A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 498 The Negligent Mundungus

"Let's go in," Harry whispered to Hermione, and they walked into Sirius' rented house together.

But there are already people in the house.

Harry stared at the unshaven stranger in front of him, with a mop of messy ginger hair who looked like Crookshanks after a few rolls in the mud.He was leaning on the sofa with a strut, one short bandy leg slung lazily on the table, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Who are you!" Harry and Hermione pulled out their wands at the same time.

Crookshanks fell to the ground and let out a threatening cry.

The man in the tattered coat was startled awake. He rolled over and sat up. He looked up and saw a sparkling wand pressing against his neck, and he obediently raised his hand in surrender.

"My name is Mundungus Fletcher, and I am entrusted by Dumbledore to protect you." The chunky man said.

"You're lying," Hermione snapped. "How could Dumbledore send you, you kind of—"

Mundungus gave her an aggrieved look. "What's wrong with me? I work for Dumbledore and Heppe at the same time, and I joined the Order of the Phoenix more than ten years ago..."

"But why are you here? This is Sirius' rented house," Harry asked, continuing to point his wand at the man.

"He asked me to come, and he can't leave now." Mundungus leaned back cautiously.

"So you're the one who came to inform me to leave early?" Harry's eyes widened, "But you didn't do anything, but slept here." He said angrily, because the information didn't match, he almost misunderstood Hermione.

Mundungus pointed to his flabby and bloodshot eyes, "Look at me, I just finished a major event, and I was so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes. I came early, so I wanted to sleep for a while... I didn't expect You found it yourself."

"Were you busy with the Order of the Phoenix?"

"Almost," said Mundungus vaguely.

"But weren't you ordered to protect Harry?"

"Ahem, I have a temporary task..."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, no matter how they looked at them, they felt that this guy was suspicious, and his eyes were also sneaky.

"Since you're the one sent to notify Harry, you, um, should know where we're going?" Hermione asked.

"I can't say the specific address, at least not now, until—" Mundungus said, he waved his hand, "Wait, don't be impulsive, it's Black's old house!"

Harry and Hermione put down their wands.

"How do you get out of here?"

"Through that," Mundungus pointed to the fireplace, "the Floo."

"What about the time?"

"At seven o'clock, there is another person waiting, and he has a note in his hand." Mundungus muttered, "Don't ask me, I don't know who it is."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, and they almost guessed who it was.

"What was the note you just mentioned?"

"The specific address written by the secret keeper is used as the key of the Loyalty Curse." Mundungus explained, "The place we are going to has been cast with the Loyalty Curse. We can’t find it at all, only the confidentiality keeper has the right to decide who to disclose the secret to. We will not take it into account when we talk again.”

Harry and Hermione believed him for the time being, but the necessary questioning was still necessary.

"You know Sirius well?" Harry asked.

"Of course, I often borrow the fireplace here. It's safe and hidden! It's not supervised by the Ministry of Magic!" Mundungus said.

"Not supervised?"

"Yeah, I guess the people of the Black family must have paid a lot of money to get this technology. Think about it, if I also master it, I can set up secret strongholds all over the world, how convenient it would be! It can also be perfect Avoid the Ministry of Magic!" said Mundungus triumphantly, full of praise for his grand plan.

Unfortunately, the plan got stuck on the first step.

"Mr. Fletcher—"

"Just call me Mundungus, little girl, I'm not a dignified person." Mundungus scratched his unshaven chin and said.

"Well," Hermione's voice paused, "I've heard that connection to a private fireplace requires the owner's permission - and wizards are not allowed to connect Muggle fireplaces to the Floo network unless there is a valid reason..."

Mundungus waved his hand.

"Rules are dead. You know what I mean." He winked at Hermione with a tacitly funny expression, "You dare say that Sirius' ancestors never set up a private Floo network? And the Ministry of Magic —Hmph, it's just a nice way of saying it..."

He started rummaging through his pockets, finally pulling out a grimy black pipe and stuffing it into his mouth, before looking up at Harry and Hermione.

"Do you mind?"

"What? Oh, uh, of course not—"

"Thank you." He lit his pipe with his wand and took a deep breath.A few seconds later, there was a big puff of green, foul-smelling smoke. "Every hour I have to take a few breaths to pick me up—" Mundungus said through the smoke, as if explaining to them.

Harry and Hermione quietly shrank to the other end of the sofa, away from him.

"Would you like something to eat, Hermione?" Harry asked loudly.

