Mundungus was in a good mood. All the crucibles that he had "imported" a few days ago had been sold. In addition, he went to visit an elderly widower on the way and took away some old garbage before leaving to fill his suitcase.
An owl landed in front of him. Mundungus opened the note and glanced at its contents. He felt better. The little brat who looked very rich last time seemed to be eager to trade with him.
Although Mundungus had no idea what the other party wanted to do with the swamp digger's fur, that didn't stop him from taking advantage of the other party's wallet.
If there is demand, then it can be sold at a good price. As a businessman, Mundungus knows very well how to put Galleons from other people's pockets into his own pocket.
At half past nine the next morning, Mundungus appeared outside the Hog's Head as the letter had predicted, and he would have liked to go in if he could.
However, the owner of this store did not welcome me.
Mundungus took out his pocket watch to check the time, opened his suitcase and started setting up a stall in a nearby place without snow. He knew that many people did not like to be seen doing business with them privately, but buying something from a stall was another matter.
The suitcase had been expanded by the Traceless Extension Charm, and the items placed inside were varied, like the window of an antique shop.
Not long after, Mundungus saw the rich kid. He had no impression of the other person's appearance, but he had some impression of the red-haired Weasley next to him.
But this time, only one came.
Mundungus's face smiled even more happily, and he rubbed his hands together and asked with a smile: "Would you like some?"
As he spoke, he pointed to a corner of the box and told Albert that it was the fur of a swamp digger.
However, what puzzled Mundungus was that the other party did not look at the fur in the box, but looked at him. The gaze of this little devil made him feel very uncomfortable, as if he was seen through.
Having been at the bottom of the wizarding world for many years, Mundungus was no fool. He immediately understood what this meant and the smile on his face froze in an instant.
"Four Galleons, ten Sickles." The boy spoke in a calm tone. The price he revealed surprised Mundungus because it was exactly twice the price of his imports.
"This... is a bit too low!" Meng Dun Ge immediately felt bad. He originally thought it was just a little kid, but he didn't expect...
"Not low, you doubled it, I think the price is reasonable."
"Doubled?" The red-haired Weasley moved his eyes away from the goods and looked at Mundungus. He had seen that kind of look more than once. Those who wanted to rob him would all show such a look.
Two little ghosts are planning to rob me
Mundungus thought it was ridiculous, after all, he was not in this world for nothing, but... his intuition told him that the boy in front of him was not someone to be trifled with, because there was not much emotion on his face. He was thinking about the letter he had written to him last time.
"Five Galleons," Mundungus whispered. "That's the bottom line."
"Don't you think it's better to take it slow?" the brown-haired boy reminded. "Sure, six Galleons, plus that 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'll only pay six Galleons. By the way, is there a way to get my snake eggs?" The brown-haired boy changed the subject.
"Even in the black market, it's hard to get that stuff early." Mundungus muttered, compared the benefits, and nodded in agreement.
He took the six Galleons, gave the item to the other party, and prepared to leave.
"You're just going to let him go like that?"
Before Apparating, Mundungus heard the red-haired boy's question and couldn't help but curse in his mind, then he Apparated and disappeared.
"You're quite sensible!" Albert took out the bag given by Hagrid from his pocket and put the things into it. This thing is actually a space bag, but the capacity inside is not very large.
"I thought you were planning to rob Mundungus." An old man came out and muttered as he looked at the two men whose Disillusionment Curse had been lifted.
"You seemed pleased to see Mundungus robbed?"
"Anyway, that bastard often does some petty thefts, so it's not surprising that he was robbed." Albusford sneered, "Come in, no one will come to the store today."
This is actually an unspoken rule of Hogsmeade village. During the days when Hogsmeade is open to Hogwarts students, all those evildoers will stay away from here on their own initiative. It is considered a kind of protection for Hogsmeade students and is also a decision made by the merchants in Hogsmeade.
"That guy didn't go far. He must be hiding somewhere and eavesdropping!" Albert narrowed his eyes and looked in one direction, where Mundungus, who was shrouded in the Disillusionment Spell, was.
"How do you know?" Mundungus cursed in his heart and couldn't help asking.
"Footprints." Albert raised his hand and pointed at 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 how this little guy could learn the Patronus Charm in just a few months and even summon a physical Patronus.
"Albusford, why don't you take a look at my new merchandise? Maybe you can find something you like." Mundungus called out to Albusford, deliberately disgusting him. The two did have some transactions, and Albusford would occasionally buy some antiques from Mundungus.
Fred and George looked at Albusford curiously, and Lee Jordan couldn't help asking, "Speculation?"
"Well, this is one of the places for black market transactions." Albusford didn't care about the looks of several people. "However, since the students of Hogwarts will come to Hogsmeade today, no one will come today."
"You 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 about this topic any more.
"Expecto Patronus."
Albert raised his wand and summoned a griffin. The pale patronus moved around in the bar, instantly illuminating the dim Hog's Head.
"No matter how many times I see it, I still think the Griffin is cool. I wonder what my patronus will be." Fred murmured as he watched the patronus running at a brisk pace.
"If you're curious, take some time to practice. I think your patronuses should be the same." Albert couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"George, please!" Fred immediately said to the twin brothers.
"You should cheer me up too."