Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Right now, Lupin hasn’t returned to Black’s old home.

As for the information sent below, Luber’s Aberforth has already been on the streets of London, but he doesn’t know where to go.

Although Lupin mentioned it in front of the old house, it is said that it is not only to ask Aberforth alone, but he also clearly said that Aberforth is definitely the most difficult one to ask for.

As far as Mundungus’s ideas are concerned, the most difficult ones are usually placed in the last one?

Nowadays, even Aberforth has arrived in London, but Lupin others?

In the reception room, I squatted back and forth several times. From time to time in the hallway of the outside hall, there were still owls flying here again. A piece of information hua la la landed on the long table of memories and piled up continuously.

But now, Mundungus has no intention to look at the envelopes or notes, because he found that the wall clock hands on the wall will soon point to a predetermined moment.

If it’s in peacetime, Lupin will sort out the information on time every day and send it to Kingsley for further screening before being sent to Marx. However, in this special period, the intermediate link that Kingsley is responsible for is usually skipped directly, giving Kingsley more time to do more important things.

However, even if Marx is looking at the data all the time, Black House can’t send unorganized information to him.

Mundungus glanced back at the clock on the wall, and then looked at the table and couldn’t help but mourn the sorrow of the data. He is not concerned about Lupin now, because there is nothing wrong with it. What bothered him was that he didn’t know where to start the “mountain of intelligence”.

If you put the mess of paper in this table and send it to Marx as it is… Oh! Mundungus didn’t dare to imagine what would happen.

Yes, Marx has always been very savage, but once the guy is angry, it is much more terrible than everyone else!

Seeing that time is approaching, Mundungus is anxious, picking up several reports from the table and taking a look at it.

As it is only the original data, you can see that the above content is actually quite short and clear:

“In the vicinity of the ‘Fortham and Mason’ malls on Piccadilly, there are wizard people spontaneously assembling and assisting Auror to repel three dark wizards?”

At the glance of the first note, Mundungus suddenly blinked – he found himself as if he was up and not sure, and did not know if it was sent to Marx for the purpose.

Putting the note aside, he opened a short letter and read it casually:

“… Ten minutes ago, I witnessed a crazy dark wizard in Hyde Park, rushing into the serpentine lake and never going ashore?”

Taking advantage of this thin stationery, Mundungus once again slammed his head with a stern look.

“This… drowning?” He groaned. “Well, it should be useless.”

Putting this second news aside, he was deeply aok, and he grabbed the third piece of information with great distress.

“Please, at least three of these can have a message that I can get accurate!” Mundungus prayed as he unfolded. “‘There was a short dead body in the Red Brick Lane in the Eastern District. The body was harmless and the wand was lost. It is confirmed that the deceased is a dark wizard, and may have died from Killing Curse ‘… Oh! It’s all dead, and I haven’t found wand yet. What’s the use? Keep the poison tentacles as fertilizer?”

Taking a third copy of the paper on the table, Mundungus scratched his head in pain.

“Go to Merlin’s stinky scorpion! Lupin, I don’t have anything to do with you, come back and save me!”

……

At this time, the distance from Mundungus in Black House was not as long as it was. Marx, who was talking to Neville and Hannah, suddenly turned to the side and seemed to have sensed something.

“It should be the people I am waiting for, you are sitting here, I will go out and have a look.”

After all, he took the staff out of Neville’s nodded response, temporarily disarmed St. Mungo’s protective magic, and then walked straight through the closed door.

As soon as he came out of the window glass of the old department store, Marx turned slightly and looked toward the corner of the widow who was sneaking in a cloak and wrapped in a stealth.

However, just glanced at him, he did not say anything, then turned and walked to the lane next to him. Until the other party followed his footsteps and sneaked in, he was started talking:

“Dedalo, hard work – give me something!”

As an old member of the Order of the Phoenix, Dadelo is definitely a loyal partner. Unfortunately, he was born in Hufflepuff, regardless of is innate talent ability or character, extremely mediocre and low-key.

Even Professor McGonagall mentioned that when he mentioned him, he only said that he was a “no mind, no big eye” wizard.

