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【Chapter 29】

"Mr. Mongletons, is there anything you would like to share with us about your success?"

Mungertons, the future rich man in the wizarding world: the luckiest thing in my life was to meet Harry Potter, and then the wisest decision I made was to sign a contract with our great savior

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Today is a rare sunny day, even the sky is dazzling blue.The blue sky convinced the wizard that even with the magic spell of preventing rain and slipping, not many people would dislike the sunshine in winter.

The Gryffindors parted as soon as they left St. Mungo's.Neville was going to Diagon Alley to help his grandmother get something, and the twins couldn't wait to visit the Muggle world, and no matter how cheeky they were, they were too embarrassed to let innocent Neville go with them So what shop.

As for Harry, he temporarily acted as the tour guide for the twins. Should he thank God or Merlin? Fortunately, the two brothers have a good habit of researching and explaining, otherwise just taking the subway would be a big trouble.

After the Weasleys (at the shop) had satisfied their mum Molly's shopping cravings, Harry dumped the two wizarding bumpkins in a museum - he'd had enough of their problems!How does he know how computers work, let alone what to do when manned to space!

After meeting at the Leaky Cauldron in the afternoon and returning home - he tried to ignore the twins winking at him, he really didn't want to know what the "I got it" look meant, he wasn't going to meet someone —and Harry himself was out of the twins' sight.

Now it's not only difficult for the twins to come out, but it's also hard for Harry himself to find a reason to move around alone.And he has more than these things to do today.

This is, thanks to Kreacher.

Harry came to a lonely alley with no passers-by, cleared his throat, and called—"Kreacher".

"Pfft——" The old house elf came upon the call, much more energetic than when Harry left. It bowed to Harry respectfully and saluted. How could the old elf have the slightest sense of normalcy at this time? Crazy look.

"Hello, dear Mr. Harry Potter."Kreacher thought it would be more respectful to address a capable gentleman as Sir than Sirius had him call Harry "Little Master Harry".

"Hello, Kreacher," Harry said, letting Kreacher put his hand on his shoulder. "Let's go back to Black House."

Today, there is no one in the old house, even Padfoot was called by Molly to the Burrow for a meeting.Harry sneered, except for the uninvited guests.

Even at noon, when the sun is strongest, the unpopular old house of Black looks very gloomy, and there is an atmosphere unique to death in the old house.

Because Harry came in through the apparition of the house-elf, so he didn't alarm anyone—the old house now serves as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, and the secret keeper who hides it is the old headmaster!If he walked in carelessly, he would be spotted the moment he stepped through the door—even if he was allowed in.

The curtains were still not drawn, elves liked the dark, but he still lit a lot of candles for Harry.In a reception room of the old house, Harry sat frankly on the clean sofa Kreacher had prepared for him. Apparently, Molly’s mother’s cleaning was not enough. On the small table next to him was a glass of A low-alcohol homebrew.

"Dear Mr. Potter, do you need anything else?" The elf looked at Harry expectantly, obviously considering it an honor to serve Harry.

"No more. That's enough." Harry smiled politely.

"Now, you can go and invite that person over." He emphasized the word "please".Then he lowered his head and took a sip of Black's private brew, which was very delicious.

"Yes, sir." Kreacher was overjoyed to receive this order.Originally, he thought that Mr. Harry Potter would not care about this matter, but now he actually came.Kreacher is so happy!

Harry watched as Kreacher bowed to him again, before disappearing in front of him with some urgency.

In fact, Kreacher does not need to respect him so much, since he destroyed Slytherin's locket at the very beginning, Kreacher has repaid him a lot—otherwise he is just a student at school, how can you know so much about the Order of the Phoenix? Yes, it all depends on Kreacher's partition walls having ears!There are also some things that are not easy to buy, and he got them through Kreacher - the Black family is a dark magic family with a deep heritage.

Not to mention that sometimes the house-elf would go to the Muggle world to help him with errands-the Black house-elf didn't have any restrictions that could not harm Muggles.It's going too far, but "pure blood" didn't just affect the Black wizards.

Harry thought that what Kreacher had done was enough to repay, and that he destroyed the locket only out of his own selfishness.

So when he received a letter from Kreacher about wizards taking Black's property out of the old house again and again, Harry decided that he had to take care of it.

Harry didn't have to wait long before Kreacher came back dragging a man who was still cursing—"What are you doing, you crazy house elf!" "Let go of me! Where have you brought me! "

If the man is not moving, it is easy to confuse him with a pile of rags.

