When did gold and silver utensils become waste?

Not to mention the craftsmanship itself, there is also the coat of arms of the Black family on it, these things are priceless.

But then again, Sirius Black, the current heir to the Black family, threw them all away!

Evan knew how much he hated these things, and in his eyes, things that reminded him of his unpleasant past were rubbish and worthless.

From this point of view, it is indeed waste that Mundungus stole them and sold them to others.

But he stole them out of the Black family's house, which made people feel bad......

"I'll talk to Sirius about it, maybe he'll approve of waste utilization. Evan said.

"No, Aven, I, you can't, for the sake of the past......" Mundungus stammered.

Obviously, he was still afraid of Sirius, and this guy didn't have much courage.

If he is not brave enough to steal from Sirius, he can only say that he has no brains in front of gold.

"Come on, if it weren't for the sake of past friendships, I'd have arrested you right now. Evan said, waving his hand impatiently, scaring the guy with no sense of accomplishment, "You should be glad you didn't let Harry or Kreacher see what you stole from you, they won't let you go." ”

If Harry had seen Montungus stealing Sirius' things, he might have done something.

Evan thought about it for a while, he wasn't going to care about this kind of thing, it wasn't a valuable thing anyway, so if he stole it, he would steal it.

With Kreacher there watching, Mundungus didn't dare to be too presumptuous and empty the Black family's old mansion.

As for stealing, let Dumbledore and Sirius deal with it.

"Please, Aven, Hermione, Elaine, if you three don't say it......," Mundungus pleaded.

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Elaine, "It's so cold, why are we standing here and getting cold!"

"Hurry up. Evan urged, "The three of us don't care how you got these things. ”

Mundungus gasped for air, his eyes wandering back and forth over Aven, Hermione, and Elaine, not knowing what he was thinking, but he didn't stop at hand, and quickly packed everything on the ground into the box.

On the way to the Screaming Shack, he kept muttering that he couldn't help himself, and that he was confused for a moment before he did so, begging the three of them to let him go, and to give them the box.

It wasn't until Evan said that he would give him a curse if he continued to mumble that he was reluctant to shut up.

Climbing up a slope, the four of them came to the Screaming Shack, where the wind was stronger than below because of the higher terrain.

The cold wind howled and crunched the planks of the screaming shack and sounded like a banshee's wail.

Evan didn't know what the atmosphere of trading a corpse would have been like, but for now, he just wanted to end the deal as soon as possible and go back to the warm bar below for a hot butterbeer.

On the way, Hermione secretly discussed it with Aven and decided to tell Dumbledore about it and let him deal with it.

As for Elaine, he didn't have any opinion at all, and he didn't care at all if Montungus stole something, not from her anyway.

She wrapped herself tightly in her cloak along the way, curled up behind Aven, using his body to block the wind.

"It's cold, hurry up, Donger, get that thing out. Evan said.

"It's inside. Mundungus snorted, patting the box hard, "You should know how hard it was for me to get this thing, and I took a big risk, this is a special contraband, if someone finds out I'm collecting this thing, I'm finished!"

Your life is over a long time ago, more than twenty years ago.

"Did you come at my request?" Evan asked directly.

"No problem, a fresh house-elf corpse, which died three days ago, died of natural causes. "It's hard to come by, I've contacted a lot of people, and if you just wanted a house-elf corpse, I'd have gotten it." ”

He opened the box, and there was a mezzanine under the pile of "rags".

Mundungus tapped his wand on it, and the mezzanine opened, and Evan saw the corpse of the house-elf placed inside.

The house-elf was dressed like dirty rags, he was very old, his ears were thick white hair, his skin was full of wrinkles, and his eyes the size of tennis balls were not protruding abnormally.

He had suffered while he was alive, and his small body was full of scars.

Anyone who sees this corpse will come to this conclusion, but that's the way most house-elves live.

They always punish themselves, and they don't do it lightly or severely, with the goal of torturing themselves to death.

Hermione, who was standing beside Aven, let out a low cry, unable to bear to look at the house-elves inside.

In fact, she had been skeptical about Evan preparing to summon demons using the corpses of house-elves.

This magic doesn't look like a decent spell by any means, and it is unknown what the consequences will be.

Elaine stepped forward to take a look, then stuck out her tongue and stepped back.

"How?" asked Mundungus.

Evan took out his wand and cast a spell, and the wand lightly touched the carcass of the house-elf.

In the faint green light, a house-elf in a state of soul emerged from the tip of his staff, in a trance.

The green light swirled, and the soul grew larger and larger, and soon it was about the size of a normal house-elf.

It looked at Evan blankly, with a confused expression, and then, as if hearing something, it bent down and bowed to Evan .

Mundungus looked at the sudden appearance of the house-elf soul and the magic used by Aven in surprise, his mouth opened wide, he didn't understand what kind of magic it was, he put down the wand in his hand, God knows, he was going to sneak attack the boy just now to use an amnesia spell.

This was his original plan, planned on the way to the screaming shack, and although he had heard that Evan was very strong, because he was only fifteen years old, Mundungus still despised him a little in his heart, thinking that those were just newspaper exaggerations to attract people's attention.

Now that he had seen the magic used by Aven, he realized how bold his idea was......

"That's it!" Evan said, fiddling his wand upwards to break the link with the house-elf corpse.

He was still very satisfied with the state of this corpse, his physique was very weak, and he had no magic power.

Because he had just died, part of the original owner's soul remained in the corpse, and it was still very gentle and obedient, similar to the state that Evan imagined.