Hogwarts time travel

A restaurant.

Mundungus was eating and drinking, looking like he had been hungry for a long time.

The shop owner looked at it for a long time and couldn't help but speak.

"Mundungus, do you have the money to pay?"

"Yes, of course." Mundungus wiped the gravy from his face, showing a smug expression.

"I sold a big item, and I made a lot of money."

As he spoke, Mundungus put a cloth bag on the table, making the sound of galleons colliding.

"Okay." The store owner was relieved, he thought the old bastard wanted to pay on credit again.

But he thought of something again, mockingly said:

"You won't make another fake and sell it to others?"

"What a fake!" Mundungus showed a look of being wronged, "Imitations are not fakes! Art matters..."

Everyone in the restaurant burst into laughter, and the restaurant was filled with a happy atmosphere.

When no one was paying attention, a black-haired boy sat across from Mundungus.

Mundungus glanced at the boy, and didn't pay much attention to it. He opened the cloth bag, picked one from the gleaming golden Galleon pile inside, and put it on the table.

"How about paying for all the meals? I said I'd pay it off?"

The store owner picked up the Gold Gallon with a smile, put it in his mouth and bit it, and then he was relieved.

He was afraid that Mundungus would fool himself with a fake gold Galleon, but luckily it was real.

"Hello, Mr. Thief," the boy said suddenly, looking at Mundungus.

"Thief?!" Mundungus' expression changed, "Boy, do you know what you're talking about?"

"I'm not a thief, I'm just a porter of other people's belongings."

"And what happened to the stealing? I...they rely on their hands! The wealth itself has not disappeared, it just changed to accompany them in a different way."

"What's more, there is more than one person who stole things. The British Museum of Muggles stole everything, except the gate."

Voldemort was stunned, and shook his head again and again, "Don't talk nonsense, they are robbing, and they said, not everything is robbed."

"Really, this is the first time I know." Mundungus calmly took out a lighter, "Mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

Voldemort motioned him to please.

The smoke was ignited, and the flames gushed out, covering Mundungus, and disappeared without a trace after the flames dissipated.

Everyone around sneered. This is an old trick of Mundungus. Every time he faces the owner of the lost property, he will find a chance to escape without a trace.

This is also the reason why he has been doing bad things and not being slaughtered.

Watching Mundungus disappear, Voldemort sighed and walked towards the door.

"Clap."

Voldemort tripped over a leg sticking out from the edge of the table. He swayed, not falling, and looked strangely at the person who tried to trip him.

"What? Kid? Do you want to hit me?" The man sneered.

"No, sir." Voldemort shook his head politely. "I'm just curious."

"Being tripped by someone, does it count as blocking the way?"

"If you want to go here, so be it."

The man took out his wand and pointed it at Voldemort.

"Courage is commendable." Voldemort looked at the man, and the pupil of his right eye turned into a vertical green pupil.

"Uh——" the man froze, the hand holding the wand fell slumped, and he slumped on the stool.

Feeling not eroded by the oath, Voldemort nodded in satisfaction and walked outside.

What follows is a little game of cat and mouse.

When Voldemort was far away, everyone gathered around the man, wondering why the man suddenly let the boy go.

Only then did they realize that the man had lost his voice and died at a time he never thought of.

……

"Hurrah--" In an unnamed forest, Mundungus was panting wildly while holding on to a small tree.

Different from those idiots in the restaurant, he clearly felt the oppression from the boy just now. This oppression...is very similar to the mysterious man!

In the past, Mundungus was fortunate to have seen Voldemort, and he had a deep memory of his terrifying aura. Just now, it seemed like a nightmare relived.

So Mundungus used his trump card without hesitation, and fled the restaurant regardless of face.

Mundungus took out an exquisite pendant box from his robe, and a snake-shaped decoration on the box exuded a faint green light.

As the boss said, he did not sell the real locket. Generally speaking, he would not dare to use fakes for big customers. He can't afford to offend those big people. A good deal is his best choice. .

But for some reason, there was only one thought left in his mind: leave the locket behind.

By coincidence, he went to make a fake and kept the fake until now.

When he didn't realize it, his own thinking was affected and became weird.

"Mr. Thief, you run fast."

The figure of a black-haired boy turned from behind the tree, looking at Mundungus with gentle eyes.

"Who the hell are you!" Mundungus took out his wand without hesitation, and pointed at him from afar.

He did not continue to run away. Since the other party could find him once, he would naturally be able to find him a second time. Instead of spending time on running away, it is better to ask the other party's purpose.

If it can be compensated, it should be compensated. In the past, Mundungus would use this method when facing an irresistible enemy. After the opponent received the compensation, he would run away immediately, and basically would not catch up again.

This is the survival wisdom of Mundungus.

"It's just a poor owner." Voldemort said quietly.

Mundungus was not stupid enough to bargain with the other party, and he was convinced immediately.

"What did you lose? I can make it up to you."

"A locket."

Mundungus seemed to have a lightning strike in his brain, and the figure of a locket came into his mind.

"No!" Mundungus took two big steps back and covered his robe.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he just wanted to protect the locket desperately, even if his body was broken to pieces.

You know, Mundungus is the one who cherishes his life the most. How could he risk his life to protect something?

"Affected by the Horcrux?" Voldemort sighed, flicked his wand, and a locket flew out from under Mundungus's robe uncontrollably, and landed directly on Voldemort's hand.

"give me back!"

Mundungus rushed towards Voldemort crazily, and this scene seemed to freeze, forming a world-famous painting.

"Mundungus vs. Voldemort"

It's a pity that the follow-up of the world famous painting is unknown. Voldemort, who was attacked and could fight back, showed a creepy smile.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Mundungus groaned and struggled on the ground, but his arms were still stretched out like dead branches, trying to get the locket back from Voldemort.