"Just so you know, none of the rest of us can Apparate."
"Well, you're a bunch of heroes, but I never pretended to say I was going to give up my life —"
"We're not interested in why you left the Mad-Eye and ran."
Harry held his wand close to Mundungus's swollen, bloodshot eyes. "We already know you're an unreliable piece of shit."
"Then why does the house-elf keep pestering me?
Is it about the cups again?
I haven't got any left, or you can take them — "
"It's not about the cups, but it's a little more likely," said Harry. "Shut up and listen."
It felt good to have something to do, to get some truth out of someone.
Harry's wand was now so close to the bridge of Mundungus's nose that the fellow's eyes were cross-eyed.
"When you took everything of value in this house —"
But Mundungus interrupted him again. "The Sirius never cared about that rubbish —"
There was a clatter of footsteps, a flash of brass, a loud clang, and a howl of pain: Creech rushed forward and hit Mundungus hard on the head with the pan.
"Tell him to stop, tell him to stop, he ought to be locked up!"
Cried Mundungus, cowering. Kreacher lifted the thick-bottomed pot again.
"Creech, no!"
Creech's thin arms trembled under the heavy pan, still held aloft.
"Can we do it again, Master Harry? Let's get some good luck."
Ron smiled.
"We need him sane, Creech, but if he needs persuasion, you can do it."
"Thank you very much, master."
Creech bowed and stepped back, his large, pale eyes still fixed on Mundungus with loathing.
"When you took everything of value you could find in this house," Harry said again, "you took a number of things from the kitchen cupboard, and among them was a locket."
Harry's mouth was suddenly dry. He could feel Ron and Hermione's nervousness and excitement.
"Where did you put it?"
"Why?" asked Mundungus. "Is it worth much?"
"It's still with you!"
"No, not anymore," Ron said shrewdly. "He was wondering if he should have sold it for more."
"More expensive?" Mundungus said, "That's not difficult at all... Damn it, didn't I give it away? There's no other way. "
"What do you mean?"
"I was selling goods at Diagon Alley. That woman came over and asked me if I had a license to sell magic products. That damned sh * t stirrer. She was going to fine me, but she suddenly took a fancy to the locket. She said that she would let me off this time. She even said that I was lucky."
"Who is that woman?"
"I don't know. It should be the old witch from the Ministry of Magic."
Mundungus frowned and thought for a while.
"She's a little girl with a bow on her head."
He frowned and added, "It looks like a toad."
Harry dropped his wand and hit Mundungus on the nose, sending red sparks into his eyebrows and setting them ablaze.
"Clear water like a spring!"
Hermione screamed, and a stream of clear water gushed from the end of her staff over Mundungus's face, but he choked and coughed.
…
"Hahahahaha, this is so interesting. What a good show."
On the island, Zhusha burst into laughter.
She waved her hand and turned off the television in front of her, or rather, dissipated directly. Even the raw materials turned into a pile of powder and dissipated into the sea.
"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 say the same thing. What's so funny about this?"
"That may be because the two of us have different brain circuits. Anyway, I think it's quite funny. Look, this person's hair is burning!"
Zhusha took a breath and said, "Did you arrange for this person to go over as well? His performance is too professional, isn't it? "
"This person …" Jon glanced at Mundungus. "He has nothing to do with me. I didn't arrange for him to do this. I've never liked people like him. With his personality, how could I let him do this?
I'm afraid he'll mess things up. It won't do us any good if he knows too many secrets. "
"Then it's not easy for them to think of capturing this person. You must tell Joanne to include this part of the story. It's really too funny."
"What did you say?"
Jon seemed to have heard something and asked reflexively.
"I said this part of the story is really too funny."
"Not this part. It's the previous part."
"I said, get Joanne to include this part of the story."
Jon was silent.
Zhusha could also see that after saying this, Jon suddenly fell into a state of deep thought. Although she didn't know what Jon was thinking, she cleverly shut her mouth.
Jon was silent.
He wasn't thinking. He was just recalling something.
Or rather, it couldn't be considered a thing. He was recalling the things he had experienced, especially the things that had recently appeared in his mind.
Those things seemed very ordinary. They were not much different from the small things that a normal person would experience every day.
But it looked very strange.
When these things were connected, it was discovered that the scenes in his memory were like a story written by someone else. They were paragraphs, and the middle was not continuous.
In other words, they were blurred.
This kind of discontinuous situation often appeared in movies, TV series, and novels. When the scene changed, the scene changed, and the time jumped, these stories would naturally appear in the next paragraph, but the period of time between the two stories would disappear into thin air.
In theory, this kind of situation shouldn't appear in a human's memory. Because human memories were often connected, when they were moved, they would be moved together. Although a small part of the two memories could be blurred, as long as one tried hard to recall, they would always be able to fill in the blurred blank state.