"Since you said that..." Hermione glanced at the expanding smoke, and stood up decisively: "I'm really hungry."

They headed for the kitchen.

"Bring me a copy too, thanks—" Mundungus called from the living room.

"Can you cook?" Hermione asked softly in the kitchen.

"A little bit. I practiced at the Dursleys. What about you?"

"I'll do a little too," said Hermione guiltily.

Harry's hand found the refrigerator door. "Oops," he said.

"how--"

The refrigerator door was opened, except for the two tomatoes on the top shelf, it was empty. Harry reached out and fiddled with it, and the tomatoes revealed a large piece of mildew.

"I forgot that Sirius didn't eat at home much these days," said Harry.

Hermione blinked, "Can you accept compressed biscuits?"

"I'm not very hungry all of a sudden," said Harry hastily, "just finished eating."

"Me too," said Hermione, narrowing her eyes.

In the end, only Mundungus ate the compressed biscuits, neither Harry nor Hermione had any appetite, because the room was filled with the smell of burnt socks, and Harry had to open the windows for ventilation.

At this time, he saw a familiar figure walking across the road.

"Professor?" he said happily.

Felix glanced at Harry in front of the window, nodded with a smile on his face, and was immediately stimulated by the smell in the room.

"Whirlwind clean."

Harry and Hermione were visibly relieved as the smoke from the room was swept away by a whirlwind, with Hermione taking a deep breath.

"I arrived half an hour early and found you had left," Felix said to Harry and Hermione, "and then got stuck on something and took a while to convince your (your) family."

"You met the Dursleys?" Harry called.

More than that, Felix thought.He glanced at Hermione, her parents were also very persistent, they seemed to know that he was coming, and stood by the side of the road to block him in advance.

"I see," Felix said briefly, "something happened to your cousin. When he saw me, he kept screaming. Your uncle almost rushed up and beat me..."

Harry looked at him incredulously.

"...I found out later that it was your cousin who stole Honeyduke's ice mouse, and it had nothing to do with me."

Felix looked at the clock hanging on the wall, "It's almost there." He took out a note from his pocket and handed it to Harry, "You two read it and remember this address, you won't need it in the future gone."

Harry and Hermione took it, and the note read "12 Grimmauld Place".The two memorized it several times, and then the note turned into ashes.

"Professor, are you the secret keeper of Black's old house?"

"I'm not," Felix said without elaborating, "Dumbledore is, and he provided the note."

At exactly seven o'clock, a green flame rose in the fireplace.

"According to the agreement, we have about 2 minutes, hurry up." Felix pushed Harry to the front of the fireplace, urging: "If you have any questions, we will talk over there."

He packs all his luggage in the ring.

Harry held Hedwig, stood in the flames, and shouted "12 Grimmauld Place", the figure spun and disappeared, followed by Hermione, Mundungus holding Crookshanks, and finally Felix Standing in the fireplace.

"Master Harry," said a low, hoarse voice.

Harry was startled, his glasses were blocked by thick dust, and he vaguely saw a thin figure.

"Kreacher?" he asked tentatively.

"It's Kreacher!" the old house-elf said happily, took out a feather duster from behind him, and hopped around to help Harry clean the dust off his body.

"Oh, thanks - thanks, no, I can do it myself -"

Harry said he saw a small square thing dangling in front of his eyes, took off his glasses and wiped them on his clothes.

At this time, Hermione, Mundungus and Felix also came over.

After finishing his glasses, Harry stared at the green thing just now - a locket hanging on Kreacher's chest.

"Sirius gave you this?" Harry asked in amazement, this thing is a relic of Regulus, a fake Horcrux, and he saw Kreacher wearing it before through the two-way mirror, he thought it was an imitation , I didn't expect it to be true.

"The owner was very generous and allowed me to keep it," Kreacher said.

At this time, a person rushed out of the living room.

"Remus," Felix greeted, "I didn't expect to see you again so soon. Your mission is complete?"

"Yes," said Lupine oddly.

"I'm going to change clothes, and then I'll stay in the study for a while, so you can answer their questions," Felix said.

Lupine nodded: "Leave it to me."

"I'll go to sleep too, and call me again when I'm eating." Mundungus said, yawning and walking towards the sofa in the living room.

"The professor also joined the Order of the Phoenix?" Harry asked with interest, staring at Felix's back as he disappeared down the stairs.

"He hasn't," said Lupine, "but he's on our side as an ally—"

(End of this chapter)