Rather than give the ex-mafia moron’s invisibility cloak away, I incorporated it into my wardrobe. Nearly a fortnight later, I silently crept through Piazza San Pietro once more, dressed rather differently. Yes, stealing is wrong, I agree, but this needs to be done.' There isn’t a muggle bank in England I couldn’t get into, rob blind and waltz 'It would probably get you taken away in a straight jacket.' Would telling his secretary that I was trying to save the world from an evil man get me in?' 'I suppose I’d have to have a good reason for a personal meeting. 'Oh, I suppose I’d actually have to ask him personally first. 'Would he just hand the journal over to me?' 'This larceny! You are planning on stealing from the Pope!'
I raised my eyebrows, giving her a questioning look. 'Harry James Potter! I cannot believe you are even considering this, this…' She had gone from shrill withĭisbelief to icily silent within a minute. Not after what Dumbledore had done to me in the past. While I’d been sorely tempted to lie, I just couldn’t justify that to myself. Not that I’d gone out of my way to explain them to her, but she had refused to help until I’d told her what I’d be using the itemsįor in the first place.
Hermione had not been impressed with my plans.
