Mundundus interrogated

Harry interrogates Mundungus Fletcher over the missing locket, aided by Kreacher wielding a saucepan

Extract from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

By J.K. Rowling

‘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 feet, 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 honours,’ 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 an’ she come up to me an’ asks if I’ve got a licence for trading in magical artefacts. 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 an’ 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 Potter and the Deathly Hallows

By J.K. Rowling