rified。 Ron got up； panting； and watched as Harry pointed his wand deliberately at Mundungus's nose。 Mundungus stank of stale sweat and tobacco smoke。 His hair was matted and his robes stained。
〃Kreacher apologizes for the delay in bringing the thief； Master；〃 croaked the elf。 〃Fletcher knows how to avoid capture； has many hidey…holes and acplices。 Nevertheless； Kreacher cornered the thief in the end。〃
〃You've done really well； Kreacher；〃 said Harry； and the elf bowed low。
〃Right； we've got a few questions for you；〃 Harry told Mundungus； who shouted at once。
〃I panicked； okay？ I never wanted to e along； no offense； mate； but I never volunteered to die for you； an' that was bleedin' You…Know…Who e flying at me； anyone woulda got outta there。 I said all along I didn't wanna do it …〃
〃For your information； none of the rest of us Disapparated；〃 said Hermione。
〃Well； you're a bunch of bleedin' 'eroes then； aren't you； but I never pretended I was up for killing meself …〃
〃We're not interested in why you ran out on Mad…Eye；〃 said Harry； moving his wand a little closer to Mundungus's baggy； bloodshot eyes。 〃We already knew you were an unreliable bit of scum。〃
〃Well then； why the 'ell am I being 'unted down by 'ouse…elves？ Or is this about them goblets again？ I ain't got none of 'em left； or you could 'ave 'em …〃
〃It's not about the goblets either； although you're getting warmer；〃 said Harry。 〃Shut up and listen。〃
It felt wonderful to have something to do； someone of whom he could demand some small portion of truth。 Harry's wand was now so close to the bridge of Mundungus's nose that Mundungus had gone cross…eyed trying to keep it in view。
〃When you cleaned out this house of anything valuable；〃 Harry began； but Mundungus interrupted him again。
〃Sirius never cared about any of the junk …〃
There was the sound of pattering fee； a blaze of shining copper； an echoing clang； and a shriek of agony； Kreacher had taken a run at Mundungus and hit him over the head with a saucepan。
〃Call 'im off； call 'im off； 'e should be locked up！〃 screamed Mundungus； cowering as Kreacher raised the heavy…bottomed pan again。
〃Kreacher； no！〃 shouted Harry。
Kreacher's thin arms trembled with the weight of the pan； still held aloft。
〃Perhaps just one more； Master Harry； for luck？〃
Ron laughed。
〃We need him conscious； Kreacher； but if he needs persuading； you can do the honors；〃 said Harry。
〃Thank you very much； Master；〃 said Kreacher with a bow； and he retreated a short distance； his great pale eyes still fixed upon Mundungus with loathing。
〃When you stripped this house of all the valuables you could find；〃 Harry began again； 〃you took a bunch of stuff from the kitchen cupboard。 There was a locket there。〃 Harry's mouth was suddenly dry： He could sense Ron and Hermione's tension and excitement too。 〃What did you do with it？〃
〃Why？〃 asked Mundungus。 〃Is it valuable？〃
〃You've still got it！〃 cried Hermione。
〃No； he hasn't；〃 said Ron shrewdly。 〃He's wondering whether he should have asked more money for it。〃
〃More？〃 said Mundungus。 〃That wouldn't have been effing difficult 。 。 。bleedin' gave it away； di'n' I？ No choice。〃
〃What do you mean？〃
〃I was selling in Diagon Alley and she e up to me and asks if I've got a license for trading in magical artifacts。 Bleedin' snoop。 She was gonna fine me； but she took a fancy to the locket an' told me she'd take it and let me off that time； and to fink meself lucky。〃
〃Who was this woman？〃 asked Harry。
〃I dunno； some Ministry hag。〃
Mundungus considered for a moment； brow wrinkled。
〃Little woman。 Bow on top of 'er head。〃
He frowned and then added； 〃Looked like a toad。〃
Harry dropped his wand： It hit Mundungus on the nose and shot red sparks into his eyebrows； which ignited。
〃iAquamenti！i〃 screamed Hermione； and a jet of water streamed from her wand； engulfing a spluttering and choking Mundungus。
Harry looked up and saw his own shock reflected in Ron's and Hermione's faces。 The scars on the back of his right hand seemed to be tingling again。
pC0=〃Chapter Twelve： Magic is Might〃
bChapter Twelve
iMagic is Mightib
As August wore on； the square of unkempt grass in the middle of Grimmauld Place shriveled in the sun until it was brittle and brown。 The inhabitants of number twelve were never seen by anyone in the surrounding houses； and nor was number twelve itself。 The muggles who lived in Grimmauld Place had long since accepted the amusing mistake in the numbering that had caused number eleven to sit beside number thirteen。
And yet the square was now attracting a trickle of visitors who seemed to find the anomaly most intriguing。 Barely a day passed without one or two people arriving in Grimmauld Place with no other purpose； or so it seemed； than to lean against the railings facing numbers eleven and thirteen； watching the join between the two houses。 The lurkers were never the same two days running； although they all seemed to share a dislike
for normal clothing。 Most of the Londoners who passed them were used to eccentric dressers and took little notice； though occasionally one of them might glance back； wondering why anyone would wear cloaks in this heat。
The watchers seemed to be gleaning little satisfaction from their vigil。 Occasionally one of them started forward excitedly； as if they had seen something interesting at last； only to fall back looking disappointed。
On the first day of September there were more people lurking in the square than ever before。 Half a dozen men in long cloaks stood silent and watchful； gazing as ever at houses eleven and thirteen； but the thing for which they were waiting still appeared elusive。 As evening drew in； bringing with it an unexpected gust of chilly rain for the first time in weeks； there occurred one of those inexplicable moments when they appeared to have seen something interesting。 The man with the twisted face pointed and his closest panion； a podgy； pallid man； started forward； but a moment later they had relaxed into their previous state of inactivity； looking frustrated and disappointed。
Meanwhile； inside number twelve； Harry had just entered the hall。 He had nearly lost his balance as he Apparated onto the top step just outside the front door； and thought that the Death Eaters might have caught a glimpse of his momentarily exposed elbow。 Shutting the front door carefully behind him； he pulled off the Invisibility Cloak； draped it over his arm； and hurried along the gloomy hallway toward the door that led to the basement； a stolen copy of the iDaily Propheti clutched in his hand。
The usual low whisper of 〃iSeverus Snapei〃 greeted him； the chill wind swept him； and his tongue rolled up for a moment。
〃I didn't kill you；〃 he said； once it had unrolled； then held his breath as the dusty jinx…figure exploded。 He waited until he was halfway down the stairs to the kitchen； out of earshot of Mrs。 Black and clear of the dust cloud； before calling； 〃I've got news； and you won't like it。〃
The kitchen was almost unrecognizable。 Every surface now shone； Copper pots and pans had been burnished to a rosy glow； the wooden tabletop gleamed； the goblets and plates already laid for dinner glinted in the light from a merrily blazing fire； on which a cau