The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

In a few days, Hermione would leave the museum and return to Hogwarts, and before that, she had stayed up all night with enough potions for Cyrus and Harry to drink for two months.

But for a guy like Mundungus, it was rare for Cyrus not to maintain a united front with Dumbledore.

Although Sirius is trying his best to maintain it, even Harry can understand that this kind of thing is not good~~

Everyone thought that the house-elf would catch Mundungus Fletcher the next day at the latest, but there was no sign of him until dinner time.

"Could it be that he can't get in?" Harry was talking while dragging King Arthur's sword with great effort.

"Impossible, as long as Kreacher is nearby, I can find out." Cyrus shook his head in denial.

"Mundungus has his own hiding place and accomplices, and it's not that easy to find," Dumbledore said calmly. "That's why the Order of the Phoenix chose him...Many gossips are known through him."

He's not a "hero" in the traditional sense, more of an opportunist than the other members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Dumbledore has no choice. Compared with the Ministry of Magic, he can only choose those wizards who secretly walk in the gray area... They are very good at making small mistakes, but they dare not make big mistakes.

In this relationship-oriented wizarding world, there are countless scumbags like Mundungus, and they are all products of the specific reactions of this failed society.

But now, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​falling apart.

Old members like Lupine and Tonks, Dumbledore can avoid accidents, and Fleur and Bill are the same, these are new families, and they don't want to let this group of people rush to the front again.

Harry weighed his wand aimlessly, sitting in a chair in the hall in a daze.

"Ron...is he going back to school then?"

"He probably won't, because George and Fred took Ron away." Cyrus counted the recent changes, "I heard that Neville is at home, being watched by Death Eaters from the Ministry of Magic"

Since Scrimgeour's murder, the remaining wizards have either joined the Death Eaters or fled to the Muggle world.

Cyrus took a sip of the golden anti-curse potion, and the bitter taste made his face huddle together. He thought about it, and Hermione would go back to school by then, so there would only be the three of them looking for the Horcrux.

It wasn't just Harry and Dumbledore either... let him think, maybe there were two more, and someone else could keep an eye out.

On the morning of the third day, Cyrus got up from the bed, stepped over Hermione, and came to the round window of the attic. banged on the door.

Arms and legs twisted into a knot.

Mundungus didn't know what was going on, and just got up from the ground when he saw Kreacher knocking on the gate of the museum.

Before he could turn his head around, the floor under his feet and the surrounding scenery began to rotate, and half of the street began to tilt, throwing Mundungus through the door like a garbage dump.

"What? Who?!" he yelled in the quiet hall. "Send a bloody house-elf to catch me?"

He struggled to kick Kreacher away and pulled out his wand, but in the next second, he found himself in a broken mirror, he couldn't touch anything, even if he stretched out his hand, the table would pass through at a weird angle .

Having been a thief for many years, he immediately ran back when he realized something was wrong.

But no matter how much Mundungus rushed towards the door, the floor under his feet was like a treadmill, making him keep walking in place.

After a while, when he gave up completely, the scene in front of him returned to normal.

"It's too late to catch the thief..." Kreacher said hoarsely, "Fletcher is too good at avoiding arrest, but I followed him for several days, and I still got stuck."

"It's you?" Mundungus growled at Kreacher, "You dare to disobey your master, Sirius' order, and arrest me...Sirius doesn't care about those rubbish things!"

"That's the Order of Merlin First Class of the Black family! You are that filthy piece of trash"

"Enough! Kreacher..." Dumbledore walked out from among the tumbling stone pillars, and he said indifferently, "Let me do the rest."

"Principal Dumbledore?! You....what do you want from me?" Mundungus immediately grimaced, "I don't remember doing anything wrong...is this some new magic, congratulations ah!"

"I want to ask... where did the things you stole from Sirius' house go?"