Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 3: Interpersonal Relationships of the Forrest Family

Lin You was deeply impressed by Mundungus Fletcher; however, it was not because of his limited appearances in "Harry Potter" where he always caused some trouble, but because of his behavior at the funeral of his "father".

By the way, Lin You has "parents" in this world; moreover, not only "parents", but also the life stories of six generations of ancestors were all compiled by the "good grandson" Lin You with a quill pen and "written" into the history of this world.

The quill pen in my hand can even change the history of magic, so shouldn’t it be easy to compile a family history?
Of course, according to Lin You’s own “arrangement”, these “parents and elders” have all died; in the huge Forrest family, only the current head of the family who is underage is left.

How to say it... After all, he wrote online articles in his previous life, so bad habits are hard to change!
Let’s put aside the “unfilial descendants” of the Forrest family for now and get back to the topic. It was at his “father’s” funeral that Lin You first discovered the limitations of using a quill pen to tamper with history.

At the funeral a year ago, Lin You, who originally just wanted to go through the motions, was shocked to find that the Forrest Family, which he had "written", actually had many relatives and friends.

On the Muggle side, it was fine that the British royal family sent a commissioner, after all, they were a distinguished earl family, once a noble with a fiefdom and favor. The most surprising thing was the many visitors from the wizarding world who avoided the Muggles and came to pay their respects secretly.

Among them, the members of the Order of the Phoenix were the most terrifying to Lin You; because these people came as "comrades in arms against the Death Eaters."

In other words, the unlucky "father" who was "written to death" by Lin You was either a member of the Order of the Phoenix or their ally.

But the problem is that there is no such content in the family history written by Lin You!
Using a goose feather pen to rewrite history is an extremely energy-consuming thing, and the number of real factors as ink is scarce and difficult to accumulate. Therefore, Lin You learned to be concise and to the point. He must and can only write the main trunk of the story; and the crowds of mourners at the "funeral" made him understand that the natural evolution of history will automatically fill in the details of the story outside the trunk.

As a result, the Forrest family, which has been passed down for six generations, has a large number of relatives and friends in the magical world; the "father" who was mentioned briefly by Lin You actually has his own life and a wide and complex interpersonal relationship of his own, including friends and enemies.

These details, which are automatically filled in by history, cannot be controlled by the quill pen.

However, Lin You did not have any negative thoughts about this. In his opinion, some small uncontrollable details are sometimes interesting surprises in life.

For example, this Mundungus Fletcher who is trying to curry favor with his elders.

Lin You clearly remembered that at the funeral a year ago, this man also appeared in front of him with the same obscene smile, pretended to say a few words of condolence to the mourner, and then couldn't control his greedy eyes and began to search around the Forest Manor. As a result, he was severely stopped by another member of the Phoenix Order, who should also be a real friend of the "cheap father", and was directly driven out.

Neither of the two people who had the conflict had expected that the seven-year-old boy had seen everything and was clearly aware of the reason for the conflict between them.

In the following year, Mundungus came to see Lin You twice again, still with his evil nature, hoping to gain some benefits. However, he did not expect that Lin You had an adult's consciousness inside a child's body, and he was not fooled by him at all. He was turned down twice in a row and did not gain any benefits at all.

Today is the third time.

As the saying goes, three times the limit, Lin You felt that if this person was still as ignorant as before, he would have to teach him a lesson, so that he wouldn't always think that he was young and could be bullied. "Oh, dear Bryce, how are you doing recently? It feels like we haven't seen each other for a long time." Mundungus shouted Lin You's English name with a grin, his face full of wrinkles; his arms were open as if he wanted to hug.

Lin You slowly came down the stairs, without any intention of welcoming him warmly; he looked at him and said calmly, "It's been a few months since we last met, Mr. Fletch."

Sensing his master's distance, Mundungus lowered his arms in embarrassment.

"I remember that the last time we met, Mr. Fletch suddenly stopped me at the street corner; why is today's visit so formal?" Lin You stopped five or six steps above the ground, just enough to make up for his lack of height.

Talking about the last meeting, Mundungus became even more embarrassed.

Selling small items of unknown origin to passers-by on the street is one of the important means for Mr. Fletch to maintain his daily income; but this kind of thing is called second-hand trading in a nice way, but in a blunt way it is actually a mixture of various illegal activities such as selling stolen goods, fraud, and selling counterfeit goods.

It would be fine to use such an immoral method to make money from strangers, but it was too much to cheat an acquaintance - and a minor at that; not to mention that the child saw through it at a glance and threw those deceptive gadgets back on the spot.

After that, Fletch realized that this little kid from the Forrest family was not easy to fool, so he really brought good stuff this time. In the words of the little kid himself, it was called "new and interesting things".

"You will definitely be satisfied with what I bring this time." Mundungus, who was eager to make money, even used a respectful title to address Lin You; obviously, the golden galleons were much more important than the light face.

"Whether you are satisfied or not depends on whether you have seen it first." Lin You was not buying it. If he tilted his quill pen, he could have a lost advanced magic at home; as far as the magic world was concerned, there were really not many things that were worthy of his attention.

"Of course, of course." Mundungus carefully and eagerly took out an oilcloth bag from his arms, and opened it to reveal an ancient parchment. "I got this with great difficulty. It is a treasure map that has been circulated for more than two hundred years. I don't know how many people have fought for it. If people knew that it was in my hands, I would be in big trouble..."

Almost at the moment he took out the oilcloth bag, Mr. Fletch subconsciously used the rhetoric he usually used when selling on the street, until he saw Lin You's half-smile on his face and suddenly woke up.

Yes, I’ve tried this kind of talk on him before, but it didn’t work!

"Treasure map..." Lin You deliberately prolonged his tone, making Mundungus' heart go up and down, "So-called treasures are actually very troublesome things. You have to take risks to face the curses and traps left by ancient wizards, but no one can guarantee that they will find something good after paying a huge risk."

Seeing that Lin You looked uninterested, Mundungus became anxious: "No, no, no, you misunderstood! This treasure map was not left by a wizard, it is a Muggle treasure."

(End of this chapter)