The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"You know, you can't tell me those news for no reason?" Mundungus looked at Dumbledore eagerly, "A lot of times, it's to bribe those guys from the Ministry of Magic..."

He rubbed his hands together like a fly.

Kreacher from behind picked up the broom closest to him, and hit him on the head several times, and he used the front end of the stick he was holding. A big bump appeared on Mundungus' forehead immediately.

"Let this stupid house-elf go... get out of the way!"

"Kreacher! Don't do this!" Sirius ran down from the attic, saw Kreacher lecture his friend, and shouted from the stairs.

"Master Sirius is not even as sensible as Master Harry... you won't even be allowed to ask for a prize"

Kreacher's thin arm dangled in front of him for a while, and finally fell down again, but his eyes kept looking at Mundungus with disgust and hatred.

Seeing Sirius Black coming out, Mundungus immediately stepped forward, trying to hug this thigh to protect himself, but Cyrus dragged him back with a wave of his hand.

Perhaps Mundungus knew very little about new things, so he was not very familiar with Cyrus.

"Who are you?" he cursed, "I tell you... Dumbledore is here, stop touching me, let me go... let go! Otherwise..."

"You have no right to threaten anyone, thief!" Cyrus pressed him on a chair and said calmly, "Be quiet, we just want to ask something, keep your voice down, or I'll lock you into the mirror Space to go!"

"Where did you get the things you stole from Sirius?" Dumbledore stopped Sirius who wanted to excuse him and said something nice, and asked.

"If it's about those golden cups... portraits, there's not a single one left"

Mundungus didn't know what was wrong.

First, he was inexplicably hunted down by Sirius' house elf, and finally he was taken to a mysterious address. He looked around, and his small mouse-like eyes were sizing up the museum.

It seems that he wants to get some benefits from here again.

"Not a single one, all of them?!" Kreacher screamed, "My God... how should Kreacher face the mistress?"

"Sirius, you said that those are all rubbish." Mundungus said without any fear after being fixed on the chair, "Why are you starting to ask questions again?"

"No...I didn't...I didn't mean that..." Sirius faltered in his explanation.

Cyrus was even more furious. He first glanced at his teacher, Professor Dumbledore, and asked him: Is this the character of your intelligence officers?

Before Dumbledore could say anything helplessly, he pressed Mundungus's head and turned his gaze away abruptly.

Kreacher, who received the signal from his eyes, let out a strange cry, and hit it again with the broom.

"First point, a scumbag like you is taking advantage of Sirius' kindness, even if you are his friend, it is not a reason to steal things casually; second, he has nothing to do with today's matter... from now on, I Ask! You answer!"

"He didn't know at first..."

Sirius still wanted to defend him, but Harry, who came after him, grabbed him and shook his head.

Harry knew that what Cyrus hated most was this kind of people who had no bottom line, and now, when he was angry, if he really wanted to punish Mundungus, even Dumbledore couldn't say anything.

Mundungus endured the sharp pain on his forehead, and obediently closed his mouth.

But his peripheral vision began to tilt in Dumbledore's direction again.

"Did you have a locket when you -stealed - Regulus' stuff?" Cyrus pulled out the fake Horcrux, "similar to this one...but maybe more fancy. ..”

"What? Is it worth much?" Mundungus swallowed.

Seeing Dumbledore's frown gradually, he immediately said obediently: "I did! I swear! But it's not in my hands anymore!!"

"Who's there?"

"It was a woman from the Ministry of Magic. She asked me if I had a license to deal in magical products... Then she took a fancy to the pendant and said it was a magic item. If I hadn't been fined, I would be in jail now"

Thinking of Azkaban today, Mundungus shuddered.

"What does that girl... look like?"

"Hmm... silver-gray hair, quite tall... ah! She said she graduated from Slytherin, so she is very sensitive to the dark arts, but that's bullshit! I obviously think that locket is an ordinary stuff"

"Any names or something?" Cyrus demanded.

"I was only paying attention to paying!!" Mundungus roared.

As soon as he yelled in displeasure, Kreacher slapped him viciously and said, "Don't yell...be quiet..."

"Kreacher!" Sirius frowned.

"Master Sirius, Kreacher is a guest, and he is just following Mr. Cyrus' rules..." Thinking of the strange space at the beginning, Kreacher was a little apprehensive, "And the master didn't stipulate that I am not allowed to beat this thief."

But even with such an inquiry, the final result is still the same.

They couldn't shift all their focus to a drunkard and thief who took money and played around. After kicking Mundungus out, they began to arrange corresponding countermeasures.

Hermione, who had just woken up, yawned, and when she came out in her pajamas, breakfast was already set on the table in the attic.

But that house elf, Kreacher, was reluctant to clean up everywhere. The thing that could be solved with a spell, Kreacher insisted on wiping a clean rag to make it shine.

He walked up to Hermione and suddenly stopped moving...

Hermione thought that this elf who lived in a pure-blood family all year round was about to express dissatisfaction with a Muggle wizard like herself, Kreacher lowered her ears and slowly pulled out the chair.

The body lowered slowly, but the movement was very fast, as if it was just a stomach twitch.

"Mr. Cyrus took Kreacher's job!" he complained hoarsely, "so Kreacher can only do other things..."

"Do you know why you weren't asked to make breakfast?" Harry stretched his waist. The interrogation in the morning lifted his spirits, and he was no longer the kind of idleness that he had no clue about at the beginning.

Kreacher looked up at him suspiciously.

"Because Cyrus is a professional house-elf here with Hermione." Harry felt a little funny, "If Miss Hermione doesn't have a perfect breakfast, he will be kicked out..."

"Kreacher is sorry for this, next time he will definitely not do something that is robbed"

"It's not just these..."

For example, including some things about future generations?

"Yes, that's right! Since I'm Hermione's house-elf, then your breakfast will be skipped!" Cyrus came out carrying the red cabbage soup, "Or... let Kreacher go alone next time Do!"

Is it plausible?Is it plausible?

The best he could do was grow up on Hermione's candy!