Daily Life at Hogwarts

Chapter 216: Mundungus

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While Albert was observing the little old man in front of him, Aberforth was also secretly looking at Albert.

In the eyes of this old man who has lived for more than a century, Albert is undoubtedly a very special person, a precocious child who is mature beyond his age. No matter what he says or what he says, it is very purposeful and does not sound like what a child would say.

Aberforth didn't know what this kid was doing in the black market, but it was definitely not like what Albert had just said, that he came to see what the black market looked like just out of interest.

If it is just out of interest, he will not easily give you a Galleon, even if the other party's family is really rich, he will not do such a thing.

One Galleon is a considerable fortune for a child of Albert's age, and the fact that he did this is very meaningful.

What does he want to do

Is it really for the purpose of trading with people in the black market

This is really ridiculous.

Aberforth would rather believe that the other party did this on a whim.

Of course, what the child in front of him wanted to do had nothing to do with him, Aberforth was just purely curious.

He should be in Ravenclaw house!

However, it seems that all Weasleys go to Gryffindor House.

The old man thought of someone, his brother, the young Albus Dumbledore. Not long after Dumbledore entered school, he showed extraordinary magical talent. Perhaps, the child in front of him was a similar guy!

Talented and ambitious.

Aberforth thought so.

Soon, Hogwarts students began to appear on the streets of Hogsmeade, but no one paid attention to the situation in remote corners.

Hagrid did not leave immediately, but stayed in the Hog's Head Inn to look after Albert and the others. He was very worried about leaving Albert alone in the Hog's Head Inn, fearing that this trouble-making guy would do something weird again.

A few people sat at the rough wooden table near the door of the Pig's Head Bar and chatted.

During this time, Albert recommended their wizard cards to Hagrid and Aberforth. Unfortunately, Hagrid seemed to be uninterested, but Aberforth was very interested in wizard cards and took the initiative to play a game with Fred.

"It's really interesting." Aberforth stared at Dumbledore's card and said, "However, if you want everyone to like it, you'd better put more effort into the card, at least make it look more refined, rather than a half-finished product like this."

"We plan to spend five years perfecting and promoting this game." Albert said as he packed up the wizard cards. He heard a loud crackling sound outside, and Mundungus used Apparition to appear outside the Hog's Head Bar.

"Aberforth," Mundungus called in from the doorway.

"Why doesn't he come in?" Lee Jordan couldn't help asking.

"Who knows?"

Later, Fred and his friends learned the reason from Hagrid: the owner of the Hog's Head Inn did not welcome Mundungus, a petty thief.

And Mundungus seemed to have done something and was banned from the Hog's Head Inn forever.

As for the grudge between them, it is not something that Albert and others should be concerned about.

Mundungus looked at Aberforth and said, "Oh, Aberforth, Merlin's beard, I thought I had heard it wrong just now."

"The customer I introduced to you." Aberforth nodded at Albert.

Mundungus turned his head to look at young Albert, was also stunned, then turned to Aberforth and said, "You are kidding, to be honest, this is not funny at all." Mundungus looked very angry. He was eating just now and was frightened by Aberforth's message.

"He's not kidding." Albert also looked at the sudden, smelly thief.

Mundungus was a short, fat man with an unshaven beard and short, bowed legs. He smelled bad, perhaps because he had walked through the alley or hadn't taken a shower for several months.

All in all, Albert didn't like this guy very much, but it was undeniable that Mundungus did look like a competent thief.

"He needs two runespoor eggs, if you can get them for him."

"Runesprite eggs?" Mundungus's eyes wandered back and forth between Aberforth and Albert. "You know, that thing is very popular on the black market, but it's not very common. And I doubt whether this child can afford enough Galleons."

Mundungus felt unlucky and turned to leave.

"Perhaps, we should build trust first." Albert said, "Of course, although I think there is no trust in the black market, but... if we trade a few more times, at least there will be a foundation of trust."

"How many more trades?" Mundungus stopped and turned around and asked, "What do you want?"

"I need a bucket of salt, if you can get it for me."

Albert narrowed his eyes, staring at Mundungus's, and narrowed them dangerously.

"What the hell, what do you want a bucket of salt for?" Mundungus felt a little uncomfortable after looking at Albert, so he avoided him involuntarily. This guy gave him a strange feeling. The other's eyes and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth were not something a child could have.

Did this kid see through my thoughts

Such a ridiculous thought came into Mundungus's mind.

"All you need to know is that you can get one Galleon!" Albert calmly stated his price.

"Well, damn bucket of salt, give me a quarter of an hour," muttered Mundungus. "And if I find out you're kidding me then..."

He shut up as Albert grabbed a handful of Galleons from his pocket.

Mundungus Apparated away hastily. All he needed to know was that the customer had money. As for who was willing to spend galleons on a bucket of salt, that was none of Mundungus's business.

"What do you want a bucket of salt for?" Hagrid asked, frowning as he looked at the place where Mundungus disappeared.

"Pickled vegetables." Albert said jokingly, and in a way he was not lying.

"That's not funny." Hagrid raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Well, a transaction is the basis of cooperation," Albert explained.

"You also said that thieves are not trustworthy." Hagrid frowned even deeper and couldn't help but remind him, "I think you should not deal with that kind of stuff. Those guys in the black market like to use some counterfeit goods to fool others."

"It's okay. I hold grudges." Albert said lightly.

Holding a grudge, what does this mean

Literally

"Didn't you say you never hold a grudge?" Fred suddenly said with his eyes wide open.

"Really? When did I say that?" Albert directly denied what he had said.

"That's Albert indeed," Lee Jordan could not help muttering.

"What do you want salt for?" George asked.

Albert did not answer George's question, but said indifferently, "Whether it is potions, or making joke props or magic props, some things cannot be bought in Diagon Alley after all, and Mundungus will come in handy."