Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 594 Thief
“Of course it looks familiar,” Tierra said with a smile. “You even used it to drink wine last Christmas.”

“Last Christmas…” Ron repeated slowly, “Ah! I remember now! It was the Order of the Phoenix headquarters…yes, Sirius’s stuff!”

"Ah!" Harry finally realized. "Yes, it's Sirius's stuff! How did it end up in Mundungus Fletcher's hands?"

"Wow—"

Before Harry could react, a green flame suddenly appeared on the snow in front of them, and a short man with thinning, disheveled hair emerged from it—

It was Mundungus Fletcher who had just slipped away.

Mundungus Fletcher looked around suspiciously, his expression changing drastically when he saw Harry, and turning deathly pale when he saw Tyrell smiling at him.

"I, I, I, I, I, I..." Mundungus Fletcher stammered, trembling, whether from the biting cold wind or from being frightened by Tiera.

“Let me guess.” Tyella smiled as she approached Mundungus Fletcher and stopped a few meters away. “Because of Voldemort’s dormancy, the Phoenix Order headquarters, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, is quite empty. Moreover, with Sirius Black’s charges and arrest warrant being dropped, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place is practically deserted most of the time. So you’ve set your sights on those silver ornaments and precious antiques at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Am I right?”

"No, no!" Mundungus Fletcher hurriedly denied. "Yes, yes, yes, Sirius asked me to help sell it!"

“Are you serious?” Tiera retorted. “You should know that I only need a single bolt of lightning and a simple spell to immediately confirm the truth of what you’re saying with Sirius.”

“I, I, I, I, I,” Mundungus Fletcher stammered.

“You should know, Mr. Fletcher, that part of the assets you stole from 12 Grimmauld Place also belonged to me,” Tierra said calmly.

"Wh-wh-what?" Mundungus Fletcher's face turned ashen, as if in disbelief, and he looked at Tiera in shock, asking in a trembling voice.

“Mr. Black’s brother, Regulus Black, infiltrated Voldemort’s ranks as an undercover agent during the fight against Voldemort over a decade ago,” Tierra said calmly. “Unfortunately, Voldemort discovered his infiltration plan, and after seemingly passing on important intelligence to us, he was never heard from again.”

“I once agreed as an outsider to help Sirius Black find his brother’s body, in exchange for a third of the Black family’s wealth,” Tierra said. “He agreed and made an unbreakable vow, but unfortunately I died once, and the unbreakable vow was automatically broken. However, legally speaking, you did steal a third of my wealth.”

"I, I, I, I, I, I, I don't, no, no, I don't know!" Mundungus Fletcher almost cried. "Give it to you, give it all to you, I, I, I, I."

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Mundungus Fletcher,” Tierra said sadly, “you are suspected of theft of property, and the amount is quite large. This cannot be settled privately. Although I am also very reluctant to send a key member of the Order of the Phoenix to jail, I’m sorry I have no other choice.”

“What? Oh. No, no, no, no. I, I, I, I, I, I, I.” Mundungus Fletcher stammered, trying to argue.

“Alright, I think I should notify the enforcement team,” Tierra said with a smile. “After all, I’m just a student and don’t have any enforcement authority. This kind of thing should be handled by professionals.”

As soon as Tiera finished speaking, a portal of light opened behind Mundungus, and two Tiera dressed in Auror attire emerged from it, flanking Mundungus Fletcher on either side.

“Thank you so much for calling the police, Mr. Tierra.” Tierra, who was supporting Mundungus from the left, adjusted the brim of his hat and said to Tierra, “You are a very righteous little wizard.” “I hope everyone can be as righteous as you,” Tierra, who was supporting Mundungus from the right, also praised.

“Thank you for your hard work, gentlemen Aurors,” Tierra said.

“It’s not hard work,” the two Aurora said almost in unison. “Serving the people is our mission and duty.”

“Well then, we’ll take the prisoner away first. Have a nice day,” Aurora said.

“After we finish the interrogation, we may need you to give a statement,” another Auroritera said.

“No problem,” Tierra replied. “Assisting the investigations of the Auror regime is the duty of every citizen.”

Upon hearing Tiera's answer, the two Aurors nodded in satisfaction, then, supporting the shouting and fleeing Mundungus Fletcher, they entered the portal.

The portal disappeared, and the surroundings seemed to return to calm.

"Are you serious?" Hermione asked, puzzled. "Are you serious?"

"Are you really going to put on this show?" Hermione asked, puffing out her cheeks. "It's all your fault, why don't you just have them kidnap Mundungus?"

“We are a fair, free, democratic, and civilized political party,” Tierra said. “We enforce the law with a focus on both procedural and substantive justice.”

Hermione: "."

Hermione opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything. Instead, she silently gave a disapproving look and took the lead into the Three Broomsticks bar.

After the four men entered the bar, they each ordered a butterbeer and started drinking.

Hermione seemed a little unhappy because she had just been retorted by Tyrell.

Harry was also drinking alone, perhaps because he had discovered that Tyrell had some secrets she hadn't told him, or perhaps because he was frustrated that Sirius, his only family member, was also hiding something from him.

But as Harry drank, he reconsidered. This matter involved Sirius's brother, which, in a sense, seemed to be Sirius's private affair. Moreover, respect for the deceased was paramount, and it seemed that Sirius hadn't discussed it with him at all.

Ron, who seemed to be the most cunning person in the room, also appeared somewhat absent-minded. He only drank half of his butterbeer before stopping, and his eyes kept wandering around, glancing at Hermione one moment and then elsewhere the next.
“How about we go back to school today?” Tierra said after finishing a glass of butterbeer. “With this weather and what just happened, I don’t think any of us are in the mood to enjoy this rare free time, are we?”

(End of this chapter)