"Nobody cares what you've done now, Mundungus!" said Van Lin, Mundungus honestly nestled in the corner.

A quarter of the magic, which simply didn't do anything, not to mention that Harry was still pointing his wand at Mondongues' nose.

"That'...... So what are you holding me for...... I mean, if you can, you should take your wand away from me a little bit. ”

"You don't have a choice, Mondongues!" Harry refused, "You'd better be honest, in fact, I don't want to get my wand dirty, and if you can answer our questions honestly, maybe you still have hope of getting out of here." ”

"What's the problem?" Mundungus replied.

"About this house, Kreacher said, you have turned over this place, of course, this is Sirius's thing, and he belongs to Harry......"

"Like I said, Sirius doesn't care about those ......" Mundungus glanced at Kreacher, "I can't survive at all, in the wizarding world......"

"There's no way to survive, it's like a joke, Mondongues, don't play tricks!" Harry said angrily.

"So, where did those things go? You know, it shouldn't belong to you!" Van Lin said, in fact he didn't care about that, the valuable Sirius had shifted early.

"Sold, ...... on the black market"

"What did you say?" Harry felt a little angry, and inadvertently, the wand was sent forward, and suddenly the burst of magic sparks burned Mondongues's face.

"Hey, stop, Harry!

Hermione quickly dismissed the accident.

"Very well, I think, you're doing a great job, maybe Sirius and Harry would love to talk to you. Van Lin said, tapping Mundungus lightly on the shoulder.

"Oh, don't wait......" Looking at the departing Vanlin, Montungus was a little flustered, "We can talk!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I can...... I could have paid more ...... for this"

"You don't have the money, Mondongues, or you wouldn't have made a pact with me for some gold Galleons. Van Lin shook his head and said, "Also, you have lost your identity as the Order of the Phoenix. ”

"Aren't you afraid that I'll tell you the news?" said Mundungus's face was a little hideous.

"This ......" Hermione paused slightly, grabbing Montongues here......

"And thank you for reminding me. Vanlin said, turning around, "So, I'm afraid it's hard for you to get out of here as Mondongues." ”

"You're going to kill me?"

"Maybe it's a good choice, but I don't want to do it, it would be against my old principles, after all, you've helped the Order of the Phoenix before, but maybe St. Mungo's Hospital will like an obedient patient. ”

"What are you going to do?"

"It's like this......" Van Lin looked at Mondongues fixedly.

"What?" Mundungus was a little dazed, and suddenly, right in his chest, a stream of heat rushed up, "What did you do?"

Mundungus cried out, his hands scratching at his chest, but it didn't work, the heat went up and down to his throat, and Mundungus felt like he was about to breathe fire.

"No...... Stop, you can't ...... me like that," Mundungus said, squeezing his throat hard, and soon the heat made his face ...... Rosy?

It feels like steamed crab.

"Stop, stop, I...... I can give it to you...... Bringing you news from the Ministry of Magic......"

"It's funny!" the burning sensation subsided a lot as Fan Lin finished speaking.

Montungus gasped for air as if he had been drowned.

"What did you do?"

"No, no, no, I'm just exercising my rights, you don't think it's as simple as erasing three-quarters of your magic to kill Moody. Fan Lin said coldly, "You made it yourself, didn't you, so from now on, tell me, what else is your value?"

"I ...... I say...... I can help you spread the word about the Ministry of Magic, I have a lot of friends, and those dark wizards ....... on the black market, and they have now taken over the Ministry of Magic!"

"I know that, but I doubt you'll be able to get some useful information. "Of course, I don't want to embarrass you, we can sign a new agreement, what do you think?"

"I ......"

"I don't think you can refuse, it's okay, it's just a little magic ......"

......

As August drew to a close, the wild lawn in the middle of Grimmauld Place withered under the sun until it turned dull and yellow.

The people in the surrounding houses have never seen the occupants of No. 12, and they have never seen the house No. 12. Muggles who lived in Grimmauld Place had long since accepted the interesting numbering error that was located directly next to Number 13. However, the square is now attracting some people who are very interested in this anomaly.

Almost every day, one or two people come to Grimmauld Place with a purpose, or as if so, just leaning against the railing to face Nos. 11 and 13, looking at the junction between the two houses.

The people who had come for two days had never been the same, although they didn't seem to like normal dress. Most Londoners passing by were accustomed to their odd attire and didn't pay much attention, though occasionally one of them might glance over and wonder why someone would wear such a long cloak in such high temperatures. The watchers' close observation didn't give them much fun. Occasionally one of them began to walk forward excitedly, as if they had finally seen something interesting, only to come back disappointed.

On the first day of September, more people came to the square than ever to watch. Six men in long cloaks stood quietly and vigilantly, gazing at houses 11 and 13, but they still couldn't figure out what they were waiting for.

As night came, and for the first time in many weeks it rained unexpectedly cold, and when they seemed to have discovered something interesting, something strange happened, a man with a distorted face pointed to something, and his nearest companion, a short, pale man, began to move forward, but after a moment they relaxed again to their previous static state, looking annoyed and disappointed.

Meanwhile, inside the 12th, Harry had just entered the hall. As he apparitioned to the top step outside the front door, he nearly lost his balance, and he thought the Death Eaters might catch a glimpse of his briefly exposed elbow.

