"Let me tell you, none of the rest of us have Apparated."

"Well, you are a bunch of heroes, but I never pretended that I was going to risk my life—"

"We're not interested in why you left Mad-Eye and ran away,"

Harry put his wand close to Mundungus's swollen and bloodshot eyes: "We already know you're an unreliable scumbag."

"Then why do house elves cling to me?

Is it about those cups again?

I don’t have any left, otherwise you can take them—”

"It's not about those cups, but it's a bit reliable," Harry said, "Shut your mouth and listen."

It feels good to have something to do and to get some truth from someone.

Harry's wand was now so close to the bridge of Mundungus' nose that the guy's eyes were cross-eyed.

"When you take the valuables in this house—"

But Mundungus interrupted again: "Sirius never cared about that rubbish—"

There was a snapping sound on the feet, a flash of brass, a loud clang, and a howl of pain: Kreacher rushed over and hit Mundungus hard on the head with a skillet.

"Tell him to stop, tell him to stop, he should be locked up!"

Mundungus cringed and cried, and Kreacher raised the heavy-bottomed pot again.

"Kreacher, no!"

Kreacher's thin arms trembled under the heavy pot, still holding it high.

"Can you do it again, Master Harry, to get some luck?"

Ron smiled.

"We need him to be sane, Kreacher, but if he needs counseling, you can do it."

"Thank you very much, Master."

Kreacher bowed and took a few steps back, his big pale eyes still staring at Mundungus with hatred.

"When you stripped the house of every valuable thing you could find," Harry resumed, "you took a bunch of stuff from the kitchen cupboards, and among them was a locket."

Harry's mouth suddenly went dry, and he could also feel the tension and excitement of Ron and Hermione.

"Where did you do it?"

"What?" Mundungus asked, "Is it valuable?"

"It's still there with you!"

"No, not anymore," Ron said shrewdly: "He was wondering if he should have sold it more expensively."

"More expensive?" Mundungus said, "That's not difficult at all... Damn it, didn't I give it away? There's nothing I can do about it."

"What's the meaning?"

"I was selling goods in Diagon Alley, and the woman came up to me and asked me if I had a license to sell magic products. Damn it, she was going to fine me, but suddenly she fell in love with the locket, so she asked me to take the locket.

Okay, let me go this time and say I'm lucky."

"Who is that woman?"

"I don't know, she must be the old witch from the Ministry of Magic."

Mundungus frowned and thought for a while.

"She is a short person and wears a bow on her head."

He frowned and then added, "Looks like a toad."

Harry dropped his wand and hit Mundungus on the nose. Red sparks sprayed onto his eyebrows, which set them on fire.

"Clear water like a spring!"

Hermione shouted, and a stream of water flowed from the tip of her staff and poured on Mundungus' face, but he was already choking and coughing.

…

"Hahahahahahahahaha, it's so interesting, it's such a good show."

On the island, Cinnabar burst into laughter.

She waved her hand and turned off the TV in front of her, or it dissipated directly, and even the raw materials turned into a pile of powder and dissipated in the sea water.

"Keep your voice down." Jon was obviously disturbed. Fortunately, all the guards on the island knew that he was here, otherwise someone might have come over at this time: "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?"

"Don't you think it's funny?"

"I still said the same thing, what's so funny about this?"

"That may be because our brain circuits are different. Anyway, I think it's quite funny. Look, this man's hair is burned!"

Zhu Sha took a breath and then said: "Did you also arrange for this person to come there? Isn't his performance too dedicated?"

"This person..." Jon glanced at Mundungus: "He has nothing to do with me. I didn't arrange for him to do this. I have never liked people like him. People with his personality, I

How could he be allowed to do these things?

I'm afraid he'll mess things up, and it won't be good for us if he knows too many secrets."

"Then it's not easy for them to actually think of catching this person. You must tell Joanne that it's really funny to include this story."

"What did you say?"

Jon seemed to hear something and asked reflexively.

"I said this story is really funny."

"It's not this, it's the previous sentence."

"I said you ask Joanne to write this story in."

Jon was silent.

Cinnabar could also tell that after saying this, Jon suddenly fell into a heavy thinking state. Although she didn't know what Jon was thinking, she still wisely shut her mouth.

Jon is silent.

He was not thinking, just recalling something.

In other words, it can't be regarded as one thing. He is recalling the things he has experienced, especially those that have popped up in his mind recently.

Those things seemed very ordinary, similar to every little thing that normal people experience every day.

But it looks weird.

When he connected these things, he found that the pictures he remembered in his memory were like stories written by others, one by one, with no continuity in between.

That is, blur processing.

This kind of discontinuity often appears in film, television, dramas and novels. When scenes are transferred, pictures are switched, and time jumps, these stories will naturally appear in the next section, but between the two stories, the

After a while, it disappeared into thin air.

Theoretically speaking, this situation should not appear in human memory, because human memories are often lumped together and are mobilized together. Although a small piece of memory may be blurred between two memories,

But as long as we try hard to recall, we can always fill in that vague blank state to some extent.

But Jon's memory couldn't find the blurred part. In his memory, the content that should have appeared completely disappeared as if it had been erased by an eraser.

But those newly emerged memories are extremely clear.

It was as if it was new and he had just experienced it.

And another even weirder thing was that the story he had originally read, that is, the content of the "Harry Potter" set of books that he could still remember clearly in his mind a long, long time ago, at this moment

He remembered it again.

Maybe it was because of external stimulation, or maybe it was because of other reasons. He couldn't tell specifically, but the reality was that he remembered the contents of the book. To be precise, he remembered what he had just seen.

The content of a scene that took place at 12 Grimmauld Place.

He has never remembered so clearly, because the words written in the book cannot be clearly recorded. He does not have the ability to remember everything. Although his memory is better, it is nothing more than that.

He didn't deliberately recite the content of the book, but now it was as if there was a book in front of him, and he clearly knew what the content of this story was.

And the shocking thing is.

Everything that just happened in the picture was no different from what was described in the book.

This is unreasonable.

If the world he is experiencing now is not the real world, but a scene described in a book, then he can accept it calmly, but he knows very well that what he is facing now is a real world. This world

Truth is powerful and exists independently.

So.

What is the reason?

He had never thought about this problem before, but now he suddenly remembered it.
To be continued...