Torturing enemies with the Heartburn will greatly increase the chances of the Imperius Curse succeeding, and of course, for the most strong-willed, sometimes the painful torture will become useless.

But apparently, Mundungus was not among them, and after being hit by the Imperius Curse, the short and fat male wizard propped up his stubby calves and knelt down in front of Ning An.

When Ning An got closer, he smelled a strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol mixed with cigarettes and alcohol on the other party's body, and his clothes seemed to have not been washed for a long time.

Enduring the taste, Ning An put away his wand and asked faintly, "What are you doing in Leicestershire?" Fletch? ”

Mundungus? Fletch seemed to be a different person at this time, with a strange smile on his face and a respectful expression, when he heard Ning An's question, he immediately nodded and said flatteringly:

"Dumbledore asked me to investigate a missing girl, master."

"And what did you investigate?"

"Oh, I went to Leicestershire as I was told," said Mundungus, with a look of remembrance on his face

"Dumbledore went to Trelawney to predict the girl's whereabouts—Sybil could only vaguely say that it was near the foothills of Walds."

Ning An had a gloomy look on his face, Sybil? Trelawney, the divination professor at Hogwarts, was crazy most of the time, but Ning An didn't take her seriously.

"So I went to the Walds foothills in Leicestershire, and I didn't expect there to be a small town in such a remote valley." Mundungus reverted to his oily and smooth way of speaking, rubbing his hands together and speaking excitedly:

"It's a Muggle town - oh, Muggle-made wine is great!" I licked my tongue, as if I had a taste of wine.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Ning An didn't feel like he had time to listen to Fletch tell a long story.

"Uh-huh—yes, yes," Mundungus nodded hurriedly, and continued as succinctly as he could, "I searched the town for information on the girl's visit, but most people said that no outsiders had been here for a long time. ”

"But I was really lucky, there was a Muggle whom I met while drinking, and he told me that he had met a few strangers......" Mundungus scratched his head, straightened his ginger hair, and continued:

"He told me not to think he was crazy, and kept emphasizing to me that he wasn't drunk. - When he came back from the orchard outside the woods that day, he saw three children flying down from the sky on broomsticks! ”

Mundungus sneered, and he laughed and said, "Oh, I was so happy, I knew at once that I was right, and the three children were not riding broomsticks." ”

Ning An's expression changed slightly, he was still wondering, when he and the others went to Ralph's mansion at that time, he had cast a phantom spell, and there was no reason to be discovered by Muggles, but he didn't expect that he happened to be seen when everyone landed.

"I think Dumbledore really did the right thing to send me," Mundungus continued, unconsciously smug as he said this

"Of course I told the Muggle to remember the day, and then I copied the Muggle's memories the way Dumbledore taught me."

Hearing this, Ning An shouted that he was lucky, needless to say, the three children that the Muggle saw were naturally himself, Daphne and Caridora.

If this memory is put into the meditation basin by Dumbledore, then his original statement that he was not with Calidora will be self-defeating, and his lying will be exposed, and he may face Dumbledore, the Ministry of Magic, and other persecution.

At that time, not only will Calidora be dead, but the fact that he wants to resurrect her will be exposed, and even what he will do after him may be told in the case of being used with a truth potion.

While lamenting the luck, a cold light flashed in Ning An's eyes, Mondongues was a person in the Order of the Phoenix, and as a person close to Dumbledore, it was very likely that he would be recognized by using the Imperius Curse on him.

"Give me the bottle of memory, Fletch." With two hands in his robe, Ning An walked up to Mundungus, slowly stretched out a hand, and ordered.

"Of course, master!"

Humpty Dumpty Wizard rummaged through his tattered cotton coat and pulled out a small, delicate clear glass bottle in which a mercury-like indigo liquid floated and flowed, the same bottle he had secretly shown Aberforth.

Respectfully handing the small bottle to Ning An's hand, Mundungus didn't feel anything wrong at all, he was controlled by the Imperius Curse, and at this time he only felt that completing the orders of the person in front of him was happier than drinking a large can of the most delicious beer on a cold winter day.

Ning An took the bottle containing Muggle memories, played with it in his hand, and then threw it on the ground.

"Smack"

With a crisp sound, the bottle was shattered by Ning An's foot, and the blue liquid actually rose, they slowly vaporized, and they floated in the air for a moment before dissipating.

Mundungus, who didn't understand what was going on, looked at Ning An blankly, looking at the blue mist that was gradually disappearing in the air.

Ning An took out his wand, and the tip of the pitch-black wand pointed at Mundungus, who was still in a daze

"Avada Suo—"

The bright green light seemed to illuminate the night, dazzling and dazzling, and all the adjectives were far less realistic than the word horror.