Harry carefully closed the front door behind him and took off his invisibility cloak, draped it over his arm and hurried down the dimly lit hallway to the basement door, a stolen Daily Prophet clutching tightly in his hand. He heard the often whispered "Severus Snape" as the wind swept across his face and Harry's tongue curled.

"I couldn't kill you," he said as he lowered his tongue, and held his breath until the filthy ominous figure dissipated.

Harry waited until he was halfway down the kitchen stairs and was sure he was out of Mrs. Black's hearing range and the dust that was blowing, "I have news, but you won't like it." ”

The kitchen has become almost unrecognizable. The surface of everything now glistened: copper pots and plates were rubbed to a rosy glow, wooden tops shimmered, goblets and saucers long prepared for dinner shimmered against the background of a pleasant burning fire, and a crucible slowly boiled over the fire. However, nothing in the room was more noticeable than the house-elf who was hurrying towards Harry, dressed in a snow-white towel, the hair on his ears as clean and furry as cotton, and Regulas' metal locket bouncing on his chest.

"Please take off your shoes, Master Harry, and wash your hands before supper," Kreacher said hoarsely, grabbing the Cloak of Invisibility and lazily hanging him on a hook on the wall, next to a number of freshly ironed old-fashioned robes.

"What's going on?" asked Vanlin, sitting in his seat, "is there any news from Mondongues?"

Hermione had been busy, staring at a parchment map and wondering what was drawing, while Ron stood behind Hermione and Van Lin.

At that moment, Harry walked over and placed a copy of the Daily Prophet on the parchment map.

This Daily Prophet is interesting, especially the first page of the newspaper.

A very large photograph of a man with a hooked nose and black hair stared at them, with a headline underneath that read: Sifress Snape Appointed Headmaster of Hogwarts.

"No!" Ron and Hermione shouted at the same time.

Hermione was the quickest to react, grabbing the newspaper and reading the rest aloud. "Severis Snape, a long-time Potions teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was appointed Headmaster today during one of the most important faculty transfers in the ancient school. As a result of the resignation of the former Muggle Studies teacher, Tarver Wallix will succeed him in this position, while Tfrey will fill the vacancy of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professorship.

"I welcome this opportunity to continue our best wizarding traditions and values!"

"Like committing crimes and cutting off people's ears!Snape, Headmaster!Snape in Dumbledore's study...... Oh, Merlin's pants!" Hermione screamed, startling Harry Ron and Ron at the same time, and she jumped off the table and rushed out of the room, shouting, "I'll be right back!"

"Merlin's pants?" Van Lin repeated with some confusion.

"She must be. Ron said, "That's a very meaningful statement. ”

With that, Ron pulled the newspaper over and perused the article about Snape. "The other teachers wouldn't approve of it. Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout and others, they all knew the truth, they knew how Dumbledore died. They wouldn't accept Snape as headmaster. And who are those people?"

"Obviously, Death Eaters!" said Vanlin, "you should know Tavor, and that Tuffrey, he is the representative of the vampire, and Voldemort has completely mastered the power of the vampire. ”

"It's going to be even worse. Harry said bitterly, pulling out his chair and sitting down, "I don't think the other teachers have any choice but to stay. If the Ministry of Magic and Voldemort were behind Snape, they would either stay and teach or spend a "happy" few years in Azkaban - if they were lucky. I think they're going to stay and try to protect the students. ”

Kreacher jumped to the table with a large steamer, scooped the soup into an old bowl, and whistled with two rows of teeth.

"Thanks, Kreacher," Harry said, turning the newspaper over so he didn't have to look at Snape's face.

"Well, at least we know exactly where Snape is now. He began to scoop out a spoonful of soup and put it in his mouth.

Their food had improved significantly since Kreacher stepped in to take over the kitchen, and today's French onions were the best Harry had ever eaten.

"There are still a lot of Death Eaters watching over the house," Harry told them as he ate, "more than usual." It was as if they wanted us to drag our luggage and stride towards the Hogwarts Express. ”

Ron glanced at his watch.

"Hey, you know, I've been thinking about this all day today. It drove away six hours ago. It's weird that we're not on it, isn't it?"

In his mind, Harry seemed to see the bright red steaming train he had seen when he and Ron were flying through the air, shimmering like a wriggling red caterpillar in the fields and hills. He was pretty sure Ginny, Neville, and Luna must have been sitting together at this point, perhaps wondering where he, Ron, Verlin, and Hermione were, or arguing about how best to undermine Snape's system.

"They almost saw me come in just now," Harry said. "I landed badly on the top staircase and my cloak slipped a bit. ”

"I ......do it every time," Ron said, scooping a large spoonful of soup.

"I think we need to pay attention, but there's good news, maybe next time I can go out with you, Harry. ”

"Are you recovered?" Harry was pleasantly surprised.

"Seventy or eighty percent, but it's okay to clean up some minor troubles, by the way, you went to see Montungus today, how did it turn out?"

"He needs gold, in fact, he's just buying news, and I can't go to Gringotts. Harry frowned and said, "Today I went to Diagon Alley, where it was so deserted, the wizards of Diagonal Alley moved their things out, and I saw some familiar faces, those Death Eaters coming in and out. ”

"That's normal, after all, the Ministry of Magic is in the hands of the Death Eaters. Van Lin said and shook his head.

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