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Chapter 275: Mundungus and Azkaban (Supplement)
There was no way it could be over - and Andrew knew why the hitter had done it that way.

Things like minors performing spells outside of school are indeed a headache. If a student is allowed to run away and the report is written that it is impossible to identify who did it, the unlucky student will not lose his or her student status because of catching a thief outside of school.

This is a very humane measure - but the corresponding achievements and the handling of thieves are not easy to get.

If you catch a thief and seize the stolen goods but there is no victim, your performance will not look good and it will be difficult to punish the attacker.

However, Andrew did not intend to let go of the guy who might attack the students - in every way, he was a walking threat.

It's so evil that they steal or even commit violence just because students leave school privately and dare not report it?
This is simply bad to the core.

If he hadn't attacked a student, he would have had to give him a more severe lesson - he hadn't deliberately targeted anyone, and being beaten up by hired thugs would never be let off.

After returning to school from the main gate, he even just put the box in the dormitory and walked towards Professor McGonagall's office - at most he would be criticized, but he had to send that guy in according to the law and in a reasonable manner.

"Taylor? Back so early?"

Professor McGonagall was processing official documents and looked at Andrew curiously. Although Andrew was diligent in his daily work, he definitely did not love his work that much.

"I got into some trouble, Professor," Andrew said cautiously, "I got into a fight with a thief in Hogsmeade..."

"Do it?"

Professor McGonagall repeated, with a look of surprise on her face, "That shouldn't be the case. You should be the one to call for help or strikers right away - are you the target?"

"Yes, I don't know why he would target my not-so-fat wallet."

Andrew shook his head, “And that person’s strength is indeed not like that of a petty thief.”

"Very strong?"

Professor McGonagall became more interested. "In Hogsmeade? You didn't tell me where you were going?"

"I'm sorry, Professor," Andrew thought, "I think I told a lot of people."

"What about the other party? Did he run away?"

"No, I subdued him and let the striker take him away. But when I asked him, he seemed to have a slicked-back look. He didn't say his name or explain his purpose."

Andrew told the truth.

"That's good. Go and process your incoming and outgoing documents, then sign a theft investigation assignment for yourself, and write a thank you letter to the striker, and send it to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement along with the above documents."

Professor McGonagall nodded. "Whatever his intention, it's theft and assault. We need to prove the charges first."

Thank you letter?
Andrew was stunned - once this letter came out, this incident would become a typical example, and the punishment would probably be increased.

However, the punishment will be aggravated, no matter if the other party is truly guilty of a heinous crime against students or has been bribed, he deserves this treatment.

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"Name."

"Mundungus Fletcher."

The captured Mundungus answered honestly - Merlin's beard, he just suffered heavy losses recently and wanted to make some money to recover, but it turned out that a dwarf wizard was so powerful!
At least a fifth grade student looks like a second or third grade kid!
Judging from his reaction, casting speed, and magic strength, he is more than a fifth grader, maybe a sixth or seventh grader!
'You deserve to be so short!'

He cursed in his heart - today was a bad day, he was blocked by a striker.

Even Arthur Weasley only detained some of his goods, and he easily escaped by using Apparition, but today he was completely defeated!

By the time that spell, whether it was transfiguration or a magic spell, was cast, he could no longer use Apparition!

Merlin's beard, a student actually mastered the spell to restrict Apparition!

"Fortunately, the other party ran away, otherwise today's matter would be really difficult to deal with." "Answer the question honestly!"

The striker's rude shouts were heard, but he dared not utter any words of protest.

"Yes, yes, sir."

“Why attack students?”

"It wasn't an attack, it wasn't an attack, I just wanted to use a magic item to touch a wallet, that's all. This is the first time I've done something like this, sir!"

He tried to look sincere.

After all, he didn't tell many lies - this was his first crime this year.

Years ago, he made a lot of money by smuggling alchemy tools and divination instruments, but this time the goods were seized and the loss was quite large. He had no choice but to return to his old business.

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

"No, I am really innocent! I just wanted to get some Galleons to fill my stomach, but even students can see how clumsy I am. Besides, I am the only one injured, sir..."

Mundungus began to cry out for injustice - since the other party didn't dare to show up, he could just make up a story.

The interrogating striker was now certain that the guy was not telling the truth, but the most he could do was to give him a short term of detention.

Petty theft is not burglary, and will not lead to a trial or even Azkaban.

So the old fox in front of him is fearless - as for the goods from last time, because he was not caught on the spot, this guy even dared to say outrageous words such as he was just there to show his support. It is really difficult to deal with.

Mundungus could hardly suppress a smile—he looked at the other with a fake expression of regret and fear.

He had already figured out this kind of thing, and basically had never failed.

If that short senior hadn't been so ruthless today, he would have been fine!
'Just a few days of detention. This time, even the goods were not lost, so there is no loss. Anyway, I won't be sent to Azkaban. This kind of thing is too easy.'

But a smiling beater came running over as he pretended to be scared and handed him a letter.

He immediately felt something was wrong - because the two people opposite him started laughing as they watched.

The look in their eyes when they looked at him was not right either, it changed from hatred and disdain to ecstasy, as if the two of them were staring at a pile of shining Galleons instead of themselves.

This look made him feel cold.

"you are done."

Mundungus heard the beater say in a cheerful voice, "Yes, you are finished, and there is no one to save you."

"Hogwarts sent a thank you letter - they received multiple reports of thefts and sent a student to help investigate. They found you, and then with the help of the Beater, you were arrested."

Mundungus took a breath.

He is not a fool - no, he is indeed a fool now.

There are witnesses and evidence, and even those cases that had nothing to do with him in the past were linked to him - he is now the example of the striker's promotion, a typical example of friendly cooperation between the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts.

The worst thing has happened, the shorty is a prefect!

"It's over. I'm going to Azkaban..."

Such thoughts emerged and then refused to dissipate.

(End of this chapter)