HP Magic Biography

No one cares what you do now, Mundungus! Fan Lin said, Mundungus obediently nested in the corner.

At a quarter of the magic, that wouldn't do much at all, and Harry was still pointing his wand at Mundungus' nose.

Then...then why are you arresting me...I mean, you should keep your wand a little bit away from me if you can.

You have no choice, Mundungus! Harry refused. You'd better be honest. In fact, I don't want to dirty my wand. If you can answer our questions honestly, maybe You still have hope of getting out of here.

What question? Mundungus asked back.

About this house, Kreacher said, you once turned over here, of course, this is Sirius's thing, and he also belongs to Harry...

Like I said, Sirius doesn't care about that at all... Mundungus glanced at Kreacher, I can't survive at all, in the wizarding world...

No way to survive? This is like a joke, Mundungus, don't play tricks! Harry said angrily.

So, where did those things go? You know, it shouldn't belong to you! Fan Lin said, in fact he didn't care about this, the valuable Sirius was transferred very early.

Sold it, on the black market...

What did you say? Harry felt a little angry, and inadvertently moved his wand forward, and suddenly, the burst of magic sparks burned Mundungus' face.

Hey, stop, Harry! Clear water!

Hermione quickly dismissed the accident.

Very good, I think, you've done a good job, maybe Sirius and Harry really want to communicate with you. Fan Lin said, and lightly tapped Mundungus' shoulder.

Oh, wait... Seeing Fan Lin leaving, Mundungus panicked, We can talk!

About what?

I can... I can pay more for this...

You don't have money, Mundungus, otherwise you wouldn't sign a contract with me just because of some Galleons. Fan Lin shook his head and said, Besides, you also lost your status in the Order of the Phoenix.

Aren't you afraid that I will reveal your news? Mundungus' expression was a little hideous.

This... Hermione paused slightly, and brought Mundungus here...

And thank you for reminding me. Fan Lin said, turning around, So, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to leave here as Mundungus.

Are you going to kill me?

Maybe it's a good choice. However, I don't want to do this. It will violate my consistent principles. After all, you have also helped the Order of the Phoenix. However, maybe St. Mungo's Hospital will like an obedient patient very much.

What are you going to do?

Just like this... Fan Lin looked at Mundungus fixedly.

What? Mundungus was a little dazed, and suddenly, right at the chest, a surge of heat surged up, What did you do?

Mundungus yelled, clawing at his chest, but it was no use,

The heat flowed all the way up, and soon reached the throat, and Mundungus felt like he was about to spew fire.

No...stop, you can't treat me like this... Mundungus said, holding his throat hard, and soon, the heat made his face extremely... rosy?

It feels like steamed crab.

Stop, stop, I... I can bring you... news from the Ministry of Magic...

This is very interesting! As soon as Fan Lin finished speaking, the burning feeling subsided a lot.

Mundungus looked like he was drowning, panting heavily.

what have you done?

No, no, no, I'm just exercising my rights. You don't think that killing Moody is as simple as erasing three quarters of your magic power. Fan Lin said coldly, You did it yourself Didn’t you come out, so from now on, tell me, what value do you have?”

I... I said... I can help you pass the news of the Ministry of Magic. I have many friends. On the black market...those dark wizards, they have now taken over the Ministry of Magic!

I know that, but I doubt if you can get some useful information. Fan Lin said, Of course, I don't want to make things difficult for you, we can sign a new agreement, what do you think?

I……

I think you can't refuse, it's okay, it's just a little magic...

...

As August draws to a close, the overgrown lawn in the center of Grimmauld Place is withering day by day under the scorching sun until it turns dark yellow and dry.

People in the surrounding houses have never seen the residents of No. 12, nor have they seen the house of No. 12. Muggles living in Grimmauld Place have long accepted the amusing misnumbering that the number sits directly next to number 13. Yet the plaza now attracts a few people who are very interested in the anomaly.

Almost every day one or two people came to Grimmauld Place with a purpose, or so it seemed, just leaning on the railing facing No. 11 and No. 13, watching the junction between the two houses.

The people who came were never the same for two days, although none of them seemed to like normal attire. Most Londoners passing by were used to their eccentric attire and didn't pay much attention, although occasionally one of them might glance over and wonder why anyone would wear such a long cloak in such high temperatures. They didn't have much fun with the watchers watching closely. Occasionally one of them starts walking up excitedly, as if they've finally seen something interesting, only to come back disappointed.

On the first day of September, there were more surveillance people in the square than usual. Six men in long cloaks stood quietly and alertly, gazing at the two houses of numbers 11 and 13, but the very thing they were waiting for was still in the dark.

As the night wore on, an unexpected cold rain fell for the first time in many weeks, and something uncanny happened when they seemed to find something interesting. A man with a twisted face pointed Seeing something, his nearest partner, a stocky, pale man, started to walk forward, but after only a moment they slackened back to their former stillness, looking chagrined and disappointed.

Meanwhile, inside number 12, Harry had just entered the hall. Nearly losing his balance as he Apparated to the top step outside the front door, he thought the Death Eaters might have caught a glimpse of his briefly exposed elbow.

