HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Chapter 202 The Curse of the House

Without waiting for others to ask, Gloria took the initiative to say, "In addition to the various protective and concealing magics cast by my grandfather, I have also added a layer of curse to this house. Anyone with bad intentions will be cursed accordingly depending on the degree of their malice."

"That Mungston committed theft. The curse is not particularly severe, and he has been in this condition for at least three days. During this time, because of the curse, he could vaguely know that his problems were related to the house."

In other words, the other party probably knew the reason, but still hoped that Dumbledore would lift the curse and completely get what he stole.

Mrs. Weasley took a long breath, "Kingsley, Sirius, this matter needs to be made clear to Dumbledore. We are just staying here temporarily. He should change his criminal ways!"

Being a member of the Order of the Phoenix with such a person is really...

Sirius supported the table with one hand and said to Gloria with an apologetic look, "We didn't take good care of the house, and this happened."

"It doesn't matter." Gloria didn't care. "You can't keep an eye on him. Anyway, the house is cursed, but as long as you don't do anything bad, it won't affect the people living here."

This was a curse that she and Jörmungandr had cast together.

Kingsley straightened his robes, "The curse of this house is very interesting. With this layer of 'protection', we can feel more at ease when we come here."

"That's right," said another Ministry official. "Now that the Mungston issue has been resolved, we need to return to the Ministry first."

They came back in a hurry because they knew about the curse on the house, but it turned out to be a misunderstanding.

"Many people in the ministry have been very sensitive recently. We can't 'disappear' for too long."

The few of them exchanged a few words of greeting and quickly left the room.

Sirius said unhappily, "I hope he didn't sell the stuff."

If he really sold it, he would not persuade Leah to lift the curse.

"Probably not." Gloria said, "Knowing it's related to the house, it's likely that he didn't sell it directly."

Sirius said, "I will make it clear to Dumbledore that the man is indeed dishonest, but he is very loyal to Dumbledore."

This is also why he was able to join the Order of the Phoenix.

"I understand." Gloria asked in a cryptic way: "I heard that something happened in the Ministry of Magic recently. Can you handle it?"

That was the shit that Fudge had done, Sirius reacted, "It's still under control."

Seeing a few eager little ghosts outside the door, he put his hands on Gloria's shoulders and said, "Don't worry, we can handle it. How about having dinner together today?"

When he thought that Gloria knew about the Ministry of Magic, the first thing he thought of was that Lucius had delivered the information.

"Okay." She turned her head to look at Sirius, "Just can you please stop riding that motorcycle around recently? The Memory Deletion Command has modified the memories of three Muggles because they saw a motorcycle flying in the sky."

Mrs. Weasley glanced at Sirius. He was old enough to be a father, but he still loved taking risks and getting into trouble.

Sirius licked his lips. "Lucius is going to say this too..."

The remaining complaints were drowned out by Gloria and Mrs. Weasley.

Harry and the others stood at the door and laughed. Sirius used the excuse of checking the motorcycle to "escape" from the meeting room.

Gloria went to the room upstairs, her room, which was on the top floor and was decorated in the utmost luxury.

The elf dutifully brought them dessert and tea, but this time Kreacher didn't come along.

Hermione looked at the elf, wanting to say something but stopping herself from saying it.

Harry asked when he got to the room, "Leah, I heard your snake talking again."

Ron quickly swallowed the pudding in his mouth, "So what did the snake say with that expression on your face?"

"The thief," said Harry. "Mungston, that must be."

Hermione and Ginny were on the sofa together. Hermione, who was about to enter her fifth year, was already a delicate girl. "To be honest, everyone else is very nice, except for that Mungston, who looks like... a gangster."

Gloria put her hand under her hair on her shoulders, and when she took her hand back, the Jörmungandr was tucked into the back of her hand.

"The curse of the house was cast by him and me together."

"Snake..." Ginny probably still had a trauma about snakes, so she hid behind Hermione.

The Weasley twins conjured up chairs and placed them in front of Ginny.

Hermione was bold enough to lean forward and move closer, "He looks very special, is he poisonous?"

Jörmungandr lamented that he couldn't even roll his eyes at her, and he opened his mouth and complained to Gloria in a hissing voice.

"I am not a lowly creature that bites people."

Harry coughed and laughed.

Jörmungandr didn't let him go either, "What are you laughing at, you little brat who loves to wear an invisibility cloak."

Gloria touched his snake scales. "There is no poison in his body, only a curse."

Harry stared at the snake in amazement, "He knows me."

Before she could answer, Jörmungandr answered, "Of course I know. You and that brat went to the Forbidden Forest, but it was Apophis who protected you. Otherwise, you would have been eaten by those spiders."

"Apophis is another snake," Gloria explained considerately.

Except for Harry, everyone else couldn't understand Parseltongue and stared at him curiously.

"Ron," Harry nudged his friend. "Remember when we went to the Forbidden Forest in second year? Your feeling was right. There were indeed snakes following us out of the castle. No wonder I heard strange noises. Spiders are afraid of them!"

Ron looked at Jörmungandr's small frame with a look of disbelief on his face, "They...?"

Jörmungandr didn't want to pay any attention to the little ghosts and went back to his robe pocket to continue sleeping.

Gloria said, "It's all in the past. The trial on the 12th is coming up soon. Are you ready?"

Fred: "Dad will take Harry to the Ministry of Magic."

George: "Mom remembers time very well and will never be late."

Gloria nodded and said nothing more.

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Before dinner, Mungston returned all the stolen items. It must be said that he was very picky, including exquisite gold plates, jewel-encrusted curtains, and even a few tablecloths made of rare fabrics.

He has a sharp eye and these thefts are not easily discovered.

After the items were returned, all the pustules on his face disappeared and he probably won't have them again.

Back at Slytherin Manor, Gloria clicked on the two-way mirror to contact Draco. About ten minutes later, there was a response.

Draco's handsome, slightly tired face appeared in the mirror.

"Lori, how was your day?"

The boy's voice was relaxed and lazy, and Gloria couldn't help but smile.

"It was good. I saw a joke."

Draco in the mirror was sitting on a gilded chair, his gray-blue eyes made bright and deep by the soft light.

Gloria told him everything about Mungston, and the boy habitually said with contempt, "Dumbledore can't find anyone."

"Although he doesn't look like a good person, he must have accumulated some special skills from reselling stolen items. Who knows when they will come in handy."

She continued, "And he just happened to help me experiment with this curse...When are you free so I can visit Malfoy Manor."

The lazy boy's eyes lit up immediately, "Really? It can be done tomorrow. I'll make time with my father!"

Gloria stretched out her white fingers and touched Draco's face through the mirror. "Okay, tomorrow."