Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Waste utilization? When did the gold and silver appliances become waste?

Don't say the craft itself, there are the coat of arms of the Black family, these things are worthless.

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

Ai Wen knows how much he hates these things. In his eyes, these things that make him recall the unpleasant past are wastes, worthless.

From this perspective, it is indeed waste utilization that Mundungus steals them and sells them to others.

But he stole these things from the Black family's old house, which made people feel bad...

"I will talk to Sirius about this, maybe he will recognize the use of waste," said Ai Wen.

"No, Ivan, I, you can't, look at the past..." Mundungus stuttered.

Obviously, he is still very afraid of Sirius, this guy is not too big.

If you are brave, you dare to steal something from Sirius. You can only say that he is in front of gold and has no brains.

"Get it, if you don't look at the past, I will arrest you now." Ai Wen said, waving his hand impatiently, scaring this guy with no sense of accomplishment, "You should be glad that you have not let Harry or Kreacher sees these things you stole, and they will definitely not let you go."

If Harry sees Mundungus stealing Sirius, he can't say anything.

Ai Wen thought about it. He was not prepared to take care of this kind of thing. Anyway, it was not a valuable thing. If he stole it, he would steal it.

There was Kreacher watching there, and Mundungus did not dare to be too arrogant, emptying the old house of the Black family.

As for the act of stealing things, let Dumbledore and Sirius deal with it.

"I beg you, Avon, Hermione, Elaine, if you three don't say..." Mundungus pleaded.

Before I finished, I was interrupted by Elaine. "It’s so cold, why should we stand here and be frozen!"

"Hurry up." Ai Wen urged. "We don't care how you got these things."

Mundungus gasped and gasped. His eyes drifted back and forth between Avon, Hermione, and Elaine. I didn't know what I was thinking, but I didn't stop at hand, and I put all the things on the ground into the box.

On the way to the screaming shack, he kept muttering and he was involuntarily, and his head was confused for a while, praying for Ai Wen, they would put him in the same place, and he would hand over the box. give them.

Until Avon said that if he gave him a curse after muttering, he would not shut up.

Climbing up a slope, four people came to the screaming shack, because the terrain is higher, the wind here is bigger than the following.

The cold wind whizzed past, the screaming shack's planks creaked, and it sounded like a banshee's mourning.

It’s not known what the atmosphere of a corpse was supposed to be. I don’t know it, but now he just wants to end the deal as soon as possible, and return to the warm bar below to have a hot butter beer.

On the way, Hermione secretly discussed it with Ai Wen and decided to tell Dumbledore to let him deal with it.

As for Elaine, there is no opinion at all. I don’t care if Mundungus steals things. It’s not stealing her anyway.

She wrapped herself in the cloak along the way, curled up behind Ai Wen, and used his body to block the wind.

"It's too cold, hurry up, Dong, take that thing out," Avon said.

"It's inside." Mundungus snorted and said, patted the box hard. "You should know how difficult it is for me to get this thing. I take a lot of risk. This is a special ban." Product, if I find out that I am collecting this stuff, I will be finished!"

Your life is long gone, as early as twenty years ago.

"Is it according to my request?" Ai Wen asked directly.

"No problem, a fresh domestic elf corpse, the death time is three days ago, it is natural death." Mundungus said, opened his mouth and smiled smugly, "This kind of thing can not be met, I I have contacted a lot of people. If you only want a family elf body, I have already got it."

He opened the box and there was a mezzanine under the pile of "broken".

Mundungus knocked on his wand and the mezzanine opened, and Avon saw the body of the house elf placed inside.

The house elf wore clothes like a dirty rag. He was very old. His ears were thick white hair, his skin was full of wrinkles, and tennis-sized eyes were not standing out.

He suffered when he was alive, and his small body was full of scars.

Anyone who sees this specific corpse will come to such a conclusion, but this is also the status quo of most domestic elves.

They always punish themselves, and they don’t have to be light or heavy to start their own torture.

Hermione, standing next to Ai Wen, shouted low and couldn't bear to look at the house elves inside.

In fact, she has been skeptical about Ai Wen’s use of the body of the house elf to summon the demon.

No matter how you look at this magic, it doesn't look like a decent spell. It doesn't matter what the consequences will be.

Elaine also glanced forward, then spit out his tongue and back to the back.

"How?" asked Mundungus.

Ai Wen took out his wand and cast a spell, and the wand gently touched the body of the house elf.

In the secluded green light, a home-grown elf of a soul state appears from the tip of his pole, hehe.

The green light is spinning, the soul is getting bigger and bigger, and it is almost as big as the normal house elf.

It looked at Ai Wen dullly, his expression was a little confused, and then he seemed to hear something, bent over and bowed to Ai Wen.

Mundungus looked at the sudden appearance of the mysterious elf soul and the magic used by Ai Wen. The mouth was so big that he couldn’t understand what it was. He put his wand down, God knows, He also planned to attack the boy to use a forgotten curse.

This is his first plan. He planned it on the way to screaming shacks. Although I heard that Ai Wen’s strength is very strong, because it’s only fifteen years old, Mundongus’s heart is still a bit Despising him, think that those are just exaggerated words in the newspaper to attract the attention of the people.

Now that I saw the magic used by Ai Wen, he realized how bold he was thinking...

"That's it!" said Ai Wen, the wand slammed up and disconnected from the body of the house elf.

He was very satisfied with the state of the body, and his body was weak and there was no magic.

Because of the death, the original owner’s soul was partially left in the body, and it was very gentle and obedient, similar to what Ivan imagined.