But Jon couldn't find the blurred part in his memory. In his memory, the original content that should have appeared seemed to have been erased by an eraser, completely disappearing.
But the newly emerging memories were incomparably clear.
It was as if they were new, as if he had just experienced them.
And another thing that was even stranger was that the story he had read a long time ago, the content of the "Harry Potter" books that he could still remember clearly in his mind, at this moment, he remembered it again.
Maybe it was because of external stimulation, or maybe it was because of some other reason. He couldn't tell the specifics, but the reality was that he remembered the content of the book. To be precise, he remembered the content of the scene he had just seen in Grimmauld Square 12.
He had never remembered it so clearly, because the words written in the book could not be clearly recorded. He didn't have the ability to remember everything. Although his memory was better, that was all.
He didn't deliberately memorize the content of the book, but now it was as if there was a book in front of him. He clearly knew what the content of this story was.
And the shocking thing was.
What happened in the scene just now was no different from what was described in the book.
This didn't make sense.
If the world he was experiencing now was not a real world, but a scene described in a book, then he could accept it calmly. However, he was very clear that what he was facing now was a real world. This world had real power, and it existed independently.
Then.
What was the reason?
He hadn't figured it out before, but now he suddenly remembered.
The operation of the world did not operate according to the will of people. He made a plan to interfere with Harry's actions, but he only made a plan within the framework. It was impossible to structure every step in an orderly manner, and how the world itself worked had nothing to do with people.
After all, the world was so big, and people were so small.
If you believe that you can affect the operation of the world by doing something, you may not be too conceited.
Jon always knew that his own power was not enough, so he always chose to take advantage of the situation when he did things. How the world changed was not within his consideration. He often chose to follow the direction of change and make his own decisions. As for the change of the world itself, it operated according to the law of the change of the world.
He pushed the energy of the Magic World back up because the energy of the Magic World itself had to go back up. What he did was nothing more than to speed up the process, but not to reverse a declining Magic World.
That situation was impossible and unrealistic.
And back to the problem he was facing, what Harry and the others were doing couldn't be changed just because he came up with a plan.
It was not wrong for the Phoenix Society to follow his orders, and he could also influence some of Hermione's decisions and then push Harry's actions.
But judging from the changes over the years, how could the decisions he made not be driven by some mysterious force?
Was this not possible?
He could make a plan for Harry's actions, but couldn't someone else make a plan for his actions?
But just like the plan he made, he didn't interfere with anything. He even suspected that even if he didn't do anything, Harry and the others would still do it to this point.
Mundungus was an example.
He had never signaled Mundungus to do anything, and in fact, he had forgotten about this person.
But it still happened, and this person still became a more important existence relative to the whole thing, because he brought a very important message to Harry.
It was about Voldemort's soul tool, Slythrin's Locket.
Destroying Soul Armaments wasn't a difficult task for Chown. He knew where every Soul Armament was stored, so it wasn't a problem for him to deal with them. It was just like how he could create fake Soul Armaments. When one's power reached a certain level, doing anything would become a lot easier.
After all, he was not Dumbledore. Dumbledore needed to figure out everything by himself, and he was best at relying on others. With Helga's help, these things became simple.
If it were not for the problem he was facing now, and Helga could not help, he would not be so troubled.
His problem was in his heart, so he could only figure it out by himself.
Now, he understood.
Assuming Chen Songyuan was the mastermind behind everything, then no matter what this person wanted to do to her, at least one thing could be proven.
He implemented a free-range policy, which meant that it was just like Jon set a framework for Harry's actions. This framework would lead Harry to a predetermined ending, but it had nothing to do with him.
The specific content needed to be extended by Jon himself.
As for the quality of the extension and the length of use, it was all within the allowable range of this framework.
What's more, he had experienced many things that happened in this state.
After all, it could not be a simple thing to bring him from one world to another.
The person behind it should have the power to override this world, or he could modify some specific information.
— — If this world was a game server.
This assumption was of course reasonable. After all, the World Will had this kind of ability. He could change those derived worlds.
He could even destroy them directly and then recover them.
He didn't know if it was right to use a low-level perspective to speculate on the behavior of a high-level "god", but now he had no other way.
Since there was no choice, he would give it a try.
This was because one thing was clear. The reason why these things appeared in his memory and he received the message from the World Tree was because the person or god behind it could not wait any longer.
There were many worlds in the universe, some of which had fast passage of time, some of which had slow passage of time, but in general, time was moving forward.
History could not be changed, it could only be created.
When a person tried to change a world with a little time, the original appearance of the world would not change. He would only create a new world starting from the timeline he wanted to deceive himself. However, in terms of the dimensions of the entire universe, there was no change.
Because no one could change.
So Jon believed that the reason why the person behind it began to be anxious was because in the dimension of the entire universe, he may have no time.
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