"It's becoming increasingly difficult to earn Galleons recently."
Looking at the desolate Diagon Alley, Mundungus closed his suitcase depressedly, said hello to several colleagues around him, and packed up his stall to go home.
Ever since the Ministry of Magic implemented the hellish asylum policy last time, many family members of Ministry of Magic employees have taken refuge in the asylums, resulting in almost no wizards being seen in the already deserted Diagon Alley.
Even the number of street vendors has decreased because they can't make much Galleons.
Mundungus was one of those victims.
Originally, 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 families who had moved to the asylum of the Ministry of Magic, Mundungus' face suddenly fell, because there was nothing good there, just a bunch of scrap metal, which wasted his precious time.
Moreover, since that incident, there have been fewer people in Diagon Alley, and even business has been bad.
He has been thinking about other ways to make money recently.
I don’t know how Wes is doing now that he’s at the twins’ place, and whether they still need his help in smuggling other things.
When Mundungus was thinking about how to make money, his movement to open the door suddenly froze, and his eyes narrowed.
Someone broke into his house.
At least, Mundungus had no recollection of ever having subscribed to the Daily Prophet; he could always pick one up on the road or in the tavern.
The suitcase fell to the ground with a thud.
Mundungus ignored the suitcase and had already drawn his wand to look around. After making sure that there was no one else around, he immediately went to check the Galleons he had hidden.
After seeing that Garlon was not lost, Mundungus breathed a sigh of relief and slumped down in a chair.
Who is it
How did the other party get in
What is the purpose
There were no signs that the house had been rummaged through, so it was probably not someone from the same industry.
Mundungus couldn't understand. When his eyes inadvertently swept across the table, he seemed to remember something and reached out to take the newspaper, but then he retracted his hand.
He was sure that the newspaper was definitely not 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 a Galleon underneath the newspaper.
"this… "
He is now a little confused about what the other party wants to do.
After confirming that there was no problem with the newspaper and the Galleon, Mundungus quickly grabbed the Galleon in his hand and examined it carefully, as if he wanted to confirm its authenticity.
Garlon is fine, then...
Mundungus cast his eyes towards the newspaper on the table. It was today's Daily Prophet, which he had read earlier when he was setting up the stall.
When he reached out to pick up the newspaper, he saw the letters on the newspaper moving and arranging rapidly, which scared him so much that his hand loosened and the newspaper fell to the ground.
"What the hell," Mundungus muttered, lighting up the tip of his wand and trying to figure out what was going on.
When he looked down, he was surprised to find a paragraph in the newspaper:
We need more useful information, and we will pay you Galleons as a reward for your help in collecting intelligence, but don't make up some false information to fool us, unless you don't want to do this long-term business. -GW (Poison Tentacle)
Looking at the message left on the newspaper, Mundungus was stunned.
He reached out and picked up the newspaper from the ground, put it on the table and studied it carefully, then he was sure that the other person must be an acquaintance.
This form of style.
He had already guessed who had left this message to him.
Although I couldn't recognize the abbreviation of the name at first glance, it would not be difficult to guess if I added the hint of the poisonous tentacle.
Because in recent times, the only people related to poisonous tentacles were the Weisley brothers. He once sold them poisonous tentacle seeds and made a small profit from it.
Yes, that's right, the English abbreviation of George Weiss among the twins is GW.
Then again, those two guys have been the envy of countless people lately. 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 intelligence.
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 deal with, and if he did that, he would not be able to have such a good thing next time.
Although he really wanted to make money from Albert, he was actually a little afraid of him deep down.
At some point, Albert became a bit like Dumbledore, becoming as wise as him, and willing to tolerate others. He even did things like using Galleons to buy intelligence. Perhaps only Dumbledore would do that, but he was too cruel.
He had heard something that the Death Eaters and dark wizards died so tragically because that group of blind guys caused trouble at his wedding, and as a result, they were all killed one by one through the Ministry of Magic, and it was legal and reasonable.
He is a very vindictive guy.
Can't offend.
Therefore, you must be extra careful when dealing with him.
Originally, Mundungus wanted to just make a copy of the information to be passed on to the Order of the Phoenix to get by with it.
Well, it seems not possible now.
The Weiss twins also have connections with the Order of the Phoenix. Once Albert knows that he is playing tricks on him, he may not get any Galleons. Although I don't know how many Galleons Albert will give, but...
Mundungus gently rubbed the Galleon in his hand, knowing that he had to add some other information to make him feel that he was doing his best to gather intelligence.
No, I should say that I have tried my best.
At least be serious about it.
Well, he also added in what he heard in the bar. It wasn’t made up by him anyway, so as for how to distinguish the authenticity, that was none of his business.
Just do it.
That night, Mundungus prepared a large piece of parchment and delivered the envelope to Number 12, Grimmauld Place, to Sirius.
Why not give it to Fred, George or Albert
Mundungus had no way of finding where they were hiding, but the Order of the Phoenix would surely have a way to contact them.
"What's this?"
Sirius picked up the thick letter and looked at Mundungus with a slightly raised eyebrow.
To be honest, many people in the Order of the Phoenix looked down on this cunning guy.
Although he was useful, he was unpopular and no one liked to be in the company of a thief.
"If Albert wants something, it's best to notify the Wes twins to come and get it as soon as possible. It won't be worth much if you're late." Mundungus reminded.
"What does Albert want?"
Sirius stared at Mundungus for a moment and seemed to guess what it was.
"In the letter he asked me to collect some recent news. Okay, I've done it. Tell them to remember to pay the balance." Mundungus planned to see how many Galleons he could get from this letter before considering whether to continue.
