allendalepharm Chapter 166 Voldemort's Second Blossom
Chapter 166 Voldemort's Second Blossom
Chapter 167 Voldemort's Second Blossom
After Harry and his two companions read Regulus's last letter, Black, upon hearing his deceased brother's final words, could no longer contain himself and burst into tears, soaking the letter completely.
"This was left by my younger brother."
"Regulus Arcturus Black, these are the initials of his name."
Ron remained silent for a moment, while Harry simply pressed his shoulder and called out:
"Father, don't worry. When we find that bastard Voldemort, I'll make sure he eats three hundred of my swords!"
"No, this is my brother. I will settle this score with Voldemort myself!"
Blake then used Apparition again, and the group returned to Blake's old house together.
As soon as the door opened, Dobby rushed out, shrilly shouting, "Mr. Harry Potter! Kreacher has brought back a suspicious fellow!"
"He said the guy's name was Mundungus Fletcher, the one who stole Mr. Regulus's belongings!"
Upon hearing this, Harry and Black rushed into the hall. There they saw Kreacher swinging a frying pan, aimlessly pounding it down on a weasel-faced man.
The bottom of the pot slammed against the dough, hitting the guy so hard that his nose and eyes were crooked, and he screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
"Give back what belongs to Young Master Regulus!"
"Damn it! I already told you, I've already sold it!"
"lie!"
"I'm not lying to you! In fact, I have no idea what you're talking about!"
Just as Mundungust was howling at the top of his lungs, Harry darted forward, stomped his right foot hard on his chest, drew the Gryffindor sword from his waist, and held it to his brow.
"You thieving scoundrel! Your petty thieving tricks can't fool me! Since you didn't take everything, you must have been selective!"
"Kreacher said about that locket, and you dare claim you don't know anything about it?!"
Mundungus looked up and saw Harry. He was startled, and half of his body went limp. He was a seasoned traveler and had long heard that this savior, though young, was ruthless.
By this time, Black had already laid Regulus's body on the ground. His face grim, he knelt down and held the fake locket up to Mundungus's eyes, saying slowly and deliberately:
"Now think of something!"
"If you can't figure it out, I'll strangle you right here!"
When Kreacher caught a glimpse of his former master's remains, he was struck dumb, let out a scream, and immediately fainted.
Mundungus knew Black was eccentric and violent, and now seeing Harry's fierce appearance, he was attacked from both sides and was so frightened that he almost drowned.
He immediately swallowed hard and started yelling like a pig being slaughtered.
"I remember now! I've definitely seen this thing before!"
"But I've already given it away!"
"I... I had a stall in Diagon Alley, and the Ministry of Magic came to check for a business license. You know, Sirius, I'm someone who operates in the gray area; I wouldn't have that kind of thing..."
Before he could finish speaking, Harry thrust the sword forward again, tearing his forehead open and drawing blood down his nose in several red streaks.
"Where did all this noisy bird talk come from! Always picking the crucial points to say!"
"Alright! Alright! Mr. Potter, please calm down!"
"The woman in charge originally wanted to raid my stall, but she took a liking to that locket, so I had no choice but to give it to her!"
Blake asked in a deep voice, "Who is that woman?"
"I don't know her, but she must be quite old and very short, and all her clothes are light pink."
Before Harry and Black could guess, Ron called out, "Umbridge."
"Dolores Umbridge, it must be her."
"My dad told me that the head of the Muggle-born Registration Committee was an old woman who was dedicated to looking young."
"She always claimed to be a pure-blood wizard, but her mother was actually a Muggle, and her father used to clean the Ministry of Magic."
"My dad accidentally asked her if she was related to Umbridge, the cleaning lady, and he ended up being targeted for six months."
"Thank you for your explanation, Mr. Weasley." Mundungus quickly turned to Harry, forcing a fawning smile. "Now can you let me go?"
"Why are you in such a hurry, you rascal? I haven't even finished asking my question."
Harry yelled and sat down on the thief's chest, shaking the thief so badly that his internal organs were jolted up, and slammed the Gryffindor sword into the thief's dough.
"Let me tell you something else. Why did you set your sights on the locket? I don't believe you just grabbed it casually!"
Blake's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he snarled, "That's right, my dad clearly cast a concealment spell on the house. How did you find your way here?"
Faced with these two pressing questions, Mundungus had no choice but to explain in detail.
"Okay, that was two years ago, no, a year and a half ago."
Readers should know that at that time, Mundungus was drinking at the Six Stars bar in Diagon Alley. He happened to meet a fellow drinker, and the two hit it off immediately, like flies drawn to blood.
It turns out this guy also specializes in stealing from the ancient mansions of the Holy Clan who have no descendants, but unfortunately most of them have already been looted clean. He recently learned a reverse spell and found traces of Black's old mansion, ready to investigate further.
Upon hearing this, Montgomery secretly had a thought, but put on a smile. He kept urging the man to drink large bowls of wine until he was completely drunk, and then, as if prying open an oyster to retrieve a pearl, he tricked him into revealing the location of the curse and Black's old house.
That night, having received a good spell, he couldn't wait until dawn and sneaked into Black's house to steal before the man could.
Upon entering the old house, seeing that Kreacher had indeed not noticed anything, and thinking that it was his due to make a fortune, he immediately intended to take all the treasures in the house.
As he slipped under the stove, he suddenly felt dizzy, as if four or five Dementors were circling around him, and his mind went completely blank.
At the time, he thought that the person had misjudged the incantation, so he didn't dare to search carefully. He hurriedly stuffed a few items into his arms and fled in a panic.
Strangely enough, as soon as he left the house, his mind returned to normal. When he tried to regroup and steal again the next day, the curse seemed to have vanished without a trace, and he could no longer use it.
Ron listened carefully at first, but after Mundungus finished speaking, he felt extremely strange.
"Wait, the thief you're talking about, has he been covering his face with his robe the whole time? You haven't been able to see what he looks like."
Mundungus was taken aback. "How did you know?"
"Harry, doesn't this story sound familiar?" Ron asked suspiciously, turning to Harry and whispering, "I remember you killed Quirrell last April, right?"
Harry frowned, calculated for a while, and said, "Please state the exact date."
"Let me think... Ah, May 1992."
A strange thing happened in the bar; today, the same old trick was used again. Knowing full well where it was, they didn't steal it themselves, but instead used a petty thief to steal it; now they've even entered the Ministry of Magic—was this all part of a pre-arranged plan? To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next installment.
(End of this chapter)