There is no hesitation, hesitation, or mercy magic, and it was created to take life.

"Bang-"

Mundungus's body fell diagonally to the ground, the cold north wind blowing violently through his body, but he would never feel it again.

His limbs were stiff, his eyes widened, and the protruding eyeballs were about to pop out, as if he was full of confusion and incomprehension before he died. He didn't have any scars on his body, but he lost his life - he died.

Ning An squatted down, resisted the unpleasant smell on the corpse of Mundungus, and rummaged for a while.

A few pocket watches, a large packet of tobacco, a dirty little pipe, a few copper nats, and a few small loose things, these are the few relics of the dead wizard.

Seeing that the memory bottle that Montungus gave him was real, Ning An breathed a sigh of relief, although it was said that Montungus was all pretending just now, and pretending to be manipulated by the Imperius Curse didn't sound reliable, but it was better to confirm it in person.

Ning An stood up and looked at the corpse of Mundungus, he had to dispose of this corpse, otherwise tomorrow morning, people passing by here would find that someone was dead, in that case, Dumbledore would inevitably be involved again.

Thinking about the spell in his mind, there was no spell that was stronger than the one he had learned in his first grade.

Once unleashed, the terrible black magic of "Mighty Fire" will burn everything it can without sleep, and it is naturally easy to burn the corpse of Mundungus.

But Ning An hadn't fully mastered its spell unraveling, that is, the method of extinguishing these terrible flames. In fact, the most difficult part of this magic is also here, and this is still one of the few magic that will make Ning An feel embarrassed.

There is no way, since the corpse cannot be completely destroyed, Ning An can only hide the corpse first, delay for a while, at least not to be discovered by Dumbledore in a short time.

He first raised his hand, waved his wand and shouted:

"The Wand Flies"

The wand of Mundungus, which was caught in the branch, immediately flew down and landed on Ning An's hand.

"Laon – Pamoussom"

A deep voice sounded, echoing with bursts, not as light as a voice coming from his throat, but like a spell recited through the resonance of his chest.

I saw Ning An's wand suddenly raised upwards towards the big tree in front of him, and then a loud bang came.

The giant tree came to life at this moment, and a crack opened in the middle of the trunk, growing bigger and bigger, and finally opening to the size of half a door.

Arms of wood slowly stretched out from within, twisted together, and slowly stretched forward, like writhing serpents, winding and finally rolling up Mundungus's corpse.

Together with the wizard's wand, wrapped under layers of branches, it was sent tightly into the open black hole in the trunk of the tree.

Then, the hole in the trunk that had just opened was gently closed, like a new torso growing again, and in a few moments, the marks were smoothed out as if they had never been opened.

Everything was calm again, except for the cold wind that was still howling, and it was as if nothing had happened here, except for the wasteland outside Hogsmeade.

Ning An put away his wand, spun around in place, turned into a raven in the blink of an eye, glanced around indifferently, vibrated his wings, and flew into the sky in the cold wind.

No longer pursuing the thrill of flying, Ning'an climbed all the way, accelerated, ascended, and accelerated again, but in a few minutes, Hogwarts Castle was in sight.

Although it was only his second flight, he had memorized his way and landed steadily in the owl hut on the top floor of the West Tower of Hogwarts.

The night was the time when the owls were in spirit, and many owls who had not gone out to hunt hooked their claws on the shelves in the shed, and when they saw Ning An fall to the railing, their eyes widened like brass bells, and their necks were crooked in a strange arc, staring at him.

Being stared at by so many owls, Ning An felt a little unnatural, and was able to bend his neck in a circle, owls were really a kind of bird that Ning An was not used to seeing.

Squatting on the ground, his wings folded and spun, a beautiful wizard in a black robe appeared, Ning An hurriedly took out his wand and struck it on the top of his head.

"Bang la la"

The surroundings seemed to be stained, and in the blink of an eye, Ning An disappeared into thin air, and as he frequently used the Illusion Charm, he became more proficient in this spell.

Blessed himself with a silent spell of "silent", Ning An followed the stairs, trotted all the way, and returned to the underground.

There was no one in the school for a long time, and Filch was probably still patrolling, but Ning'an didn't meet him.

"Orchids in Bloom"

Ning An whispered the password to the damp stone gate. The stone door slowly opened, and Ning An finally returned to the bedroom.

Malfoy and the others had naturally fallen asleep, and Ning An didn't need to say much to them, he just slept with his clothes closed, and quickly closed his eyes, as if nothing had happened tonight.