Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

When did gold and silver become waste?

Don't say its own craftsmanship, but it also has the Blake family crest on it, and these things are worth a lot of money.

But Sirius Black, the current heir of the Black family, threw them all away!

Evan knows how much he hates these things, and in his eyes, these things that remind him of an unpleasant past are nothing but rubbish.

From this point of view, Mundungus did steal them and sell them to others for waste.

But he stole these things from the old Blake family home, which makes people feel bad...

“I'll tell Sirius about it, maybe he'll approve of the waste utilisation.” Ivan said.

“No, Evan, I, you can't, for the past...” said Mundungus stutteringly.

Obviously, he's still scared of Sirius, and this guy doesn't have the guts.

If you don't have the guts to steal from Sirius, all you can say is that he has no brains in front of gold.

“Come on, if it wasn't for the past, I'd have you arrested right now.” Evan said, waving impatiently, scaring the guy with no sense of accomplishment, "you should be glad that Harry or Cleecher didn't see what you stole, and they won't let you go. ”

If Harry saw Mundungus stealing Sirius, he wouldn't have done anything.

Ivan thought about it and wasn't prepared to worry about it, it wasn't worth anything anyway, steal it if you stole it.

With Cleecher there watching, Mundungus didn't dare to be too aggressive and empty the old Blake family home.

As for stealing, let Dumbledore and Sirius handle it.

“Please, Evan, Hermione, Elaine, if the three of you don't say...” Mundungus pleaded.

Elaine interrupted me before I finished, “It's cold, why are we standing here frozen! ”

“Hurry up.” Ivan rushed, “The three of us don't care how you get these things. ”

Mundungus gasped, his eyes wandering back and forth on Ivan, Hermione and Elaine, not knowing what to think, but he didn't stop at hand and smoothly packed everything on the ground into the box.

On his way to the screaming shack, he kept mumbling that he had no choice but to do so because his head was suddenly confused, begging Ivan for the three of them to let him go or something, and to give them the box.

Until Evan said that if he was mumbling, he would give him a curse, and he wouldn't shut up unwillingly.

Climbing up a slope, four people arrived at the screaming shack because the terrain was higher and the wind was bigger than below.

The cold breeze passed and the boards of the screaming shack creaked, sounding like a witch's wail.

Ivan doesn't know what it would be like to trade a corpse, but now he just wants to close the deal as soon as possible and go back down to the warm bar and have a hot butter beer.

On the way, Hermione secretly discussed it with Ivan and decided to let Dumbledore handle it.

As for Elaine, she had no opinions whatsoever. She didn't steal from Mundungus anyway.

She wrapped herself tightly in a cloak along the way, curled behind Ivan and shielded herself from the wind.

“Too cold, hurry up, Donger, take that thing out.” Ivan said.

“It's in there.” Mundungus whispered, "You should know how hard it is to get this thing, how risky it is, it's a special contraband, and if someone finds out I'm collecting it, I'm screwed! ”

Your life was over 20 years ago.

“Did you come at my request?” Ivan asked directly.

“No problem, a fresh, home-bearing elf body, died three days ago, naturally.” Mondungus said, grinning with pride, "I've contacted a lot of people about this kind of thing, and if you're just looking for a family to keep a little elf corpse, I've already got it. ”

He opened the box and there was also a compartment under the pile of “ruined”.

Mundungus knocked on it with a wand, and the compartment opened with a sound, and Ivan saw the Elvish body in the house.

The elf was wearing clothes like a dirty rag, he was old enough to have thick white hair in his ears, wrinkles on his skin, and eyes the size of a tennis ball did not protrude normally.

He suffered while he was alive, with scars all over his small body.

Anyone who sees this particular corpse will come to this conclusion, although this is the status quo for most of the Elvish life.

They always punish themselves, and their hands are not light or heavy, with the goal of torturing themselves to death.

Hermione, standing next to Evan, shouted lowly and couldn't bear to see the elves in the house.

In fact, she has been worried about Evan's intention to use the body of a Pokémon to summon the devil.

This magic doesn't look like some decent spell in any way, and we don't know what the consequences are.

Elaine also glanced forward and threw out her tongue and backed off.

“What do you say?” Mundungus asked.

Evan took out his wand and cast a spell, which gently touched the body of the Pokémon at home.

In the shadowy green light, a soul-state domestic elf emerges from the tip of his wand and falls in love.

The green light spins, the soul grows bigger and bigger, and soon it's about the size of a normal home breeding elvish.

He stared at Ivan, his expression a little confused, and then, as if he heard something, he bent over and bowed down to Ivan.

Mundungus watched with surprise the magic used by this suddenly appearing family spirit and Ivan, his mouth wide open, he had no idea what magic it was, he put down the wand at hand, God knows, he was just going to sneak up on this boy with a forgetful spell.

This was his initial plan, which was planned on the way to the screaming shed. Although Ivan was heard to be strong, he was somewhat underestimated in Mundungus because he was only fifteen years old. He thought it was nothing more than exaggerated language in the newspaper to attract attention.

Now that he saw the magic Ivan was using, he realized how bold he was thinking...

“That's it!” Ivan said the wand forcefully upwards broke the link with the body of the elvish at home.

He was still satisfied with the state of the body, weak and without any magic.

Because he had just died, part of the original master's soul remained in the body, very gentle, quite obedient, in a state similar to Ivan had imagined.