A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 496: The derelict Mundungus

"Let's go in," Harry whispered to Hermione, and they walked into Sirius' rental house together.

But there are already people in the room.

Harry stared wide-eyed at the unshaven stranger in front of him, a man with a mess of **** hair who looked like Crookshanks after a few rolls in the mud . He was leaning on the sofa with a strut, one short bandy leg slung lazily on the table, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Who are you!" Harry and Hermione drew out their wands at the same time.

Crookshanks fell on the ground and let out a threatening cry.

The man in the ragged coat was startled awake. He rolled over and sat up. He looked up and saw a sparkling wand pressing against his neck, and he obediently raised his hand in surrender.

"My name is Mundungus Fletcher, and I am entrusted by Dumbledore to protect you." The chunky man said.

"You're lying," Hermione said sharply, "how could Dumbledore send you, you kind of—"

Mundungus gave her a wronged look. "What's wrong with me? I work for Dumbledore and Heppe at the same time, and I joined the Order of the Phoenix more than ten years ago..."

"But why are you here? This is Sirius' rented house." Harry asked, continuing to point his wand at the man.

"He asked me to come, he can't leave now." Mundungus leaned back cautiously.

"So you are the one who came to inform me to leave early?" Harry's eyes widened, "But you didn't do anything, but slept here instead." He said angrily, just because the information was wrong, He nearly misunderstood Hermione.

Mundungus pointed to his flabby and bloodshot eyes, "Look at me, I just finished a major event, and I was so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes. I came early, so I wanted to sleep for a while... ...I didn't expect you to find it by yourself."

"Were you busy with the Order of the Phoenix?"

"Almost." Mundungus said vaguely.

"But weren't you ordered to protect Harry?"

"Ahem, I have a temporary task..."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, no matter how they looked at them, they felt that this guy was suspicious, and his eyes were also sneaky.

"Since you're the one sent to notify Harry, you, um, should know where we're going?" Hermione asked.

"I can't say the specific address, at least not now, until—" Mundungus said, he waved his hand, "Wait, don't be impulsive, it's Black's old house!"

Harry and Hermione put down their wands.

"How do I get out of here?"

"Through that," Mundungus pointed to the fireplace, "Floo."

"What time?"

"At seven o'clock, there is another person waiting. He has a note in his hand." Mundungus muttered, "Don't ask me, I don't know who it is."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, and they almost guessed who it was.

"What's the note you just mentioned?"

"The specific address written by the secret keeper is used as the key of the Loyalty Curse." Mundungus explained, "The place we are going to has been cast with the Loyalty Curse, and no one can reveal this address to the outside world after the spell is cast. , outsiders can't find it at all, only the confidentiality person has the right to decide who to disclose the secret to. When the time comes, we will not take it into account if we talk again."

Harry and Hermione believed him for the time being, but the necessary cross-examination was still necessary.

"You know Sirius well?" Harry asked.

"Of course, I often borrow the fireplace here. It's safe and hidden! It's not supervised by the Ministry of Magic!" Mundungus said.

"Unsupervised?"

"Yeah, I guess the people of the Black family must have paid a lot of money to get this technology back then, think about it, if I also master it, I can set up secret strongholds all over the world, how convenient it would be! And it can perfectly avoid the Ministry of Magic of various countries!" Mundungus said triumphantly, full of praise for his grand plan.

Unfortunately, the plan got stuck on the first step.

"Mr. Fletcher—"

"Just call me Mundungus, little girl, I'm not a noble person." Mundungus scratched his unshaven chin and said.

"Well," Hermione's voice paused, "I've heard that you need the owner's permission to connect to a private fireplace - and wizards are not allowed to connect Muggle fireplaces to the Floo network unless there is a valid reason... "

Mundungus waved his hand.

"Rules are dead. You know what I mean." He winked at Hermione with a tacitly funny look, "Dare you say that Sirius' ancestors never set up a private Floo network? And the Ministry of Magic—huh, it's just a nice word..."

He started rummaging through his pockets, finally pulling out a grimy black pipe and stuffing it into his mouth, before looking up at Harry and Hermione.

"Do you mind?"

"What? Oh, uh, of course not—"

"Thank you." He lit his pipe with his wand and took a deep breath. A few seconds later, there was a big puff of green, foul-smelling smoke. "Every hour I have to take a few breaths to pick me up—" Mundungus said through the smoke, as if explaining to them.

Harry and Hermione quietly shrank to the other end of the sofa, away from him.

"Would you like something to eat, Hermione?" Harry asked loudly.

