Ai Wen thought about it, and didn't plan to care about this kind of thing. It's not a valuable thing anyway, so steal it if you steal it.

With Kreacher watching, Mundungus did not dare to be presumptuous and evacuate the old house of the Black family.

As for the act of stealing things, let Dumbledore and Sirius handle it.

"Please, Ivan, Hermione, Elaine, if the three of you don't say..." Mundungus begged.

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Elaine, "It's so cold, why are we standing here to suffer from the cold!"

"Hurry up." Ivan urged, "The three of us don't care how you got these things."

Mundungus was panting, his eyes wandered back and forth on Ivan, Hermione, and Elaine, he didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't stop at hand, and quickly packed all the things on the ground into the box.

On the way to the screaming shack, he kept muttering that he couldn't help himself, and he did it when his head was confused for a while, begging Aiwen and the three to let him go, and handing over the box. give them.

It wasn't until Ai Wen said that if he muttered, he would give him a curse, and he shut up unwillingly.

Climbing up a slope, the four of them came to the Shrieking Shack, where the wind was stronger than below because of the higher ground.

The cold wind howled and creaked the planks of the Shrieking Shack like the wailing of a banshee.

Ai Wen didn't know what the atmosphere of trading a corpse should be like, but now, he just wanted to end the transaction as soon as possible and return to the warm bar below to drink a cup of warm butter beer.

On the way, Hermione secretly discussed with Ivan and decided to tell Dumbledore about the matter for him to deal with.

As for Elaine, she didn't have any opinions at all, and she didn't care if Mundungus stole something, it wasn't hers anyway.

She wrapped herself tightly in a cloak along the way, curled up behind Ivan, and used his body to block the wind.

"It's too cold, hurry up, Dunge, take that thing out." Ivan said.

"It's inside." Mundungus said wheezingly, and patted the box hard, "You should know how difficult it was for me to get this thing, and I took a lot of risks. This is a special prohibition If someone finds out that I am collecting this thing, I will be finished!"

Your life was over long ago, more than twenty years ago.

"Did you come at my request?" Ivan asked directly.

"No problem, a fresh corpse of a house-elf died three days ago and died naturally." Mundungus said, grinning smugly, "This kind of thing is rare. Contacted quite a few people, and if you just wanted a house-elf corpse, I'd have it."

He opened the box, and there was another mezzanine under the pile of "junk".

Mundungus tapped on it with his wand, and the interlayer opened in response, and Ivan saw the corpse of the house elf inside.

The house elf was dressed in clothes like a dirty rag. He was very old, with thick white hair inside his ears, wrinkled skin, and eyes the size of tennis balls protruding abnormally.

He had suffered while he was alive, and his small body was riddled with scars.

Anyone who saw this particular corpse would have come to that conclusion, but that's the way most house-elves live.

They always punish themselves, and the attack is neither serious nor serious, with the goal of torturing themselves to death.

Hermione, who was standing beside Ivan, yelled in a low voice, unable to bear to look at the house elf inside.

In fact, she has always had doubts about Ivan's plan to use the corpse of the house elf to summon the demon.

No matter how you look at it, this magic doesn't look like a decent spell, and it's unknown what consequences it will have.

Elaine also stepped forward to take a look, then stuck out her tongue and stepped back.

"How?" Mundungus asked.

Ivan took out his wand to cast a spell, and the wand lightly touched the body of the house elf.

In the faint green light, a house-elf in spirit state emerged from the tip of his staff, trance-like.

The green light swirled, and the soul grew bigger and bigger, and soon it was about the size of a normal house-elf.

It looked at Ivan dully, with a confused expression, and then seemed to hear something, bent down and bowed to Ivan.

Mundungus looked at the sudden appearance of the house elf soul and the magic used by Ivan, his mouth was wide open, he didn't understand what kind of magic it was, he put down the wand in his hand, God knows, He was planning to sneak attack on the boy who used an Oblivion Curse just now.

This was his initial plan, which was planned on the way to the Shrieking Shack. Although I heard that Aiwen is very strong, because he is only fifteen years old, Mundungus still has a little bit in his heart. Those who despise him think that those are just exaggerated statements in the newspapers to attract people's attention.

Now that he saw the magic used by Aiwen with his own eyes, he realized how bold his idea was just now...

"That's it!" Ivan said, and he flicked his wand upwards to break the connection with the house elf's corpse.

He is still very satisfied with the state of this corpse, its physique is very weak and it has no magic power.

Because he had just died, part of the original owner's soul remained in the body, and it was still very gentle and obedient, similar to the state Ivan imagined.