"It's getting harder and harder to earn Galleons lately."
Looking at the desolate Diagon Alley, Mundungus closed his suitcase depressedly, said hello to several colleagues around him, and then closed his stall and prepared to go home.
Since the last time the Ministry of Magic implemented the hellish asylum policy, many families of employees of the Ministry of Magic have taken refuge in asylums, resulting in the already deserted Diagon Alley, where there are almost no traces of wizards.
There are even fewer vendors on the roadside, because they can't make a few galleons at all.
Mundungus was one of those victims.
When he heard that many people in the Ministry of Magic were planning to hide in the asylum, Mundungus was very happy. However, after visiting several homes of people who had moved to the Ministry of Magic's asylum, Mundungus' expression suddenly changed.
He collapsed, because there was nothing good at all, it was just a bunch of scrap metal, a waste of his precious time.
Moreover, since that time, there have been fewer people in Diagon Alley, making it difficult to do business.
He has been thinking of other ways to make money recently.
I don't know what's going on with the Weasley twins, or if they need his help in smuggling other things.
When Mundungus was wondering how to make money, he suddenly froze when he opened the door, and his eyes narrowed.
Someone broke into his house.
At least, Mundungus didn't remember ordering a copy of the Daily Prophet; he just picked one up on the road or in a tavern.
The suitcase crashed and fell directly to the ground.
Mundungus ignored the suitcase and had already drawn out his wand to look around. After making sure there was no one else around, he immediately went to check the Galleons he had hidden.
After seeing that Galleon was not lost, Mundungus breathed a sigh of relief and slumped down on the chair.
Who is it?
How did the other party get in?
What's the purpose?
There are no traces of anyone rummaging through the house, so he probably wasn't a fellow traveler.
Mundungus couldn't understand it. When his eyes swept across the table inadvertently, he seemed to think of something and reached out to pick up the newspaper, but then retracted his hand.
He was sure that there was no such newspaper on the table before he left.
There's something wrong with this thing.
Mundungus gently waved the newspaper with his wand, and was surprised to find that there was a Galleons placed under the newspaper.
"this……"
Now he is a little confused as to what the other party wants to do.
After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the newspaper and the Galleons, Mundungus quickly took the Galleons in his hand and looked at it carefully, as if he wanted to confirm its authenticity.
Galleons are no problem, then...
Mundungus turned his attention to the newspaper on the table, which was today's "Daily Prophet". He had read it before when setting up the stall.
When he reached out to pick up the newspaper, he saw the letters on the newspaper moving rapidly. He was so frightened that he let go and the newspaper fell to the ground.
"What the hell." Mundungus muttered, lighting the tip of his wand, trying to figure out what was going on.
When he lowered his head to check, he was shocked to find a paragraph in the newspaper:
We need more useful information, and will pay Galleons as a reward for asking you to help collect intelligence, but don't make up some false news to fool us, unless you don't want to do this long-term business. - GW (Poisonous Tentacle)
Looking at the message left on the newspaper, Mundungus was stunned for a moment.
He reached out and picked up the newspaper from the ground, put it on the table and considered it carefully, and determined that the other party must be an acquaintance.
This form of style.
He had already guessed who had left this message for him.
Although I couldn't identify the initials for a while, if I added the poisonous tentacle as a reminder, it would not be difficult to guess.
Because in recent times, the only people related to poisonous tentacles are the Weasley brothers. He once sold them the seeds of poisonous tentacles and made a small sum of money for this.
Well, that’s right, the English abbreviation of George Weasley, one of the twins, is not GW.
Having said that, those two guys have been the envy and envy of countless people recently. Combined with the tone of this message, it was probably Albert Anderson who asked the twins to do it. Only that generous guy would be willing to use galleons to buy information.
At this moment, Mundungus put away other thoughts. Having dealt with Albert many times, he knew very well that the smart guy was not easy to fool, and once he did that, he would be in trouble the next time he encountered such a good thing.
It's not his turn.
Although he really wanted to make money from Albert, he was actually a little afraid of him.
