"After a thorough cleaning, it's much more comfortable. Alan stood in front of the stone fireplace with a magical flame, watching the evening show on the installed wizarding television, which was playing some Muggle pop songs with the video screen replaced.

"Master Allen, this house is not very large, and the living room occupies most of the space, except for the kitchen, dining room, and bathroom, there are only three rooms—the bedroom of the Montesses, the bedroom of their only son, and a small study. And how do we divide it?" said Changyan, who had been reprimanded before, with some embarrassment.

"Young Master Allen naturally lives in the master bedroom, Miss Luna can live in the room of the original Vice Principal of Monte's son, and then the other girls can renovate the study, although it is a little small but it is enough. Mother Wolf suggested.

The fat man who was also trained was still heartless: "Judging from the relationship between the doctor and the wolf mother, you have to be careful with your eyes, don't try to find the wolf mother in the middle of the night, but it turns out that he touches your bed." ”

Four eyes just glared coldly at the fat man.

Changyan also glared at the fat man, and then ignored him and continued: "As for our big men, we don't need a bedroom, although the warmth is poor, but squeezing in the living room is much better than sleeping in the open air before, and several of us have mastered the skills of survival in the wild, and it is not difficult to live outdoors for a month." You have to be careful when you want to go to the toilet in the middle of the night. ”

"Eh, didn't Principal Karkaroff say that he had prepared extra rooms when he visited the cellar before......" The fat man, curled up with his legs and arms crossed, nestled in his chair, was kicked hard by Victor, and he jumped up like a spring from the big chaise longue that looked incredibly expensive, but his fat ass lifted the chair off the ground a little, and the sound clicked when it landed.

Allen's gaze swept over several of their faces, and his dementor told him that these guys were deliberately singing and harmonizing, in order to deliberately squeeze Luna, to achieve the purpose of arranging Luna and Alan in the master bedroom, in order to please himself and make up for the bad impression in his heart due to the mistake they made just now due to Victor. However, apparently they should not have been afraid of bad things about the fat man and did not tell him in advance...... Although Alan is indeed satisfied with this arrangement.

The wolf mother's flexible eyes made her not-so-outstanding face come alive and add a bit of grace. "It's a pity that these stone houses don't cast a traceless expansion spell, and even our study is a little reluctant to accommodate the three of us, and there is no way to place more beds, otherwise it's nothing to let a few of you men in, it's all single beds anyway, isn't it. ”

Then, Allen's gaze couldn't help but stop at Luna, who was pouring water into a vase full of rabbit ear flowers with a clear spring like water spell.

"Then Alan and I would live in the master bedroom. Luna put the vase away, took a brisk swaying step, walked around the table, turned her back, fell backwards, and half-collapsed into the couch near Alan, "It's a single bed anyway, isn't it?" ”

Hogwarts, Umbridge, sitting at the faculty table, was full of anxiety, time passed little by little, she couldn't find a starting point to attack Dumbledore, she forked a small piece of potato fiercely, but the force was too strong, the potato split apart, she muttered in annoyance, pushed the plate aside, the black velvet bow on her head trembled.

At this time, the owl swarmed into the auditorium as usual, and Umbridge frowned and tried to get up and leave, but an owl circled down and landed right in front of her, and touched the plate she had just pushed to the side to the floor. This is a communal owl from the Ministry of Magic. Umbridge raised an eyebrow, surprised that the minister would never send her a letter at this time.

The owl threw a letter in her arms, flapped its wings and flew away.

Umbridge's two thick fingers with a dark blue gemstone ring twisted the envelope, but there was no information on it, she flipped to the back of the envelope, it was still empty, her eyebrows were raised a little higher, her eyes were visibly cold, she thought it was some little wizard's prank.

Umbridge roughly tore open the letter and unfolded it, her gaze frozen, and after a quick glance at the letter, she read it again from top to bottom in disbelief. Umbridge slipped the letter into the small satchel she carried with her and quickly left the auditorium beaming.

"What's going on? Umbridge looked happy, she hadn't made that toad-like face for days. Harry forked a piece of bacon and put it in his mouth.

"There's Dumbledore here, don't worry about her. Ron hummed softly in a bright tune, and was in a good mood to recommend Harry, "It's called YMCA and the Muggle pop song that TV played last night is pretty good. ”

Hermione, who was next to them, just flipped through her Daily Prophet, pursed her lips at the sight, and said nothing. Glancing at Harry, who was learning the song softly to Ron, he thought with some pity that Harry was usually locked in the attic and derailed from the Muggle world when he was at his aunt's house.

Umbridge, who was trotting all the way, couldn't control her expression, she smiled and was full of ambition, although she didn't know who sent her this letter, and she didn't know whether the information on the letter about Lupin, the professor of Hogwarts Defence Against the Dark Arts class, was true or false, but after all, there was a clue, isn't it, even if it is fake, Umbridge has to find a way to make it true, not to mention, her intuition tells Umbridge that this matter is very likely to be true.

She hurried back to the staff quarters, grabbed a few handfuls of gold gallons from her suitcase with her stubby fingers, threw them into her money bag, put them in a large black tote bag, and dodged towards the outside of Hogwarts Castle.

Umbridge appears in a seedy alley, lined with dark magic shops. Umbridge walked to one of the largest stores, Borgin-Burke.

Seconds later, the bell rang and Umbridge walked into the store. She bent down to look at the magical items on the counter, reading the instructions carefully.

A hunched man appeared behind the counter, his hands running back through his shiny hair.

"Miss Umbridge, it is a pleasure to see you again. "It's an honor, welcome, what can I do for you?" said Mr. Borgin in the same oily tone as his hair.

"Fetch me an invisibility cloak. Umbridge couldn't help but be excited, and pretended to be calm and explained to Mr. Borgin.

Mr. Bokin, who confirmed that Umbridge had indeed come to buy illegal magical items, smiled even more enthusiastically, and he nodded happily: "It's just that this invisibility cloak made of the fur of invisible beasts living in the Far East is extremely precious, and you know that invisible beasts have the ability to predict the future, and it is very difficult to capture them, so the invisibility cloak is very rare, and the price is naturally ......."

"Over time, invisibility cloaks woven with invisibility beast hair will eventually lose their effectiveness and become opaque. Well, the price is good," Umbridge smiled sweetly, "Mr. Bogin, I don't think you're going to reveal my purchase of the Cloak of Invisibility, do you?"

"Of course, beautiful lady, to be able to establish myself in this industry, my credibility is guaranteed, and confidentiality for customers is the first of my working principles. Mr. Borgin's flattering tone could not hide the joy in his heart, and he liked this kind of non-bargaining guest most of all.

Umbridge waited for a while, and Mr. Borgin handed Umbridge a black package.

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