Taking a bag of money from Kreacher, who appeared, I left the house, walking to the dark alley from which I usually apparate. That's exactly what I did this ti, but I had to apparate as much as four blocks to the address I needed — I simply haven't been there yet. Moving at a moderately fast pace through the streets of a residential area of London at night, I took a Two-way mirror out of my pocket. Only now I realized that I had not cast a muggle-repellent charm, and taking out my wand, unnoticed by a possible observer, corrected this issue as soon as I entered the shadow of the house.
Tapping my wand on the mirror, I put it back in the holster on my forearm and waited for an answer. For a dozen seconds, I had to just go and look at the mirror, but my reflection was replaced by Tonks's sleepy face, wrapped in a blanket. She was clearly lying in bed, and with a sleepy look full of discontent, she was trying to focus on . She succeeded pretty quickly.
"Hey, um... Wanted sothing, huh? It's the middle of the night. You know? M-yes?"
Tonks's eyes began to close, so I resorted to ergency asures, copying Moody's voice.
"Wake up, Auror Tonks!" I barked into the mirror.
Tonks imdiately jumped up on the bed and apparently stood on it with her feet. She was dressed in so sort of dinsionless pink shirt, and around I could make out a quite ordinary but old-fashioned room for one person. Nymphadora looked at with her eyes wide open, holding a mirror at arm's length in front of her. Her gaze cleared quickly, and the girl was about to give out an angry speech, as evidenced by her flushed hair, but I beat her to it.
"Help and consultation are required. Right now."
"R-r-r..." Nymphadora literally crushed the incipient curses, quickly coming back to normal and sitting down on the bed. "Tell ."
I outlined the situation in a nutshell.
"How to make an application to the DMLE quickly?"
"Oh, it's a lot of bureaucracy. You'll sit there all day. And there's no reception tomorrow."
"Um... Weekend? It's a law enforcent agency."
"That's the norm, isn't it?"
"No."
"I don't know," Tonks shrugged. "Duty officers and patrols work, but the application has to go through a bunch of departnts, and they don't work."
"I see. Then I need your help. Can you arrange and register everything bypassing the bureaucracy?"
"And how do you imagine it?" Tonks was quite seriously indignant, although I can see from the look that she is also worried about the current situation. "I will co to the ministry and imdiately to the head of the DMLE for a signature?"
"Even so," I nodded.
"I'm a junior auror, Max. I don't have such privileges."
"Arrogance" is the second happiness. Take Moody with you and storm the office you need. He may be crazy, but he can get in all the doors. I owe you a favor.
Tonks clearly imagined this process and was noticeably depressed.
"I need a parchnt with your signature because there will be a statent on your behalf?"
"Yes, as the victim's ntor."
"ntor? So you're already an apprentice? In what?" Nymphadora asked much more lively, changing her hair color a couple of tis.
"Master of Transfiguration, Miss Tonks," I held up my hand with the ring.
"Oh... Wow!" Tonks jumped up from the bed. "But... How? Wow!"
"It's a secret between you and , Nymphadora."
Upon hearing her na, Tonks was about to be outraged, and even her hair turned scarlet, but seeing my serious face, she only smirked.
"Excellent, Master Knight."
"One more thing. We don't know if the other two girls, or rather their relatives, will decide to make things public."
"Then two parchnts with a signature, the chapeau "Statent," addressed to the Head of the Departnt of Magical Law Enforcent Alia Bones, outlining the events and the essence of the statent on both options. Attached docunts?"
"I'll let you know later."
"Good. Write, fill out, send. When you decide on the list of docunts and applications - send certified copies, we will write them down. I'll fill out the rest on the way."
"Great. I'll be in touch."
Closing the mirror, I looked around — I almost reached the right apartnt building. It seems that not only the Blacks settled in the city at one ti. The right house was sowhat similar to the one on Grimmauld Place, but at the sa ti, the neighborhood was clearly richer, and the facades tidier. Fresh window fras, clean brick walls, a well-grood and pleasant backyard with a playground and everything like that, a view of which opened from around the corner of the house.
As I thought, the door I needed, unlike the others in this house, was the entrance to the apartnt and not to the stairs with apartnts. Using a massive tal ring, I knocked on the door. There was no answer. Waiting... Nobody. I knocked again. The door creaked open, and a middle-aged house-elf poked his head out. Although he wore a toga made of a white sheet, he looked almost like an emperor.
"Late guests are highly undesirable in the house of the esteed Mr. Guber," the house-elf spoke reproachfully, nodding a couple of tis at the end, adding importance to his words.
"A matter of urgent importance. Extra galleons for inconveniences. Tell him, esteed house-elf, that Mr. Guber is being called by a representative of the Black House."
The "esteed house-elf" was imbued with the fact that he was "esteed," hesitated a little, but opened the door wider, inviting in.
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