At some point, Albert became a bit like Dumbledore, becoming as wise as him, and very willing to tolerate other people, and even used galleons to buy information. Probably only Dumbledore would do that, but
He is too cruel.
He had heard something. Death Eaters and Dark Wizards died so miserably because those blind guys caused trouble at his wedding. As a result, they were all killed by him through the Ministry of Magic.
And it’s also reasonable and legal.
That's a very vindictive guy.
Can't be offended.
Therefore, you must be extremely careful when dealing with him.
Originally, Mundungus wanted to make a copy of the information passed to the Order of the Phoenix to deal with the problem.
Well, it doesn't seem to be possible now.
The Weasley twins are also connected to the Order of the Phoenix. Once Albert knows that he has fooled him like this, he will probably not get the Galleons. Although he doesn't know how many Galleons Albert will give, but...
Mundungus gently rubbed the Galleons in his hand, knowing that he had to add some other information to make him feel that he had done his best to collect intelligence.
No, I should say that I have tried my best.
At least have a serious attitude.
Well, I also added in what I heard in the bar. He didn't make it up anyway. As for how to distinguish the truth from the false, that's not his business.
Just do it.
That night, Mundungus prepared a large piece of parchment and sent the envelope to No. 12 Grimmauld Place overnight to hand it over to Sirius.
Why not leave it to Fred, George or Albert?
Mundungus couldn't find where they were hiding, but there must be a way to contact people in the Order of the Phoenix.
"What's this?"
Sirius picked up the thick letter and looked at Mundungus with slightly raised eyebrows.
To be honest, many people in the Order of the Phoenix look down upon this thief-minded guy.
Although he is useful, he is very unpleasant, and no one likes to associate with thieves.
"For what Albert wants, it's best to notify the Weasley twins to pick it up as soon as possible. It won't be of much value if it's late." Mundungus reminded.
"What does Albert want?"
Sirius stared at Mundungus for a moment, seeming to guess what it was.
"In the letter, he asked me to collect some news about recent events. Okay, I've finished it and asked them to remember to settle the balance." Mundungus planned to see how many Galleons this letter could get him.
Do you want to continue?
Soon after, this letter from Mundungus appeared on Albert's desk through the house elf Dobby.
Mundungus' efficiency made Albert frown, suspecting that he was fabricating some information to perfunctory him.
This letter is divided into three parts, the same information for the Order of the Phoenix, information about Albert himself, and information obtained from private inquiries.
It does look like that, very serious, as if he wants to make this money.
Albert quickly sifted through the information on the letter, frowned slightly, and picked out a few that seemed useful.
Although the bounty on Albert Anderson has been cancelled, everyone secretly knows that as long as Albert is killed, he can still get the huge bounty from the Malfoy family.
A large number of dark wizards who had taken refuge with the mysterious man hurriedly left Britain.
Two very suspicious strange men purchased the elixir at high prices on the black market. The scammer who sold them the fake elixir did not show up and was suspected to be dead.
The Aurors of the International Confederation of Wizards are very unhappy with the British Ministry of Magic, and it is said that they will leave the UK in the near future.
…
There were eleven similar pieces of useful information. After carefully screening, Albert's eyes rested on the piece of information related to the elixir.
Ministry of Magic, Order of the Phoenix?
No, they don't need to buy it from the black market, then they are Death Eaters. Letting the scammers disappear directly seems to be very much like the Death Eaters' style.
As for other irrelevant guys.
The probability shouldn't be high.
Moreover, George mentioned last time that Bellatrix was looking for the potion masters everywhere, and Damocles was not only tortured by the Cruciatus Curse, but also cast a strong Forgetting Curse.
Bellatrix is looking for the potions master, probably for the elixir.
If this is true, it's not really good news.
Once the Death Eaters also start using Felixir, things will evolve in some very bad directions, which means that the danger level of the Death Eaters will be greatly increased, to the point where even he has to be careful.
Albert is very aware of the effect of Felixir on the Death Eaters, even greater than that of the Order of the Phoenix and the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, because Death Eaters use dangerous black magic. Once they use Felixir to make up for their shortcomings,
Board, those black magics are going to be quite deadly.