"Since you said that..." Hermione glanced at the expanding smoke, and stood up decisively: "I'm really hungry."

They headed for the kitchen.

"Bring me a copy too, thank you—" Mundungus shouted in the living room.

"Can you cook?" Hermione asked softly in the kitchen.

"A little bit, I practiced at the Dursleys. How about you?"

"I'll do a little too," said Hermione guiltily.

Harry's hand touched the refrigerator door. "Oops," he said.

"How—"

The door of the refrigerator was opened, except for the two tomatoes on the top shelf, it was empty. Harry reached out and fiddled with it, and the tomatoes revealed a large piece of mildew.

"I forgot that Sirius doesn't eat at home much these days," said Harry.

Hermione blinked, "Can you accept compressed biscuits?"

"I'm not very hungry all of a sudden," Harry said hurriedly, "I just finished eating."

"Me too," said Hermione, narrowing her eyes.

In the end, only Mundungus ate the compressed biscuits, neither Harry nor Hermione had any appetite, because the room was filled with the smell of burnt socks, and Harry had to open the windows for ventilation.

At this moment, he saw a familiar figure walking across the road.

"Professor?" he said happily.

Felix looked at Harry in front of the window, nodded with a smile on his face, and was immediately stimulated by the smell in the room.

"The whirlwind sweeps away."

The smoke and dust in the room were swept away by a whirlwind. Harry and Hermione were visibly relieved, and Hermione took a deep breath.

"I arrived half an hour early and found that you had already left," Felix said to Harry and Hermione, "and then got stuck on something and took a while to convince your (our) family .”

"You saw the Dursleys?" Harry called.

That's not all, Felix thought. He glanced at Hermione, her parents were also very persistent, they seemed to know that he was coming, and stood by the side of the road to block him in advance.

"I see," Felix said briefly, "something happened to your cousin, and he kept screaming when he saw me, and your uncle almost rushed up to beat me..."

Harry looked at him incredulously.

"...I found out later that it was your cousin who stole Honeyduke's ice mouse, and it had nothing to do with me."

Felix looked at the clock hanging on the wall, "It's almost there." He took out a note from his pocket and handed it to Harry, "Look at it, both of you, and remember this address. There is no need."

Harry and Hermione took it, the note said "12 Grimmauld Place". The two memorized it several times, and then the note turned into ashes.

"Professor, are you the secret keeper of Black's old house?"

"I'm not," Felix did not elaborate, "Dumbledore is, and he provided the note."

At seven o'clock exactly, a green flame rose in the fireplace.

"According to the agreement, we have about two minutes, hurry up." Felix pushed Harry to the front of the fireplace, urging: "If there is any problem, we will talk over there."

He packs all his luggage in the ring.

Harry hugged Hedwig, stood in the flames, and shouted "No. 12, Grimmauld Place", and the figure spun and disappeared, followed by Hermione, Mundungus, and Faye who were hugging Crookshanks. Lex ended up standing in the fireplace.

"Master Harry," said a low, hoarse voice.

Harry was taken aback, his glasses were blocked by thick dust, and he vaguely saw a thin figure.

"Kreacher?" he asked tentatively.

"It's Kreacher!" The old house-elf said happily, and took out a feather duster from behind him to help Harry clean the dust off his body.

"Oh, thanks - thanks, no, I can do it myself -"

Harry said he saw a small square thing dangling in front of his eyes, and he took off his glasses and wiped them on his clothes.

At this time, Hermione, Mundungus and Felix also came over.

After wiping his glasses, Harry stared at the green thing just now—a locket hanging on Kreacher's chest.

"Sirius gave this to you?" Harry asked in amazement, this thing is a relic of Regulus, a fake Horcrux ~IndoMTL.com~ He thought Sirius would put it away and no one would show it Woolen cloth.

"The owner is very generous, he allowed me to keep this thing." Kreacher said.

At this moment, a person rushed out from the living room.

"Remus," Felix greeted, "I didn't expect to see you again so soon. Your mission is complete?"

"Yes," said Lupine oddly.

"I'm going to change clothes, and then I'll stay in the study for a while, so you can answer their questions." Felix said.

Lupine nodded: "Leave it to me."

"I'll go to sleep too, and call me when I'm eating." Mundungus said, yawning and walking towards the sofa in the living room.

"The professor also joined the Order of the Phoenix?" Harry asked with interest, staring at Felix's back as he disappeared into the stairs.

"He didn't," said Lupine, "but he's on our side as an ally—"