Mundungus was in a very good mood. All the "imported" crucibles had been sold a few days ago. In addition, he stopped by to visit a lonely old man. Before leaving, he also took some old garbage and used it.
Fill your own suitcase.
An owl landed in front of him. Mundungus opened the note and glanced at the contents inside. He felt better. The little devil who looked rich last time seemed to be eager to trade with him.
Although Mundungus didn't know what the other party was doing with the swamp digger's fur, it didn't stop him from killing the other party's wallet.
If there is demand, it can be sold at a good price. As a businessman, Mundungus knows how to put the galleons from other people's pockets into his own pocket.
At half past nine the next morning, Mundungus appeared outside the Hog's Head pub as expected in the letter. He would have liked to go in if possible.
However, the owner of this store does not welcome him.
Mundungus took out his pocket watch and checked the time, opened his suitcase and started setting up a stall in a nearby place where there was no snow. He knew that many people didn't like to be seen doing private transactions with him, but they bought something from a stall.
That's another matter.
The small suitcase had been expanded by the Seamless Stretching Charm, and the items placed inside were assorted, like the display window of an antique shop.
It didn't take long for Mundungus to see the rich kid. He had no impression of the other person's appearance, but he was somewhat impressed by the red-haired Weasley beside him.
However, this time, only one came.
Mundungus smiled even more happily, rubbed his hands together, and asked with a smile: "Would you like some?"
As he spoke, he pointed to a corner in the box and told Albert that it was the fur of the swamp digger.
However, what puzzled Mundungus was that the other person did not look at the furs in the box, but looked at him. This kid's gaze made him feel very uncomfortable, and he had the illusion of being seen through.
Having been at the bottom of the magical world for many years, Mundungus was not an idiot. He immediately understood what this meant, and the smile on his face froze in an instant.
"4 Galleons, 10 Sickles." The boy spoke in a very calm tone. The price revealed shocked Mundungus, because it was exactly twice the price of his own imports.
"This... is a bit low!" Mundungus suddenly felt very bad. He originally thought he was just a little devil, but he didn't expect...
"It's not low. You doubled it. I think the price is very reasonable."
"Doubled?" The red-haired Weasley looked away from the merchandise and looked at Mundungus. Not only had he seen that kind of behavior more than once, but also those who wanted to rob him would show such expressions.
Eyes.
Two brats planning to rob me?
Mundungus thought it was ridiculous. After all, he was not fooling around in vain, but...his intuition told him that the boy in front of him was not easy to mess with, because there was really not much emotion change on his face. Thinking about what the other party had done to him last time
letter.
"Five Galleons." Mundungus whispered, "That's the bottom line."
"Don't you think it's better to have a long stream of water?" the brown-haired boy reminded. "Of course, six galleons, plus that old antique broom."
"What kind of broom is this? It looks very old."
"Silver Arrow, this is a handmade broom, a very old one, but it's still a fine product." Mundungus was interrupted before he could finish his words.
"I will only pay six Galleons. By the way, is there any way to get my snake eggs?" The brown-haired boy changed the topic.
"Even in the black market, it's hard to get that thing early." Mundungus muttered, compared the profits, and nodded in agreement.
He took the six galleons, gave the things to the other party, and was ready to leave.
"Just let him go like this?"
Before the Apparition, Mundungus heard the red-haired boy's question and couldn't help but mentally cursed before the Apparition disappeared.
"It's quite cognizant!" Albert took out the bag given by Hagrid from his pocket and put the things in it. This thing is actually a space bag, but the capacity inside is not big.
"I thought you were going to rob Mundungus." An old man came out and muttered as he looked at the two people who had had their disillusionment spell removed.
"You seem to enjoy seeing Mundungus robbed?"
"Anyway, that bastard often does some petty theft, so it's not surprising that he was robbed." Albusford sneered, "Come in, there won't be anyone in the store today."
This is actually an unknown rule in Hogsmeade Village. On those days when Hogsmeade Village is open to Hogwarts students, those monsters and monsters will take the initiative to stay away from here, which is regarded as a courtesy to Hogsmeade students.
A kind of protection is also a decision made by the merchants of Hogsmeade.
"That guy hasn't gone far, he's probably hiding somewhere and eavesdropping!" Albert squinted his eyes and looked in one direction, where Mundungus, who was shrouded by the Disguise Curse, was there.
"How did you know?" Mundungus cursed secretly in his mind and couldn't help but ask.
"Footprints." Albert raised his hand and pointed to the ground.
"Come in, don't worry about that idiot Mundungus. Have you really learned the Patronus Charm?" Albusford glanced at Mundungus and called Albert in. He was very curious about this little boy.
How on earth did this guy learn the Patronus Charm in a few months and be able to summon a physical Patronus?
"Albusford, don't you take a look at my new products? Maybe you can find something you like." Mundungus greeted Albusford, deliberately trying to disgust the other person. The two of them said
There was indeed some trading, and Albusford occasionally bought some antiques from Mundungus.
Fred and George both looked at Albusford curiously, and Lee Jordan couldn't help but ask: "Buying and selling?"
"Well, my place is considered one of the black market trading places." Albusford didn't care about the looks of a few people, "However, because the students from Hogwarts will come to Hogsmeade today, no one will come today.
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"You also sell things yourself?" Albert was a little curious.
"No, I'm the bar owner, okay, let's get started!" Albusford interrupted, not wanting to talk more about this topic.
"Call the gods to protect you."
Albert raised his wand and summoned the griffin. The pale patron saint moved in the bar, instantly lighting up the dim Pig Head Bar.
"No matter how many times I see it, I still think the griffon is cool. I wonder what my patronus will be." Fred murmured, looking at the patronus running briskly.
"If you're curious, just take the time to practice. I think your patron saints should be the same." Albert couldn't help but rolled his eyes.
"George, please!" Fred said immediately to the twin brothers.