Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 1435: Dead trading

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Utilization of waste? When did gold and silver appliances become waste?

Not to mention its own craftsmanship, there are also the coat of arms of the Black family, these things are valuable.

But after all, the current heirs of the Black family, Sirius · Black, threw them all away!

Ivan knows how much he hates these things. In his eyes, these things that remind him of the unpleasant past are waste and worthless.

From this perspective, Mundungus is indeed a waste to steal them and sell them to others.

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

"I will talk about this with Sirius, maybe he will agree with this statement of waste utilization." Ivan said.

"No, Ivan, me, you can't, for the sake of the past ..." Mundungus stammered.

Obviously, he is still afraid of Sirius, this guy is not brave.

Dare to dare to steal something from Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, he can only say that he has no brain in front of gold.

"Come on, if it ’s not for the sake of past friendship, I ’ll grab you now." Ivan said, waving his hands impatiently, scaring this guy with no sense of achievement, "You should be glad Without letting Harry or Kreacher see these things you stole, they will definitely not let you go. "

If Harry sees that Mundungus is stealing Sirius, he may not be able to do anything.

Ivan thought about it for a while, and was n’t ready to take care of this kind of thing. It ’s not a valuable thing anyway. Just steal it.

There are Kreacher watching there, but Mundungus did not dare to be too presumptuous and vacated the old house of the Black family.

As for stealing things, let Dumbledore and Sirius handle it.

"I beg you, Ivan, Hermione, Elaine, if you three do n’t say ..." Mundungus begged.

Not finished yet, was interrupted by Elaine, "It's so cold, why are we standing here and getting frozen!"

"Hurry up." Ivan urged, "The three of us don't care how you got these things."

Mundungus gasped breathlessly. His eyes flicked back and forth on Ivan, Hermione and Elaine. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't stop at hand. He swiftly packed all the things on the ground into the box.

On the way to The Shrieking Shack, he kept mumbling and he could n’t help himself. He was confused for a while before doing so, and prayed Ivan if the three of them put him in a horse or something, he would also hand over the box. they.

It was not until Ivan said that if he mumbled and gave him a curse, he would not be willing to shut up.

Climbing up a slope, four people came to The Shrieking Shack. Because of the high terrain, the wind here is even greater than below.

The cold wind roared past, and the planks blowing The Shrieking Shack crunched, sounding like howling of a banshee.

Trading a corpse's original atmosphere, Ivan is unknown, but now, he just wants to end the transaction as soon as possible and return to the warm bar below for a warm Butterbeer.

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

As for Elaine, there is no opinion at all, and it does not care whether Mundungus steals things, anyway, it is not to steal her.

She wrapped herself tightly with her cloak along the way, curled up behind Ivan and used his body to block the wind.

"It's too cold, hurry up, Dunge, take that thing out." Ivan said.

"It's inside." Mundungus said, slamming, patting the box hard, "You should know, how difficult it is for me to get this thing, and it's a big risk. This is a special ban. Products, if someone finds me collecting this stuff, I ’m done! "

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

"Is it based on my request?" Ivan asked directly.

"No problem, a fresh domestic little elf / pixie(s) body died three days ago and died naturally." Mundungus said, grinning with a smug grin, "This kind of thing can't be met, I'll contact A lot of people, if you just want a domestic little elf / pixie(s) body, I've got it long ago. "

He opened the box and there was another mezzanine beneath the pile of "tattered".

Mundungus knocked on it with wand(s), the mezzanine opened, and Ivan saw the domestic little elf / pixie(s) body placed inside.

This domestic little elf / pixie(s) wears clothes like dirty rags. He is very old, with thick white hair in his ears, wrinkles on his skin, and tennis-sized eyes that are not unusually prominent.

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

Everyone who sees this specific body will come to such a conclusion, but this is also the status quo of most domestic little elf / pixie(s) life.

They always punish themselves, and they do n’t do anything lightly, so they use torture to death as their goal.

Hermione standing next to Ivan yelled lowly and couldn't bear to look at the domestic little elf / pixie(s) inside.

In fact, she has been suspicious of Ivan's plans to use the domestic little elf / pixie(s) body to summon Demon(s).

This magic does not look like a decent spell no matter how it looks, and the consequences will be unknown.

Elaine also glanced forward, then put out his tongue and backed away.

"How is it?" Mundungus asked.

Ivan took out his wand(s) and cast a spell, wand(s) gently touched the body of the domestic little elf / pixie(s).

In the faint green light, a domestic state of the soul, little elf / pixie(s), emerged from the tip of his cane, trance.

The green light is spinning, the soul is getting bigger and bigger, and it will soon be about the size of a normal domestic little elf / pixie(s).

It looked at Ivan dumbly, with a somewhat confused expression, and then seemed to hear something, bending down and bowing to Ivan.

Mundungus looked at the magic used by the suddenly emerged domestic little elf / pixie(s) soul and Ivan, his mouth wide open, he did n’t even understand what the magic was. He put down his wand(s), God knows, he just Also intend to sneak attack on this boy using a Obliviate .

This is his initial plan. I planned it on the way to The Shrieking Shack. Although I heard that Ivan's is very powerful, because of the age of only fifteen, Mundungus still slightly disregarded him in his heart, think Those are just the exaggerations in the newspaper that attract attention.

Now that he saw the magic used by Ivan with his own eyes, he realized how bold he was just thinking ...

"That's it!" Ivan said, and wand(s) forcibly pushed upward to break the connection with the domestic little elf / pixie(s) body.

He is still very satisfied with the state of the corpse. His physique is very weak. There is no magic power.

Because of the recent death, a part of the original owner ’s soul remains in the corpse, which is still very gentle and relatively obedient, similar to the state of Ivan imagination.