Mundungus stepped into Rita's house, his gaze sweeping quickly across every corner of the living room, trying to catch any possible clues or anomalies. The living room was furnished simply yet elegantly, exuding a faint scent of ink that suited Rita's identity as a journalist well.
On the table in the living room, two cups of tea were still giving off wisps of steam, quietly resting there. Evidently, Rita already had a visitor before Mundungus arrived. Mundungus's eyes lingered on the teacups for a moment, and a muttered thought stirred in his mind.
However, Mundungus did not immediately show his curiosity and confusion. He put on an air of nonchalance, his face still wearing that rogue-like smile, as if he cared nothing about what was right in front of him.
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