Not long after, this letter from Mundungus appeared on Albert's desk through the house-elf Dobby.
Albert couldn't help but frown at Mundungus' efficiency, suspecting that he had made up some news to fool him.
This letter is divided into three parts: the same information given to the Order of the Phoenix, information about Albert himself, and information obtained privately.
He looked serious, very earnest, as if to say he wanted to make the 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 had been cancelled, everyone knew privately that they could still get the huge bounty from the Malfoy family as long as Albert was killed.
A large number of dark wizards who had originally joined the mysterious man hurriedly left Britain.
Two very suspicious strangers who bought the Felicis at a high price on the black market and sold them fake Felicis did not show up and were suspected to be dead.
The Aurors of the International Confederation of Wizards are having a very unpleasant experience with the British Ministry of Magic and are said to be leaving the UK in the near future.
…
There were eleven similar useful information. After careful screening, Albert's eyes stopped on the information related to the Felixir.
Ministry of Magic, Order of the Phoenix
No, they don't need to buy from the black market, so they must be Death Eaters. Letting the scammers disappear seems to be very much like the Death Eaters' style.
As for other irrelevant guys.
The probability should not be high.
Moreover, George mentioned last time that Bellatrix was looking for those potion masters everywhere, and Damocles was not only tortured by the Cruciatus Curse, but also cast with a strong Forgetfulness Curse.
Bellatrix was looking around for the Potions Master, most likely for the Felicis.
If this is true, it is not good news.
Once the Death Eaters also start using Felicis Felix, things will develop in some very bad directions, which means that the danger level of the Death Eaters will increase significantly, to the point where even he will have to be careful.
Albert knew too well the effect of Felix Felicis on Death Eaters, which was even greater than that of the Order of the Phoenix and the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic. This was because Death Eaters used dangerous dark magic, and once they used Felix Felicis to make up for their shortcomings, those dark magics would become quite deadly.
The person looking for the Felicia Ricci is likely Bellatrix in disguise, and the other person is most likely Narcissa Malfoy.
It just so happened that both of them were very rich, so it was not surprising that they offered a high price to buy the Fuling agent, not to mention that they could even steal it.
That crazy woman was planning to use the Felicity Potion against herself
As for Narcissa Malfoy's desire to obtain the Felicis Felix, it must have been for her son Draco Malfoy, so that he could survive the murder of Dumbledore.
The only thing to be thankful for is that Felicis is hard to obtain, and even if Snape were to brew it now, it would be too late.
Now, except for Bellatrix's kidnapping of Claire and attack on Angelina, all other information can be connected together.
Albert took the crystal ball from the bookshelf and began to divine Bellatrix's whereabouts.
He would never allow the Death Eaters to get their hands on the Felicis, as that would likely make the situation out of control.
Is this going abroad
That's right, the probability of finding Felixir in Europe is greater and safer.
After all, the wizarding war was limited to Britain and did not spread to other parts of Europe.
Staring at the hand holding the golden potion in the crystal ball, Albert fell into a brief silence.
He reached out and gently touched the crystal ball, and saw clearly the owner of the hand - Narcissa Malfoy.
It was indeed her.
With the way of thinking of that crazy woman Bellatrix, she probably wouldn't go abroad to look for the Felicis.
They finally got the Felicis, which was not too surprising to Albert.
Although Felicis Felix was very precious, it was still possible to buy it as long as one was willing to pay enough Galleons, whether from the black market or from a Potions Master. Moreover, given the Death Eaters' style, it would not be surprising if they just robbed it.
Sure enough, it is normal for the future to change, after all, I have this butterfly flapping its wings.
Albert turned his eyes away from the crystal ball, reached out to take out a two-way mirror from the shelf next to him and contacted Dumbledore.
"What happened?"
Dumbledore, who was far away in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, was very surprised when he received the call from Albert's two-sided mirror, because he knew very well that Albert would only contact him actively when something important happened.
"You should still remember the story of Damocles, right?" Albert said suddenly.
"I visited Mr. Damocles." Dumbledore seemed to have guessed something and followed Albert's thoughts, "But I couldn't dig out the forgotten memory from his mind. Doing so would probably destroy him completely."
"They're looking for the Potions Master, or the Death Eaters are looking for Felicis Felicis, if Snape mentioned it 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 Felicis are not easy to deal with."
"Thank you for your reminder, but Felicia Felix is not a panacea." Dumbledore shook his head. "Besides, that thing itself is very rare, and the success rate of brewing it is not high. It also takes half a year. Even if the Death Eaters really get Felicia Felix, the amount cannot be too much."
"No, I think you probably misunderstood me." Albert shook his head. "If the Death Eaters get the Felicis, the future may change, especially your plan."
Albert had a vague feeling about this after seeing Narcissa Malfoy receive the Felicia Ralph Lotion through the crystal ball.
"It makes little difference," Dumbledore said calmly, "Besides, don't we still have you?"
"Should I thank you for your trust?" Albert said unhappily.
"You got what you wanted, so you have nothing to complain about," Dumbledore said softly.
"Where's the wand?" Albert suddenly asked, "Are you sure you have arranged it? I don't want it to fall into the hands of the mysterious person."
"How about, here you are. 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 and said, "I suggest you just destroy it. Then there will be less trouble."
"Don't worry, I will hand it over to someone who is suitable for him." Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Draco Malfoy?"
Albert directly pointed out Dumbledore's decision, frowned and asked, "Are you sure your plan will succeed?"
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."
Dumbledore turned his eyes away from the two-way mirror, looked at the wand beside it, and murmured, "I promise, it won't be a problem for you."