Vol 2 Chapter 1254:

　　 "No one cares what you are doing now, Mondungus!" Fanlin said, and Mondungus honestly nestled in the corner.
　　A quarter of the magic power, this can't do much, let alone Harry is still pointing his wand at Mondungus' nose.
　　 "Then...then what are you doing with me...I mean, if you can, you should take your wand a little bit away from me."
"You have no choice, Mondungus!" Harry refused. "You'd better be honest. In fact, I don't want to dirty my wand. If you can answer our questions honestly, maybe You still have hope of leaving here."
　　 "What's the problem?" Mondungus asked back.
　　 "About this house, Kreacher said, you have turned it over here, of course, this is Sirius's thing, and he also belongs to Harry..."
　　 "Like I said, Sirius doesn't care about those..." Mondungus glanced at Kreacher, "I can't survive at all, in the magic world..."
　　 "No way to survive? It's like a joke, Mondungus, don't use tricks!" Harry said angrily.
　　 "So, where did those things go? You know, it shouldn't belong to you!" Fanlin said, in fact, he doesn't care about this, the valuable Sirius moved early.
　　 "Sold it, on the black market..."
　　 "What are you talking about?" Harry felt a little angry. Inadvertently, the wand was sent forward, and the magical sparks that burst out immediately burned Mondungus' face.
　　 "Hey, stop, Harry! The water is like a fountain!"
　　 Hermione quickly eliminated the accident.
　　 "Very well, I think you did a great job, maybe Sirius and Harry would like to communicate with you." Fanlin said, lightly tapping Mondungus' shoulder.
　　 "Oh, don't wait..." Looking at Fanlin who was leaving, Mondungus was a little flustered, "We can talk!"
　　 "What are you talking about?"
　　 "I can...I can pay more for this..."
　　 "You have no money, Mondungus, otherwise you will not sign a contract with me because of some Jin Jialong." Fanlin shook his head and said, "Moreover, you have also lost your identity as the Order of the Phoenix."
　　 "Aren't you afraid that I will reveal your news?" Mondungus' complexion was a bit stubborn.
　　 "This..." Hermione paused slightly and caught Mondungus here...
　　 "Thank you for reminding me." Fanlin said, turning around, "So, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to leave here as Mondungus."
　　 "Are you going to kill me?"
　　 "Maybe it's a good choice, but I don't want to do this. It will violate my usual principles. After all, you have helped the Order of the Phoenix. However, maybe St. Mungo's Hospital will like an obedient patient."
　　 "What are you going to do?"
　　 "It's like this..." Fanlin looked at Mondungus fixedly.
　　 "What?" Montongues was a little dazed. Suddenly, a rush of heat surged up from his chest, "What did you do?"
Mondungus yelled. He grabbed his hands on his chest, but it was useless. The heat went up all the way, and soon reached the throat. Mondungus felt like he wanted to. Fire is coming out.
　　 "No... stop, you can't do this to me..." Montongues said, squeezing his throat hard, and soon, the heat made his face extremely...ruddy?
　　 It feels like a steamed crab.
　　 "Stop, stop, I... I can bring you... news from the Ministry of Magic..."
　　 "This is very interesting!" As soon as Fanlin's voice fell, the burning sensation subsided a lot.
　　 Mondungus looked like he was drowning, panting heavily.
"what have you done?"
"No, no, no, I'm just exercising my right. You don't think that you can kill Moody's only by erasing three-quarters of your magic power." Fanlin said coldly, "You did it yourself. Didn’t it come out, so from now on, tell me what is your value?"
　　 "I...I said...I can help you pass the Ministry of Magic news, I have many friends, on the black market... those dark wizards, they have now taken over the Ministry of Magic!"
"I know this, but I doubt that you can get some useful information." Fanlin said, "Of course, I don't want to embarrass you. We can sign a new agreement. What do you think? "
"I……"
　　 "I think you can't refuse, it's okay, it's just a little magic..."
　　……
　　 With the end of August, the wildly growing lawn in the center of Grimmauld Place withered under the scorching sun until it became dark yellow and withered.
　　 The people in the surrounding houses have never seen the house number 12, nor have they seen the house number 12. The Muggles living in Grimmauld Square have long accepted this interesting numbering error with the number located directly next to number 13. However, the square now attracts some people who are very interested in this anomaly.
　　 Almost every day, one or two people come to Grimmauld Place with a purpose, or seem to be so, just leaning on the railing to face No. 11 and No. 13, watching the junction between the two houses.
　　 In the past two days, people have never been the same, although they don’t seem to like normal clothes. Most Londoners passing by them are used to their quirky dress and don't pay much attention, although occasionally one of them may glance over and wonder why someone wears such a long cloak at such a high temperature. Close observation by the monitors did not give them much fun. Occasionally one of them started walking forward excitedly, as if they had finally seen something interesting, but finally returned disappointedly.
　　 On the first day of September, more people came to watch than ever before. Six men in long cloaks stood quietly and vigilantly, gazing at the two houses 11 and 13, but they were still confused about what they were waiting for.
With the advent of night, it rained unexpectedly for the first time in many weeks. When they seemed to find something interesting, something incredible appeared. A man with a distorted face pointed Leaning on something, the nearest partner, a short, pale man, began to walk forward, but after a while they relaxed to their former static state, looking annoyed and disappointed.