Of course, as long as it is loyal and firm, this must be a good partner worthy of respect.

After all, the winds and waves that everyone has experienced in the past few years are too many, and his ability can not be disturbed by all kinds of variables, and always stay in the Order of the Phoenix to dedicate his life, this is obviously a copy. Extremely difficult to stick to.

Today, even Marx is very polite to the Old Partner.

But in the next moment, he saw the other person from the Invisibility Cloak handed out a suitcase that had never been used before, and silently placed it at his feet.

“en?” Marx couldn’t help but wonder when he stooped up. “How do you use the box today?”

“This is what Dunge gave me. He said that the information file to be given to you is placed inside… Well, he also deliberately told me not to open it. I think there may be any important information this time.”

Although Dedalo is not smart, he also knows that it is best not to show up easily with his low-level strength, so he did not come out from the invisibility cloak from start to finish.

Hearing that he said, Marx was slightly slightly nodded – he didn’t hear the name of Mundungus from the other side, and he felt strange. Because he knows, Mundungus has been working at Lupin to help receive and deliver intelligence.

However, when he opened the suitcase and touched it inside, the invisible Dedalo found that his expression suddenly became subtle.

“Marx, what’s wrong? Is there something wrong?”

“Oh, no,” Marx paused, then shook his head. “I just suddenly understood why Dunga used a suitcase today… Wait, Lupin is not at home now?”

“Oh, it’s not there,” Dedalo heard this, and then whispered, “He went out after the night, saying that he was going to find a few helpers to add strength to Kingsley.”

“Is it…” Marx slightly daggered, and said, “Well, I know, then you can go back! Yes, be careful on the road, if you encounter the situation, I will give you the potion.”

“Okay, then I am leaving – you are careful.”

When the two said, Marx felt that the magic power source belonging to Dedalo immediately began to move away from himself, moving towards the lane and leaving in a hurry.

After the other party completely disappeared from his range of sensors, Marx walked back to St. Mungo’s entrance with the suitcase carrying the information and walked silently through the glass.

“Marx.”

As soon as he reappeared at the door, Neville and Hannah quickly got up from the bench.

“Nothing outside?”

“Well, it’s okay,” Marx nodded said. “Make sure that Herpo is not interested in St. Mungo’s for a while, and there isn’t a nearby dark wizard.”

As he spoke, he suddenly picked up the suitcase in his hand and shook it in front of them.

“Exactly, if you are still not sleepy, you can help me to do some little work… Of course, I would rather hope that you can go to bed early.”

“Let’s do something!” Neville didn’t think much. He quickly said, “If you are lying down, it’s estimated that you can’t sleep, but it’s even more uncomfortable.”

Just half said, he suddenly turned to look at Hannah, then turned and asked:

“Or, do you go to sleep for a while? I just saw you yawning…”

“No, no, I am with you.”

Neville listened to her saying that she couldn’t help but hesitantly scratched her head and followed her with a look of sorry for Marx:

“Well… or I will go to sleep!”

“Good choice,” Marx blinked at him, and he was quite awkward. “Go! Don’t think too much after you lie down, things are not so bad that you don’t even have the freedom to sleep. Also…”

“what?”

Neville, who was a little embarrassed because of his smile, bowed awkwardly. But Marx was swaying and waving, keeping the said with a slight smile on her face:

“Nothing, I just want to say, at least there is me here, you can sleep comfortably!”

Looking at Neville and Hannah, they walked slowly toward the stairs, and as they went upstairs, the smile on Marx’s face gradually disappeared.

In fact, because Neville had hoped that he would take Hannah away, he just wanted to let Neville talk to Hannah.

But the result of communication is likely to be that Hannah will stay with him, even if he doesn’t want to mention it.

Obviously, his contradictory psychology is equally applicable to Hermione and Luna.

After casting the magic to isolate the door from the surrounding area, Marx opened the suitcase again and poured the box on the spot.

At this time, a large number of ciphertext letters and paper strips that were loaded with Mundungus were immediately dumped, and hua la la piled up.

Needless to say, that guy is obviously the last thing is really no way, in the end it is still gathered all the way to Marx sent.

“Great, my dear Don.”