The person looking for the elixir should be Bellatrix in disguise, and the other person is probably Narcissa Malfoy.
It just so happens that both of them are rich, so it's not surprising that they paid a high price for the elixir, not to mention that they could still steal it.
That crazy woman plans to use the Felixir to deal with herself?
As for Narcissa Malfoy's desire to obtain the Elixir of Felicity, it must be for the sake of her son Draco Malfoy so that he can survive the murder of Dumbledore.
The only good thing is that the elixir is difficult to obtain, and even if Snape brews it now, it's too late.
Now, except for the fact that Bellatrix captured Claire and attacked Angelina, all the other information can be connected together.
Albert took the crystal ball from the bookshelf and began to divine the whereabouts of Bellatrix.
He would never allow the Death Eaters to obtain the elixir, as that would likely make the entire situation uncontrollable.
Is this going abroad?
That's right, the probability of finding Felixir is greater and safer in Europe.
After all, this wizarding war was only in Britain and did not spread to other parts of Europe.
Staring at the hand holding the golden potion in the crystal ball, Albert fell silent for a moment.
He reached out and gently touched the crystal ball, and saw clearly the owner of that hand - Narcissa Malfoy.
Sure enough it was her.
With the way of thinking of that madwoman Bellatrix, she probably wouldn't go abroad in search of the elixir.
They finally got the elixir, which actually wasn't too surprising to Albert.
Although Elixir of Fortune is very precious, as long as you are willing to pay enough Galleons, you can still buy it, whether it is from the black market or a potion master, not to mention the style of a Death Eater, it is not surprising even to steal it directly.
.
Sure enough, it is only normal that changes will occur in the future. After all, I am the butterfly flapping its wings.
Albert looked away from the crystal ball, reached out and took out the double-sided mirror from the shelf next to him to contact Dumbledore.
"What happened?"
Dumbledore, who was far away in the principal's office at Hogwarts, was very surprised after receiving the contact from Albert's double mirror, because he knew very well that Albert would only take the initiative to talk to him when he encountered something important.
Get in touch.
"You should still remember what happened with Damocles, right?" Albert said suddenly.
"I went to visit Mr. Damocles." Dumbledore seemed to have guessed something, and followed Albert's train of thought and said, "But I can't dig out that forgotten memory from his mind. That way
It will probably destroy him completely."
"They are looking for the Potions Master, or the Death Eaters are looking for the elixir, if Snape has mentioned this to you." Albert reminded.
"You think they got it."
"Yes, I predicted it." Albert reminded, "You are indeed very powerful, but a bunch of Death Eaters using Felixir are not easy to mess with."
"Thank you for the reminder, but the Elixir of Fortune is not a panacea." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Moreover, the thing itself is very rare, and the success rate of brewing it is not high, and it will take half a year, even if the Death Eaters
If you really get a blessing elixir, the quantity won’t be too large.”
"No, I think you may have misunderstood me." Albert shook his head and said, "If the Death Eaters obtain the elixir, things may change in the future, especially your plan."
Albert had a vague feeling like this after seeing Narcissa Malfoy obtain the elixir from the crystal ball.
"Not much difference." Dumbledore said calmly, "Besides, isn't there still you?"
"Should I thank you for your trust?" Albert said angrily.
"You got what you wanted, so there's nothing to complain about." Dumbledore said softly.
"Where is the wand?" Albert suddenly asked, "Are you sure you have arranged it? I don't want that thing to fall into the hands of a mysterious person."
"How about I give it to you, I think you can have it." Dumbledore suggested with a smile.
"Forget it, you know, I don't need that thing." Albert shook his head, "I suggest you destroy it directly. It will definitely not be so much trouble then."
"Don't worry, I will leave it in the hands of a suitable person." Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Draco Malfoy?"
Albert directly pointed out Dumbledore's decision, frowned and asked, "Are you sure your plan can succeed?"
"Don't worry, I will take care of it."
Dumbledore moved his gaze away from the double-sided mirror, looked at the wand lying beside him, and murmured, "I promise, it won't be a problem for you."