　　 At the same time, inside number 12, Harry had just entered the hall. When he Apparated to the highest step outside the front door, he almost lost his balance, and he felt that the Death Eater might have caught 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 along the dim aisle towards the door leading to the basement, a stolen daily prophet clenched tightly. In his hands. He heard the often heard whisper "Severus Snape", and the cold wind swept across his face and Harry's tongue curled up.
　　 "I couldn't kill you," he said when he put his tongue down, then held his breath until the dirty, unknown figure disappeared.
　　 Harry waited until he was halfway down the kitchen steps, convinced that he was out of Mrs. Black’s hearing range and the dust, and shouted: "I have news, but you will not like it."
　　 The kitchen is almost unrecognizable. The surface of everything is now shining: the copper pots and plates are polished with a rosy light, the wooden tabletop is shimmering, and the goblets and saucers that have been prepared for dinner are burning with joy. Against the background, there was a gleam, and a cauldron was slowly boiling over the fire. However, there is nothing in the room more significantly different than the house elf who hurried to Harry. He was wearing a white towel and the hair in his ears was as clean and fluffy as cotton. Regulas’ metal pendant box Bounced on his chest.
"Please take off your shoes, Master Harry, wash your hands before dinner," Kreacher said hoarsely, grabbing the invisibility cloak and hanging him lazily on a hook on the wall, with many newly ironed hanging beside him Old style robe.
　　 "What happened?" Fanlin asked from his seat, "Is there any new news from Mondungus?"
　　Hermione has been busy. She stared at a sheepskin map and didn't know what was being drawn, while Ron was standing behind Hermione and Fanlin watching.
　　At this time, Harry came over and put a daily prophet on the sheepskin map.
　　 This Daily Prophet is very interesting, especially the first page of the newspaper.
　　 A very large picture of a man with a hooked nose, black hair, and a familiar man stared at them, and underneath it was a line of headline that read: Sifres Snape was appointed Headmaster of Hogwarts.
　　 "No!" Ron and Hermione shouted at the same time.
　　 Hermione reacted fastest; she grabbed the newspaper and started reading the rest of it aloud. "Sifres Snape, a long-term potions teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was appointed as the principal during the most important transfer of faculty in this ancient school today. Also due to the resignation of the former Muggle research teacher Tafer Voriks will succeed this position, and at the same time, Tefrey will fill the vacancy of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.
　　 "I welcome this opportunity to continue our best wizarding tradition and values!"
"Such as crime and cutting off people's ears! Snape, principal! Snape is in Dumbledore's study...oh! Merlin's pants!" Hermione screamed, making Harry Ron both scared at the same time After a jump, she jumped off the table and rushed out of the room like flying, shouting, "I'll be back soon!"
　　 "Merlin's pants?" Fanlin repeated dazedly.
　　 "She must be mad," Ron said, "This is a very meaningful sentence."
　　Speaking, Ron pulled the newspaper over and read the article about Snape carefully. "Other teachers will not agree. Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout and others, they all know the truth, they know how Dumbledore died. They won't accept Snape. Be the principal. Who else are those people?"
　　 "Obviously, Death Eater!" Fanlin said, "You should know Tafer, and that Tvery, he is the representative of vampires, Voldemort has completely mastered the power of vampires."
"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 other choice but to stay. If the Ministry of Magic and Voldemort are behind Snape, For them, either stay to teach or go to Azkaban for a "happy" few years-if they are lucky. I think they will stay and try to protect the students."
　　 Kreacher hopped to the table with a large steamer, scooped the soup into an old bowl, whistling with two rows of teeth.
　　 "Thank you, Kreacher," Harry said, turning the paper over so that he wouldn't have to look at Snape's face.
　　 "Well, at least we now know exactly where Snape is." He began to scoop out a spoonful of soup and put it in his mouth.
　　 Since Kreacher stepped up to take over the kitchen, their food has improved significantly. Today's French onion is the best Harry has ever tasted.
　　 "There are still many Death Eaters watching the house," Harry told them as they ate, "More than usual. It seems they want us to drag our luggage to 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 strange that we weren't on it, didn't we?"
From his heart, Harry seemed to have seen the bright red steaming train that he and Ron were riding in the air with Ron on a speeding car~EbookFREE.me~ shimmering in the fields and hills. Like a squirming scarlet caterpillar. He was quite sure that Ginny, Neville and Luna must be sitting together at this time, maybe wondering where he, Ron, Fanlin, 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 step and my cloak slipped."
　　 "I do this every time..." Ron said, scooping out a large spoonful of soup.
　　 "I think we need to pay more attention, but there is good news. Maybe next time I can go out with you, Harry."
　　 "You recovered?" Harry was surprised.
　　 "It looks like 70 or 80%, but it's okay to clean up some minor troubles. By the way, you went to see Mondungus today. What happened?"
"He needs gold coins. In fact, he's buying news, and I can't go to Gringotts." Harry frowned and said, "Today I went to Diagon Alley. Where is the deserted one? The wizard moved their things out, and I saw some familiar faces, those Death Eaters coming and going."
　　 "This is normal, after all, the Ministry of Magic is in the hands of Death Eaters." Fanlin said and shook his head.
　　
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