Mysterious Walker at Hogwarts

"Of course. But before that, I wonder if you should return my 'pipe' to me?" Mundungus has not given up yet, thinking that Dean's memory can be forgotten after it is affected by the Forgetting Curse and the Confusion Curse. Something about the pipe wand.

"Pipe? Is that what you mean?" Dean asked, taking out Mundungus' wand from his pocket.

"Yes, yes, I lent it to you to play with before, now you should give it back to me!" Mundungus wished he could snatch his beloved wand away from Dean, but unfortunately, due to Dean's skill, He didn't dare.

"Are you mistaken? Isn't this your wand? Didn't we agree that I would return it to you after I successfully go to Hogwarts?" Dean said in surprise.

"Damn it, he actually remembered it!" Mundungus cursed in a low voice.

"What did you say? You don't really think that my memory is so bad that I would forget such an important thing, do you?" Dean asked with a half-smile, "Or did you do something to me to think that I Will you forget?"

"No, no, no, of course not. I didn't do anything to you, I just had a chance to get the wand back." Mundungus waved his hands repeatedly.

"Your luck should be gone now." Dean put away his smile and said with a straight face.

"Hell, maybe you can return the wand to me temporarily. How can I send you home without the wand?" Mundungus growled hysterically in extreme disappointment.

"That's your problem." Dean smiled sarcastically, "I wouldn't mind taking the London Underground if you want."

"Subway? No, I swore I would never ride that thing again! Bock? Can you..." Mundungus howled miserably and turned to Bock for help.

"No!" He was rudely interrupted by Bock before he could finish his words.

"Hey, I haven't said anything yet!" Mundungus protested dissatisfied.

"Dean, you can visit by yourself first. I have something to tell Mundungus."

Bock nodded to Dean, pulled Mundungus to a secluded corner away from Dean, lowered his voice and said viciously: "Mundungus, you should know that it is illegal to use unregistered door keys! "

"How did you know I was going to use the Portkey?" Mundungus asked in surprise.

"Don't think people are so stupid. When you lose your wand, you have only one choice." Bock sneered.

"But didn't you just turn that wand into a door key? Since it can be used once, it can be used a second time." Mundungus reminded.

"Don't forget, you paid the price just now." Bock curled his lips.

"You mean that egg?" Mundungus looked at Burke suspiciously, "Do you already know what kind of egg it is?"

"Of course." Bock was a little proud, "If I'm not mistaken, it's a Norwegian Ridgeback dragon egg!"

"Damn, this is impossible! Why didn't I see that it was a dragon egg?" Mundungus exclaimed.

"Keep your voice down!" Bock covered Mundungus's mouth and looked nervously in Dean's direction. When he found that he hadn't noticed, he said in a very low voice, "I have my own way. First of all. Putting this aside, if you want me to make another temporary door key, you must pay a price equal to the dragon egg!"

Mundungus turned a deaf ear to Burke's asking price and was completely immersed in regret. He never imagined that the egg that he got by chance and didn't sell well turned out to be a dragon egg!

What made him most ashamed was that not only did he fail to tell the difference, but he also "sold" it to his competitor Bock on the black market at such a low price!

The terrible thing is that he accidentally dug a hole for himself - where can he find something worth as much as a dragon egg now to bribe Burke to make a door key that can send Dean home?

This series of blows made Mundungus deeply realize what a terrible nightmare Dean was to him. It can be said that since he came into contact with Dean, he has only been greeted by bad luck one after another.

"Bock, dear Bock, for the sake of our friendship for so many years, can you..." Mundungus begged pitifully.

"No!" Bock categorically refused, "Do you know how much risk this involves? If you can't get a price that satisfies me, I won't agree. This has nothing to do with our friendship!"

"or……"

……

On the surface, Dean was not concerned about the private transactions between Mundungus and Burke. It was not that he was not curious, but it was unnecessary.

Because when the two began to have a heated discussion about the door key and the dragon egg, the system automatically turned the content of the conversation into text and displayed it in front of him. At the same time, a task automatically popped up:

"Mission: Clues

You happened to overhear the secret conversation between Mundungus and Borgin in Borgin Burke's store. There is no doubt that the content of the secret conversation was of great value.Please find useful clues and make the right choice when necessary based on the clues.

Rewards: Rewards (or punishments) based on the consequences of choices. "

Dean felt a little confused. He had never encountered such a vague mission reward. What was even worse was that there seemed to be punishment for making the wrong choice?

Dean increasingly felt the malice coming from the system.

But the good news is that the system has stored the conversation between the two in text form for him to review at any time.

I didn’t expect that the system could be used in this way. Isn’t this a natural monitor?I just don’t know how big the monitoring range is, and how to trigger the monitoring effect?

Dean sighed inwardly.

Fortunately, although this task was vague, at least it did not need to be completed immediately. He still had time to think about it slowly.

At this time, the argument between Mundungus and Bock had come to an end. Dean learned through system monitoring that Mundungus promised to help Bock when needed at some point in the future, and in exchange for Bock's compromise, he agreed to create a The key to the door that sends Dean home.

"Mr. Mundungus, it's almost dark, and I want to go home as soon as possible." Seeing that the two of them had basically reached an agreement, Dean reminded him in a loud voice.

"Okay, okay, what a troublesome boy!" After being blackmailed by Bok again, Mundungus' hatred for Dean reached its peak.

"Then let's go?" Even though he knew their decision in advance, Dean still pretended to be innocent and ignorant of their arrangements.

"No need to bother, Bock has already gone to prepare." Mundungus waved his hand.

At this time, Bock came out from behind the shelf, holding an inconspicuous broken brick in his hand, and confirmed to Dean: "Do you live in-"

"58 Gibbins Road, Newham," Mundungus said eagerly.

"That's no problem." Bock nodded and placed the brick on the ground. "When I say 'start' later, you only need to touch this brick with your hand and you will be able to get home smoothly."

"Of course, the process may be a little uncomfortable, but I think you can get used to it, right?" Mundungus said maliciously.