Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Steal the money bag?

The plot of such an idol drama?

Glenn glanced at Draco with a speechless expression, and then asked: "If the money bag was stolen, why are you making such a fuss here?"

"We were getting ready to go to Borgin's Burke to get something back, and at the entrance of Knockturn Alley, a hooded man was walking out. You know, it's a very narrow place, and my father got hit.

The man didn't apologize, but instead quickened his pace a little strangely. Draco recalled the scene at that time and described it.

As the Malfoy family, which has always been aloof,

"We were in a hurry to get something and didn't think much about it. We didn't realize the money bag was missing until we were in front of Borgin Bock's store. My father quickly remembered the person who bumped into him and hurriedly led us to chase him to Diagon Alley.

, I just happened to see that person suddenly disappear by the wall in the backyard of this store."

Although the secret entrance in the backyard of the second-hand store is remote and hidden with several protective spells, it is still unavoidable to be exposed when being tracked. Although outsiders cannot break in without knowing the spell, after all, it is still

Not secure enough.

From this point of view, it is still necessary to adjust the location of the entrance.

Glen turned around and gave Mr. Carmichael a secret wink.

Mr. Carmichael immediately understood and nodded imperceptibly.

"Don't worry, with Mr. Carmichael here, I believe it will be easy to find out that dirty thief." Glenn assured the Malfoy family with a smile, "But I have to give you a brief description.

That guy’s appearance.”

"This..." Lucius Malfoy frowned, "That guy is wearing a hood and a cloak. Apart from his size, it's hard to tell what his appearance is."

"Clothing and body shape are both useful."

"That's good." Lucius breathed a sigh of relief, "Although that person is wrapped tightly, it can be seen that the body is relatively thin, with a stooped waist, the cloak and hood are black, and they look greasy.

.”

Mr. Carmichael nodded slightly and asked: "Besides these, are there any other characteristics?"

"Yes! I remember it very clearly. When that guy passed by me, there was a very strong smell that almost made me spit it out." Draco said loudly, then frowned and recalled for a moment, and then continued to add,

"It's the pungent smell of cheap alcohol mixed with low-quality tobacco."

Upon hearing this extremely distinctive feature, Glenn and Mr. Carmichael were stunned at the same time.

Before they could think about it, Lucius spoke again.

"By the way, when he hit me, he left this on me."

As he spoke, he touched his pocket, stretched his hand in front of the two of them, and pinched a rough, dry ginger hair.

This time, the suspicions of Glenn and Mr. Carmichael were directly confirmed. The two looked at each other and saw the confusion in the other's eyes.

It's this guy again.

Old acquaintance.

Mundungus Fletcher.

This guy is really brave enough. After stealing Qiu's things under Glenn's nose last time, he put his hand into Lucius Malfoy's pocket again.

Although he already knew the identity of the thief, Mr. Carmichael still said calmly: "These characteristics are still a little lacking. If there are no others, I will go find someone to inquire about it now and try to find a way to catch him."

Come, please wait here for a while."

He didn't know Glenn's specific plan, so he didn't speak too harshly.

"Mr. Carmichael, let's go with you." Glenn also took the opportunity to say, "I believe that with my status, I can still be somewhat useful in a small place like Diagon Alley."

"Okay." Mr. Carmichael nodded and asked him and Mr. Dearborn to leave together.

Since the person who stole the money bag was Mundungus, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Glenn was not prepared to catch him personally, let alone tell the Malfoy family the secret of the second-hand store's backyard.

Although this family has defected, they should still be more vigilant when the situation is still unclear.

Mr. Carmichael's unintentional caution coincided with Glenn's plan.

The three of them walked around the outer wall of the store and returned to the backyard through the hidden entrance.

After the turmoil in the front hall passed, the place quickly resumed its bustle.

What the Malfoy family saw was correct. Mundungus was sitting in front of a table, holding a pipe in one hand and a wine glass in the other, bragging proudly.

Mr. Carmichael walked over in a few steps, raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head.

Mundungus was struck forward by the sudden attack and almost hit his head on the table.

He was about to turn around and get angry, but before he could see clearly who was doing it, he was dragged off the bench by the back of his collar. The tobacco pouch and wine glass in his hands also fell from his hands, and the low-quality rum spilled on the floor.

Several friends who were listening to his bragging shrank when they saw that the person coming was the owner of a second-hand store, and watched helplessly as he was dragged all the way to the office.

Although this guy's strength was average, his brain was quite fast. He didn't dare to speak when he saw his friends. He probably guessed the identity of the person behind him, so he stopped struggling and was dragged into the house obediently and thrown in like a broken sack.

On the ground.

"Long time no see, dear Dunge!" Glenn looked at his embarrassed look and said hello with a smile.

Mundungus looked up and saw Glenn's smiling face. He jumped up and ignored the dust on his body. He quickly said with a flattering smile: "Master Glenn! Hello, hello!"

He hurriedly bowed and saluted, his eyes rolling around, carefully recalling whether he had done anything stupid to offend this great god.

Dearborn on the side couldn't help laughing and attracted his attention again.

"Caradoc? Is it you?" He looked surprised, "Didn't you disappear more than ten years ago?"

Dearborn shook his head slightly, indicating that he should not rush to reminisce about the past and settle the business first.

Mr. Carmichael closed the door with a bang and said coldly: "Idiot, do you know what trouble you got into again?"

"Getting into trouble..." Mundungus looked down at Glenn and thought for a while, then shook his head blankly, "I really can't remember, can you give me a hint?"

"Hint? That's okay." Mr. Carmichael rolled his eyes at him and asked, "Did you go to Knockturn Alley today?"

Mundungus nodded innocently: "I went to Knockturn Alley. But I go to Knockturn Alley eighty times a month, if not a hundred times. What kind of trouble is this?

"

"Who told you that going to Knockturn Alley would mean you were in trouble?" Mr. Carmichael looked at him dumbfounded. "Remember carefully, what did you do when you came back from there?"