Chapter 218 Trading Rules
Aberforth couldn't help but be stunned when he heard what Albert said, but he didn't expect that the other party actually had this idea. Just potions that require materials obtained from the black market, or making magic props require complex craftsmanship and technology. It is incredible to hear it from a young wizard like Albert. Even if it is a joke prop, it is not something that a child can do. Easily made.
However, Fred, George and Lee Jordan didn't think so. They were well aware of Albert's abilities and naturally thought that what Albert said was very reasonable. Some things cannot be obtained through formal channels, so they can only go to the black market. If someone can help them in this regard, it will naturally save a lot of time and trouble.
Albert had no intention of continuing to dwell on these issues. He looked at Aberforth and asked, "How can I make the patron saint speak?"
"Perhaps, you should master the physical patron saint first, and then consider this issue." Aberforth did not answer Albert's question.
"I think I will be able to master the physical Patronus soon." Albert said softly: "If you don't mind, we can have a good chat about how to make the Patronus speak before the thief comes back, like this The method of communication is very special. As far as I know, there are no relevant records in the library. If possible, I don’t want to miss this opportunity.”
Aberforth narrowed his eyes. In the past, with his temper, he would probably have ignored the guy in front of him and would have kicked him out of the Pig's Head Bar. However, Albert's specialness caught his attention, and Aberforth wanted to see what other amazing things this guy in front of him would do.
“Knowledge is priceless.” Aberforth said with a smile. This little old man now looked like a profiteer.
"Of course, my credibility is very reliable." Albert understood what the other party meant, didn't he just want money?
However, Albert was not someone who was taken advantage of. He raised his hands and asked, "What's the price?"
“Okay.” Aberforth quickly calmed down the surprise on his face and nodded.
"However, before that, you must first teach me how to make the patron saint speak. After I learn it, I will pay you the other nine galleons." Albert stated his request.
“How will I know if you have mastered it?” Aberforth asked rhetorically.
"I think it will be almost at this time next year. Hagrid will be our witness." Albert looked at Hagrid and said, "Whether I have it or not, I will pay you the other nine galleons, but during this period you must Tell me how to get the patron saint to speak."
“Many wizards fail to summon a physical Patronus throughout their lives.” Aberforth said meaningfully. However, he agreed and found it interesting.
He didn’t understand where Albert’s confidence came from, but this did not hinder his transaction with Albert.
"Under normal circumstances, if they can't summon a physical patron saint, it can only mean that they have never practiced the patron saint spell hard." Albert said calmly.
"What are you talking about, I can't understand it no matter what?" Hagrid was still a little confused about the situation.
However, Fred and others were in disbelief that Albert was willing to spend ten galleons to learn a spell from a guy who didn't look very reliable.
What’s even more ridiculous is that they actually reached an agreement.
Mundungus didn’t keep everyone waiting for too long, and he hurried back quickly, carrying a small bucket full of salt in his hand. He handed the bucket directly to Albert.
"You are very insincere." Albert glanced at the salt in the keg and did not reach out to pick it up. Instead, he looked at Mundungus with a critical eye and said, "Trading must be done with integrity, even in the black market. This relationship can last long enough.”
"Are you making fun of me?" Mundungus looked a little angry and shut up when he took out his wand, because he was shocked to find that his wand had been disarmed by the boy in front of him, and Fred and the others had also He immediately pulled out the wand and pointed it at himself, looking eager to try.
"This requires five barrels. Maybe you should change to a larger barrel." Albert still kept a faint smile on his face, reminding Mundungus kindly.
“You’re really good.” Mundungus took the wand thrown by Albert and disappeared.
“Where do you think that guy got the salt?” Li Jordan looked at the place where Mundungus disappeared and turned to ask Albert.
"Is this important? Nothing in the black market is ever clean." Of course Albert could guess that the bucket of salt was probably stolen from somewhere by Mundungus. However, Albert didn't care about the origin of these things. He actually bought things on the black market, so he was naturally prepared.
"Your Galleons." Albert put a Galleung in Mundungus' hand and said with a smile: "Look, isn't this pretty good?"
The dissatisfaction on Mundungus's face was wiped away after he saw Gallon.
This was a good deal for him. The salt and barrel were obtained from Muggles, and he earned a galleon in just a short time.
However, Mundungus soon saw a scene that silenced him. Albert waved his wand and cast a spell on the bucket of salt.
After a moment, he raised his head and said, "It seems that you did not use the copying spell to copy the salt."
Not only was Mundungus silent, but Fred and the others looked at Albert in astonishment.
"Is it strange? Isn't it strange? After all, you are dealing with people in the black market, so there is nothing wrong with being careful." Albert's tone was still very calm, as if this was the right thing to do.
“What if Mundungus uses the copying spell?” Aberforth asked curiously. The scene just now refreshed his understanding of Albert.
“What do you think?” Albert said with a half-smile.
The surroundings fell into a longer silence, and no one thought that it was a friendly smile.
“This is a cruel and evil fellow.” Aberforth thought.
"By the way, I hope you don't have an anti-stalking spell on you. If I need something, I will contact you through an owl. By the way, your name is Mundungus, right? I remember your name. "As he said that, Albert took out his notes from his pocket and actually wrote down Mundungus's name.
Mundungus couldn't help but secretly wiped a cold sweat and cursed Albert for his insidiousness. Fortunately, he didn't think of using the copy spell just now, otherwise he didn't know what would happen.
He thought of another thing, rubbed his hands and said, "If you need rune snake eggs, I can find a way to get them for you. Of course, the price is not cheap."
"If you get it, you can write to me. My name is Albert." Albert said, "By the way, I only want two."
“Mundungus actually agreed.” Hagrid found it incredible.
“He can easily make money from me, why don’t he agree?” Albert curled his lips and said, “Aren’t they just after money?”
“Aren’t you afraid that Mundungus will deceive you with fake and defective goods?” Aberforth asked. In the black market, this kind of situation is actually very common.
"I'm very vindictive," said Albert. "If Mundungus does this, I don't mind letting him know why the flowers are so red and why the sun rises in the east."
"This is not good." Aberforth choked. Although he didn't understand what those words meant, he already knew Albert's attitude.
"It's time for you to go back." Hagrid suddenly said, "I'll send you back. Don't even think about staying here any longer."
"Oh, Hagrid, we have other things to do," George said dryly.
"No, you must go back, otherwise I will tell Professor McGonagall about this and tell her that you sneaked to Hogsmeade. I think she will definitely put you in solitary confinement." Hagrid said unceremoniously. Killer weapon.
“Let’s go see Lu Wei with you.” Lee Jordan suddenly said.
“No, you must go back to the castle now.” Hagrid insisted.
“Oh, well, don’t be mad at Hagrid.”
(End of this chapter)