Harry carefully closed the front door behind him and took off his Invisibility Cloak, draped it over his arm, and hurried down the dimly lit hallway to the door to the basement, a stolen copy of the Daily Prophet clutched tightly. in his hands. He heard the often whispered Severus Snape and Harry's tongue curled up as the wind blew across his face.

I couldn't kill you, he said when he put his tongue down, and held his breath until the filthy ominous figure dissipated.

Harry waited until he was halfway down the kitchen steps, and when he was sure he was out of hearing of Mrs Black and the swirling dust, he called, I have news, but you won't like it.

The kitchen has become almost unrecognizable. Every surface gleamed now: the copper pots and pans were polished to a rosy shine, the wooden tabletops shimmered, the goblets and saucers that Glimmering against the background, a cauldron simmered slowly over the fire. However, nothing in the room was more strikingly different than the house-elf scurrying towards Harry, wearing a snow-white towel, the hair in his ears clean and shaggy as cotton, and Regulus' metal locket. Bounce on his chest.

Please take your shoes off, Master Harry, and wash your hands before dinner, Kreacher said hoarsely, grabbing the Invisibility Cloak and lazily hanging him from a hook on the wall, next to a number of freshly ironed old robes.

What happened? Fan Lin asked while sitting in his seat, Is there any new news from Mundungus?

Hermione has been busy, she stared at a sheepskin map not knowing what she was drawing, while Ron stood behind Hermione and Fan Lin and watched.

At this time, Harry came over and put a copy of the Daily Prophet on the sheepskin map.

This Daily Prophet is interesting, especially the first page of the paper.

A very large photograph of a beak-nosed, dark-haired man they knew was gazing at them, with a headline beneath it that read: SYFRES SNAPE Appointed Headmaster of Hogwarts.

No! Ron and Hermione yelled at the same time.

Hermione was the quickest; she grabbed the paper and started reading the rest aloud. Severus Snape, long-time Potions teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry, was appointed headmaster today in the most important staff transfer at the ancient school. Also due to the resignation of the former Muggle Studies teacher Tarfel Voricks will take over this position, while Trevor will fill the vacant position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

I welcome this opportunity to continue our best wizarding traditions and values!

Like crimes and cutting off people's ears! Snape, Headmaster! Snape's in Dumbledore's study... oh! Merlin's pants! shrieked Hermione, scaring Harry and Ron both at the same time. With a jump, she jumped off the table and flew out of the room, shouting, I'll be right back!

Merlin's pants? Fan Lin repeated in a daze.

She must be pissed off, said Ron. That's a very meaningful sentence.

With that said, Ron pulled the newspaper over and read the article about Snape carefully. The other teachers won't agree. Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout and others, they all know the truth, they know how Dumbledore died. They won't accept Snape Be the principal. And who are those people?

Obviously, Death Eaters! Fan Lin said, You should know Tafel, and that Trevor, he is the representative of vampires. Voldemort has completely mastered the power of vampires.

It will be even worse. Harry said bitterly, pulling out his chair and sitting down, I don't think the other teachers have any other choice but to stay. If the Ministry of Magic and Voldemort are behind Snape, For them, it's either staying and teaching or going to Azkaban for a few nice years - if they're lucky. I think they'll stay and try to protect the students.

Kreacher hopped up to the table with a large steamer, ladling soup into ancient bowls, whistling through his two rows of teeth.

Thanks, Kreacher, Harry said, turning the paper over so he didn't have to look at Snape's face.

Well, at least we now know exactly where Snape is. He began to scoop out a spoonful of soup and put it in his mouth.

Since Kreacher stepped up to take over the kitchen, their food had improved significantly, and today's French onions were the best Harry had ever eaten.

There are still a lot of Death Eaters watching the house, Harry told them as he ate, more than usual. It seems like they want us to lug our bags and stride to the Hogwarts Express.

Ron glanced at his watch.

Hey, you know, I've been thinking about this all day today. It left six hours ago. Weird we're not on it, aren't we?

In his mind Harry seemed to see the bright red steaming train he saw that time he and Ron followed it through the air in a flying car, glimmering across the fields and hills like a wriggling scarlet caterpillar. . He's pretty sure Ginny, Neville and Luna must be sitting together at this moment, maybe wondering where he, Ron, Van Lin and Hermione are, or debating how best to subvert Snape's system .

They almost saw me come in just now, said Harry. I landed badly on the top step and my cloak slipped.

Every time I do... Ron said, scooping up a large spoonful of soup.

I think we need to pay more attention, but there is good news. Maybe I can go out with you next time, Harry.

You recovered? Harry asked in surprise.

Seventy to eighty percent, but there is nothing wrong with cleaning up some minor troubles. By the way, you went to see Mundungus today. How did it go?

He needs gold coins, in fact, he's just buying news, and I can't go to Gringotts. Harry frowned and said, I went to Diagon Alley today, where it's so deserted, Diagon Alley The wizards were bringing their stuff out, I saw some familiar faces, the Death Eaters coming in and out.

It's normal. After all, the Ministry of Magic is in the hands of Death Eaters. Fan Lin shook his head while speaking.

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