Chapter 275 Mundungus and Azkaban (Supplementary)
The end is impossible - Andrew knows why the batter did it this way.
It is really a headache for minors to cast spells outside of school. Let the students run away, and then report that it is impossible to identify who did it, so that the unlucky students will not have their school status stolen because a thief was caught outside the school. Lost it.
This is a very humane measure - the corresponding merits and the handling of thieves are not easy to handle.
Catching people and taking stolen goods has no victims. If you catch a thief, your performance will not be good, and the punishment for the attacker will not be easy to deal with.
However, Andrew was not going to let go of the guy who might attack the students - no matter what, he was a walking threat.
It’s so bad that the student steals or even brazenly commits suicide because he leaves school privately and doesn’t dare to report it?
This is simply bad to the core.
If he hadn't attacked the students, he would have had to teach him a harsher lesson - he hadn't deliberately targeted anyone, and he couldn't let go of being beaten up by someone else.
After returning to school from the gate, he even just put a box in the dormitory and walked towards Professor McGonagall's office - at worst, he would be criticized one after another, and he had to send the guy in in a legal and reasonable manner.
"Tyler? Are you back so early?"
Professor McGonagall was processing official documents and looked at Andrew curiously - although Andrew's daily performance was considered diligent, he definitely did not love work so much.
"I ran into some trouble, Professor," Andrew said cautiously, "I fought with a thief in Hogsmeade..."
"Fighted?"
< br>Professor McGonagall repeated, with a bit of surprise on her face, "That shouldn't be the case. Logically speaking, you are the one who immediately called for help or the strikers - are you the target?"
"Yes, I don't know why he would target my money bag, which is not too big."
Andrew shook his head, "And that person's strength does not look like a little thief."
“Very strong?”
Professor McGonagall became more interested, “In Hogsmeade? You didn’t reveal your itinerary, right?”
“I’m sorry, Professor," Andrew thought about it, "I seem to have told a lot of people."
"What about the other party? He ran away?"
"That's not true. After I subdued him, I asked the beater to take him away - but after I asked, the other party seemed to be relatively oily and didn't say his name. Tell me your purpose."
Andrew told the truth.
"That's good. You go and deal with your access documents, then sign a theft investigation assignment to yourself, and get a thank you letter for the striker, and send it to Magic along with the above documents. Department of Legal Enforcement."
Professor McGonagall nodded, "No matter what his purpose is, theft and assault, the charges must be proven first."
Thank you letter?
Andrew was stunned for a moment - as soon as this letter came out, this incident became a typical example, and I am afraid the punishment will be increased.
However, the more serious it is, the more serious it will be. Whether the other party is really guilty of committing heinous crimes against students or has been bribed, he is worthy of this treatment.
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"Name."
"Mundungus Fletcher."
The captured Mundungus answered honestly - Merlin's beard. He had just suffered heavy losses recently and wanted to make some money to regain his health. As a result, A dwarf wizard can fight so well!
At least the fifth-grade students look like second- and third-grade dolls!
Just that reaction, that casting speed, that magic intensity, it’s more than a fifth grader, maybe a sixth or seventh grade guy!
‘You deserve to be so short! ’
He cursed in his heart - today he was overturned and was blocked by a batter.
Even Arthur Weasley only withheld part of his goods. He easily escaped with Apparition, but today he completely overturned!
By the time the spell, which was either transformation or magic, was cast, he would no longer be able to use Apparition!
Merlin's Beard, a student actually mastered the spell to limit apparation!
‘Fortunately, the other party ran away, otherwise today’s matter would be really difficult to deal with. ’ “Answer the question honestly!”
The batter's rough shout came, but he did not dare to say anything in protest.
“Yes, yes, sir.”
“Why attack the students?”
“Not an attack, not an attack, just trying to touch the wallet with a magic item That’s it, it’s my first time doing this kind of thing, sir!”
He tried to look sincere.
After all, he didn’t tell too many lies—this was really his first time committing a crime this year.
He made a lot of money from some smuggled alchemy props and divination equipment a few years ago, but this time the goods were detained and the loss was a bit big. I have no choice but to go back to my old business.
"Do you think I am a fool?",
"No, I am really unjust! I just want to get some galleons to fill my stomach. Even students can find it clumsy. Me. And I’m the only one injured, sir..."
Mundungus began to complain - since the other party didn't dare to show up anyway, he could just make it up.
The interrogating striker was very sure at this moment that there was not a word of truth in this guy's mouth, but the most he could do was give him a short-term detention.
Petit theft is not burglary, it will not go to the courtroom, and it will not go to Azkaban.
So the old fritter in front of me is confident - as for the last shipment, because he didn't catch it on the spot, this guy even dared to say that it was just a compliment in the past, which is really difficult to deal with.
Mundungus almost couldn't hold back his smile - he looked at the other person with an expression of fake regret and fear.
He has figured out this kind of thing a long time ago, and has basically never overturned.
If the dwarf senior hadn't been too cruel today, nothing would have happened to him!
‘I was detained for a few days, and this time I didn’t even lose any goods, so there was no loss. Anyway, I didn’t go to Azkaban. This kind of thing is so easy. ’
But a smiling beater ran over to him while he was pretending to be scared and handed him a letter.
He immediately felt something was wrong - because the two people opposite him laughed as they looked at it.
The look he was looking at was not right either. The original hatred and disgust turned into ecstasy, as if what the two of them were staring at was not themselves, but a pile of shining Galleons.
This look made him feel chilled.
"You're done."
Mundungus heard the beater say in a cheerful voice, "Yes, you're done, and no one can save you."< br>
"Hogwarts sent a letter of thanks - they received reports of multiple thefts, sent a student over to assist in the investigation, and found you, and then with the help of the striker, You're caught."
Mundungus took a breath.
He is not a fool - no, he is indeed a fool now.
There are both witnesses and physical evidence, and even those cases that had nothing to do with him in the past were imputed to him - he is now in the case of the promotion of striker in front of him, and the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts are cooperating in a friendly manner typical.
The worst thing happened, that dwarf was a prefect!
‘It’s over, I’m going to Azkaban…’
Such thoughts surfaced and then refused to go away.
(End of this chapter)