Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

"Back from Knockturn Alley..."

Mundungus recalled it carefully for a long time, showed a sudden look on his face, patted the dust on his body, and said nonchalantly.

"I'm talking about Lucas, what you call getting into trouble could be because of the little thing that I invested in Lucius Malfoy's purse, right?"

"A trivial matter?!" Mr. Carmichael couldn't help but give him another big giveaway, "You call this a trivial matter?"

Mundungus was unprepared and received another blow, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Isn't it the Malfoy family? No one dared to mess with him before, but look at the way he behaves now, whoever sees him doesn't want to step on him.

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Seeing that he still looked disapproving, Glenn stopped Mr. Carmichael who was about to get angry and asked calmly: "You don't know the true identity of Lucius Malfoy, do you?"

"Identity? What identity?" Mundungus didn't react for a moment.

"What do you think?" Glenn looked at him with a smile, "It's just that the Ministry of Magic has never been able to figure it out, but it can't hide Dumbledore's identity at all."

"You mean..." Mundungus was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Mr. Carmichael subconsciously, and asked in a low voice, "Death Eaters?"

Glenn shrugged and put away his smile: "The answer is correct, but there is no reward."

"But after the incident in the secret room, didn't he lose the trust of the mysterious man?"

Obviously, although the superficial peace is maintained for the time being, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​not completely at peace. At least Dumbledore did not completely hide the news about Voldemort, and Mundungus also knew more or less.

"Does losing trust mean that he will not give Malfoy any tasks?" Glenn stopped joking and his whole temperament became a little more serious. "Have you ever thought about it, in order to dismiss the Ministry of Magic?"

How could those morons, who were almost forced to sell their ancestral manor, wander around with such a large sum of money? What's more, they went to places like Knockturn Alley. Do you not know him?

Was it the crime you were charged with when you were captured by the Aurors?"

Mundungus had never been a brainless idiot, but his cleverness was just not used in the right place. With a little push from Glenn, he quickly understood.

"Master Glenn, do you mean that he didn't go to buy something for himself?"

Glenn looked at him meaningfully, gave him a "you taste it, you taste it carefully" expression, and asked again: "Now, do you still think you haven't caused any trouble?"

"This..." Mundungus suddenly realized it, and there was a slight drop of sweat on his forehead.

"Actually... if you were more agile with your hands and feet, it wouldn't be a big problem." Glenn looked him up and down and continued, "But you are so stupid. Not only did you show your weakness, but you also led others here.

Here you go. Tell yourself, should Mr. Carmichael hit you?"

Mr. Carmichael glared at him fiercely: "You are seeking death yourself. I will never stop you, but can you not harm others?"

"I..."

The more Mundungus thought about it, the more frightened he became. If it was just Lucius Malfoy who had died, he would naturally not take it seriously. But after hearing what Glenn said, it was very possible that his ordinary theft this time was

It ruined one of Voldemort's plans, and it really caused a life-threatening disaster.

He subconsciously touched the heavy money bag in his arms. It was no longer an attractive fortune, but a real hot potato.

"Then... what should I do now?" He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked weakly.

"What should we do?" Mr. Carmichael deliberately sneered at Glenn's signal, "What else can we do? We will hand you over to Lucius Malfoy and let him do whatever he wants with you."

While he was speaking, Glenn waved his wand in a formal manner and cast a small anti-Apparition spell.

In fact, even without this curse, Mundungus would not dare to just run away. After all, if he offended Glenn, the thieves and liars of all sizes in Diagon Alley would definitely come out collectively to arrest him and attack Glenn.

Ask for credit and reward.

"No, no, no! Never!" He hurriedly asked for help from the three people in the room, bowing and saluting. Even Dearborn, who had not said a word from beginning to end, did not let go, "As long as

As long as you don't hand me over to Malfoy and You-Know-Who, I can do whatever you want!"

In fact, Glenn had no intention of actually handing him over to Malfoy from the beginning. After all, although this guy's character was not very good, he was absolutely loyal to Dumbledore and also contributed a lot to the development of the Order of the Phoenix.

force.

However, this character who regards wealth as his life does need to be beaten, at least to let him know what can be moved and what cannot be moved.

"Actually, it's not like there's nothing we can do." Glenn pinched his chin and said slowly.

Mundungus seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw in an instant, and rushed to Glenn's side, looking at him helplessly: "Please, Master Glenn, please save me!"

"I can save you, but what benefits will I get?" Glenn glanced at him and took a few steps back.

"From now on, I am willing to obey all your orders." Mundungus said very bachelorly, knowing that he had no leverage.

Glenn glanced at him with disgust and sneered: "Your mouth is such a liar, only a fool would believe your words.

He paused for a moment, as if he had made a decision by chance, and spoke slowly.

"Let's do this. From now on, when Dumbledore doesn't have any tasks for you, you can stay here to work, help Mr. Carmichael collect intelligence, and listen to what useful information those people say when they brag. This matter

, you should be familiar with it, right?"

This arrangement can be considered a temporary arrangement. After all, Mundungus has some experience in intelligence collection.

Mundungus didn't know that Glenn had known about the relationship between him and Dumbledore for a long time. He was stunned at first, but then he soon understood when he thought that Dearborn was also with him.

"No problem, Master Glenn!" He agreed without hesitation without much thought.

Glenn nodded and added: "You can't tell anyone about gathering intelligence. As a guarantee, I need an unbreakable oath."

Seeing the slight change in the other person's expression, Glenn quickly reacted and added: "Of course, except Dumbledore."

Mundungus breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in agreement. He had no principles to begin with, his only loyalty was to Dumbledore. In this regard, he was at least much better than Wormtail.

Glenn looked at the greasy and dirty hand that he stretched out, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and decided to let Mr. Carmichael complete the oath.