Aberforth couldn't help but be stunned when he heard what Albert said, but he never thought that the other party had this idea. It's just that making potions with materials obtained from the black market, or making magic props requires complicated processes.
With technology, it felt incredible to hear it from a young wizard like Albert. Even a joke prop was not something a child could easily make.
However, Fred, George and Lee Jordan didn't think so. They were well aware of Albert's abilities, and naturally thought that what Albert said was reasonable. Some things cannot be obtained through formal channels, so they can only go to the black market.
If someone can help them in this regard, it will naturally save a lot of time and trouble.
Albert had no intention of continuing to dwell on these issues. He looked at Aberforth and asked, "How can I get the patron saint to speak?"
"Perhaps, you should master the physical patron saint first, and then consider this issue." Aberforth did not answer Albert's question.
"I think I will be able to master the physical Patronus soon." Albert said softly: "If you don't mind, we can have a good chat about how to make the Patronus speak before the Mr. Thief comes back, like this
The method of communication is very special. As far as I know, there are no relevant records in the library. If possible, I don’t want to miss this opportunity."
Aberforth narrowed his eyes. In the past, with his temper, he would have ignored the guy in front of him and would have kicked him out of the Pig's Head Bar. However, Albert's specialness caught his attention. Aberforth
Sisi wanted to see what other amazing things this guy in front of him would do.
"Knowledge is priceless." Aberforth said with a smile. This little old man now looked like a profiteer.
"Of course, my credibility is very reliable." Albert understood what the other party meant, didn't he just want money?
However, Albert was not someone who was taken advantage of. He raised his hands and asked: "What's the price?"
"Okay." Aberforth quickly calmed down the surprise on his face and nodded.
"However, before that, you must first teach me how to make the patron saint speak. After I learn it, I will pay you the other nine galleons." Albert stated his request.
"How will I know if you have mastered it?" Aberforth asked rhetorically.
"I think it will be almost at this time next year. Hagrid will be our witness." Albert looked at Hagrid and said, "Whether I have it or not, I will pay you the other nine galleons, but during this period you must
Tell me how to get the patron saint to speak."
"Many wizards fail to summon a physical patron saint throughout their lives." Aberforth said meaningfully. However, he agreed and found it very interesting.
He didn't understand where Albert's confidence came from, but this did not hinder his transaction with Albert.
"Under normal circumstances, if the physical Patronus cannot be summoned, it can only mean that they have never practiced the Patronus Charm diligently." Albert said calmly.
"What are you talking about, I can't understand it no matter what?" Hagrid was still a little confused about the situation.
However, Fred and others were in disbelief that Albert was willing to spend ten galleons to learn a spell from a guy who didn't look very reliable.
What's even more ridiculous is that they actually reached an agreement.
Mundungus didn't keep everyone waiting for too long, and hurried back quickly, holding a small bucket full of salt in his hand. He handed the bucket directly to Albert.
"You are very insincere." Albert glanced at the salt in the small bucket and did not reach out to pick it up. Instead, he looked at Mundungus with a careful look and said, "Trading must be done with integrity, even in the black market.
This relationship can last long enough.”
"Are you making fun of me?" Mundungus looked a little angry and shut up when he took out his wand, because he was shocked to find that his wand had been disarmed by the boy in front of him, and Fred and the others had also
He immediately pulled out the wand and pointed it at himself, looking eager to try.
"This requires five barrels. Maybe you should change to a larger barrel." Albert still kept a faint smile on his face, reminding Mundungus in a friendly manner.
"You're awesome." Mundungus took the wand thrown by Albert and apparated and disappeared.
"Where do you think that guy got the salt?" Li Jordan looked at the place where Mundungus disappeared and turned to ask Albert.
"Is this important? Nothing in the black market is ever clean." Of course Albert could guess that the bucket of salt was probably stolen from somewhere by Mundungus. However, Albert didn't care about these things.
The origin of the story, actually buying things on the black market, naturally I was mentally prepared.
After a while, Mundungus came back cursing and holding a large bucket full of salt.
"Your Galleons." Albert put a Galleons in Mundungus' hand and said with a smile: "Look, isn't this pretty good?"
After Mundungus saw Gallon, the dissatisfaction on his face disappeared.
This was a good deal for him. The salt and barrel were obtained from Muggles, and it only took a while to earn a galleon.
However, Mundungus soon saw a scene that silenced him. Albert waved his wand and cast a spell on the bucket of salt.
After a moment, he raised his head and said, "It seems that you did not use the copying spell to copy the salt."
Not only was Mundungus silent, but Fred and the others looked at Albert in astonishment.
"Is it weird? Isn't it weird? After all, you are dealing with people in the black market. There is nothing wrong with being careful." Albert's tone was still very calm, as if this was what he should have done.
"What if Mundungus uses the copying spell?" Aberforth asked curiously. The scene just now refreshed his understanding of Albert.
"What do you think?" Albert said with a half-smile.
The surroundings fell into a longer silence, and no one thought that it was a friendly smile.
"This is a cruel guy." Aberforth thought.
"By the way, I hope you don't have an anti-stalking spell on you. If I need anything, I will contact you through an owl. By the way, your name is Mundungus, right? I remember your name.
"As he said that, Albert took out his notes from his pocket and actually wrote down Mundungus's name.
Mundungus couldn't help but secretly wiped his cold sweat and cursed Albert for his insidiousness. Fortunately, he didn't think of using the copying spell just now, otherwise he wouldn't know what would happen.
He remembered another thing, rubbed his palms and said, "If you need rune snake eggs, I can find a way to get them for you. Of course, the price is not cheap."
"If you get it, you can write to me and tell me. My name is Albert." Albert said, "By the way, I only need two."
"Mundungus actually agreed." Hagrid found it incredible.
"He can easily make money from me, why don't he agree?" Albert curled his lips and said, "Aren't they just after money?"
"Aren't you afraid that Mundungus will deceive you with fake or defective goods?" Aberforth asked. In the black market, this kind of situation is actually very common.
"I'm very vindictive," said Albert. "If Mundungus does this, I don't mind letting him understand why the flowers are so red and why the sun rises from the east."
"This is not good." Aberforth choked. Although he didn't understand what those words meant, he already knew Albert's attitude.
"It's time for you to go back." Hagrid suddenly said, "I'll take you back. Don't even think about staying here any longer."
"Oh, Hagrid, we have other things to do." George said dryly.
"No, you must go back, otherwise I will tell Professor McGonagall about this and tell her that you sneaked to Hogsmeade. I think she will definitely put you in solitary confinement." Hagrid said unceremoniously.
Killer weapon.
"Let's go see Lu Wei with you." Lee Jordan suddenly said.
"No, you must go back to the castle now." Hagrid insisted.