A head of long and messy ginger hair (including dandruff) was flying in front of Harry, and a strong stench of alcohol and tobacco hit Harry's nose.The black-haired boy sat on the sofa and looked at the face that was neither familiar nor unfamiliar in this chapter, and he opened his mouth to attract the attention of the man who was still struggling in Kreacher's hands, "Hello, Mundungus Fry Mister Qi."

"However, sir, I didn't expect it to be you."

Because of the struggle, Franky, who was sitting on the floor dejectedly, now realized that there was a person sitting in a corner of this quiet small room, a person he knew but should definitely not be here now—Savior, haha Leigh Potter!

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Of course this is Black's old house, I thought Mr. Franky had already recognized every corner of this house." Harry answered a question asked by the man when he first came, "But I think , Kreacher brought you here for a reason."

Harry looked at the middle-aged man's pocket, obviously meaning something.

The man's perennially swollen and bloodshot eyes looked at the talking boy in disbelief, as if he was meeting him for the first time.He knew that this was Harry Potter, but apart from having the same face as the savior, the person in front of him gave him a different feeling.

Such an attitude, just like a Slytherin nobleman!

Mungertons wondered if the man in front of him was a Death Eater who drank Polyjuice Potion!

He wants to get out of here!But Kreacher, who hated him for stealing the property of the Black family, would not let him leave so easily.So the poor Mr. Thief had to go on to face the "Death Eaters" who drank Polyjuice Potion.

Today next year will be my death day!

It seemed to see what Mr. Thief was thinking, "Don't worry, I'm the real Harry Potter", but it seemed that this made the timid guest even more frightened.

"You have to trust me, Mr. Franky." Harry looked helplessly at this gentleman who found that he couldn't escape and was about to shrink himself into a ball—he wanted to reduce his sense of existence, but his size became his obstacle.

"Sir? Mr. Franky?"

Mr. Thief ignored Harry and went on trying to find a crack in the floor.But Harry's not casting the jinx the first time made him a little convinced that Death Eaters weren't like that.

"I don't think running away is going to solve the problem. And I wouldn't want to do that to a member of the Order." Harry pulled out his wand.Mr. Thief was already frightened to death on the floor. "Mundungus Fletcher's space package is coming!"

Harry took out the contents of the package and said to Mr. Thief on the ground, "Perhaps these will remind you of something."

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Malfoy Manor, or rather, the base camp of the Death Eaters.

In the luxuriously decorated room, only Snape sat at the long table.His eyes were fixed on the tablecloth in front of him, but his ears and mind kept paying attention to the movement in the room.Another red-eyed man in the house walked casually like the owner, perhaps this man has already regarded it as his private property.

The oppressive feeling in the cold room is getting heavier.Snape didn't know why Voldemort summoned him. After all, it was not yet time for a decisive battle with the Order of the Phoenix, and the Order of the Phoenix led by Dumbledore had no activities.Except maybe this one, everyone is busy preparing for the silly holiday of Christmas.

"Snape, my loyal servant." A snake-like icy, sticky voice sounded in front of Snape, "You have always performed well, and I am very satisfied."

Hearing Voldemort say this, Snape's heart suddenly rose to his throat. Since this man came back, it is obvious that the Unforgivable Curse is more to his liking than affirmative praise.

"There just happens to be a very suitable thing for you to do here."

A small silver sword appeared in Snape's sight. Seeing that Voldemort did not object, Snape nervously took it into his hand.

It is said to be a sword, but it is more like an exquisite jewelry - after all, who would use so many rare materials to forge such a sword without a sharp edge.The fire element mithril was used as the sword body, and the hilt of Nechaluowushi, and there was a red python with exquisite carvings on it, and the magic flame of Olidamara was swallowed in its mouth.

It belonged to a noble family, Snape was sure.They are the only ones who burn too much Galleon!Olidammara's magic flame is actually made into a sword decoration, which is really violent.

"Here is the certificate, the Lestrange vault, a gold cup," Snape saw the cup with two slender handles, "take it. Then, bring it to me."

"Yes Master."

"Go now, I think I'll see it before sunset, don't you?" Voldemort walked behind Snape. "My loyal servant, I believe you will not disappoint me."

"Of course, Master."

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Harry: I heard that there is a man who has been silently protecting me, even at the expense of his own life.

Snape:  …

Harry: But look now, this man won't even lie down and let me fuck on it.

Snape: ... (Pick up Harry, I will let you be on [above] today)

The author has something to say:

Snape: The little prince must not let the dark history of being a double agent know!