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121| Ministry Infiltration

''𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚?''

𝗞𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗗𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘆. It was a nice surprise to see the familiar house elf- not Kreacher, I didn't miss him during the time he was gone. Hermione tried showing sympathy for him, but he always turned it down. Hermione just doesn't know when to stop and face the fact that he's downright annoying and cold-hearted. 

Mundungus seemed worried when he found out that Kreacher brought him back to Grimmauld Place, more worried to find out that the four of us had been waiting for him there. We had interrogated him. I thought it was useless at first, seeing as he's a wimp when it comes to most things like this. But, we happened to get a good bit of information from him. 

It just depends on how you look at it.

Mundungus had taken the locket the night he came by. Along with a few other things that Harry and Kreacher had been mad about, but the locket was the main objective. It was a Horcrux after all, a tool to defeat Voldemort once and for all. We asked who he sold the locket to, which took a little while. 

Kreacher kept pointing Mundungus' wand at him, threatening him to keep talking. Dobbt had gotten new pair of shoes, which Ron had complimented on and Dobby seemed more then happy. Mundungus continued to talk, saying that he sold everything that he had stolen. What a hermit. 

He came back here to Grimmauld Place while Mad-eye was risking his life. He came back here and raided the place, knowing that Sirius couldn't stop him from stealing anything. And out of pure greed, he took the locket with him and went off and sold it. Honestly, how much lower could this guy stoop? 

I lashed out at him once. It was bad. I whipped out my wand from my pocket and pointed it at the small man, an Unforgivable Curse waiting just on the tip of my tongue. Which one? One that wouldn't cause fatal damage. Kreacher glanced at me with an expression that seemed a bit frightened, but he stood with the wand still in his hand. 

Mundungus fell backwards, hands covering his face like the coward that he is. In the end, I was put in the back of the room, a fair distance between Mundungus and I. Ron had taken my wand, since Hermione didn't want me to kill the man just yet. I didn't need it anyway, there are plenty of things in the kitchen that I could use to kill the man.

Hermione didn't think much on that part, going back to listening to Mundungus. He finally told us who had bought the locket from him. Funny enough, they were on The Daily Prophet, wearing the locket around their neck. But I scowled at it. I would've been smiling at the sight of the locket, but it was just the particular person who was wearing said object. 

Dolores Umbridge had Slytherin's Locket. Of course, it had to be someone everyone absolutely hates. 

So, that's how we ended up back in the city. We had a plan, one that had been thought through for a good three hours on our arrival. Ron was outside, looking around the corner as people walked back and forth. I peeked through the door of the other side of the road.