Chapter 283 Wizard Item Merchant
Mundungus was in a good mood. All the "imported" crucibles had been sold a few days ago. In addition, he stopped by to visit a lonely old man. Before leaving, he also took away some old garbage and used it. Fill your own suitcase.
An owl landed in front of him. Mundungus opened the note and glanced at the contents. He felt better. The little guy who looked rich last time seemed to be eager to trade with him.
Even though Mundungus didn’t know what the other party was doing with the swamp digger’s fur, it didn’t stop him from killing the other party’s wallet.
As long as there is demand, it can be sold at a good price. As a businessman, Mundungus knows how to put the galleons from other people's pockets into his own pocket.
At half past nine the next morning, Mundungus appeared outside the Hog's Head pub as expected in the letter. He would have liked to go in if possible.
It’s just that the owner of this store doesn’t welcome him.
Mundungus took out his pocket watch and checked the time, opened his suitcase and started setting up a stall in a nearby place where there was no snow. He knew that many people didn't like to be seen doing private transactions with him, but they bought something from a stall. That's a different story.
The small suitcase has been expanded by the Seamless Stretching Charm. There are various things in it, like the display window of an antique shop.
It didn't take long for Mundungus to see the rich kid. He had no impression of the other person's appearance, but he was somewhat impressed by the red-haired Weasley beside him.
It’s just that this time, only one came.
Mondungus's face smiled even more happily, he rubbed his hands together and asked with a smile: "Would you like some?"
As he spoke, he pointed to a corner in the box and told Albert that it was the fur from the swamp digger.
However, what puzzled Mundungus was that the other person did not look at the furs in the box, but looked at him. This kid's gaze made him feel very uncomfortable, and he had the illusion of being seen through.
Having been hanging out at the bottom of the magic world for many years, Mundungus was not an idiot. 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 revealed shocked Mundungus, because it was exactly twice the price of his own imports.
“This... is a bit low!” Mundungus suddenly felt very bad. He originally thought he was just a little devil, but he didn’t expect...
“It’s not low, you doubled it, I think the price is very reasonable.”
"Doubled?" The red-haired Weasley looked away from the merchandise and looked at Mundungus. Not only had he seen that kind of behavior more than once, but those who wanted to rob him would show such expressions. Eyes.
Two brats are going to rob you?
Mundungus thought it was ridiculous. After all, he was not fooling around in vain, but... his intuition told him that the boy in front of him was not easy to mess with, because there was really not much emotion change on his face. He was thinking about the last letter the other party sent to him. .
“Five galleons,” Mundungus whispered, “that’s the bottom line.”
“Don’t you think it’s better to let the water flow slowly?” the brown-haired boy reminded. "Six galleons, plus that old antique broom, of course."
“What kind of broom is this? It looks very old.”
"Silver Arrow, this is a handmade broom, a very old one, but it is still a fine product." Mundungus was interrupted before he could finish his words.
“Even in the black market, it’s difficult to get that thing early.” Mundungus muttered, compared the profits, and nodded in agreement.
He took the six galleons, gave the things to the other party, and was ready to leave.
“Just let him go like this?”
Before the Apparition, Mundungus heard the red-haired boy's question and couldn't help but mentally cursed before the Apparition disappeared.
“It’s quite sensible!” Albert took out the bag given by Hagrid from his pocket and put the things in it. This thing was actually a space bag, but the capacity inside was not that big.
“I thought you were going to rob Mundungus.” An old man came out and muttered as he looked at the two people who had had their disillusionment spell removed.
“You seem to enjoy seeing Mundungus get robbed?”
"Anyway, that **** often does some petty theft, so it's not surprising that he was robbed." Aberforth sneered, "Come in, there will be no one in the store today."
This is actually an unknown rule in Hogsmeade Village. On those days when Hogsmeade Village is open to Hogwarts students, those monsters and monsters will take the initiative to stay away from here, which is regarded as a courtesy to Hogsmeade students. A kind of protection is also a decision made by the merchants of Hogsmeade.
"That guy hasn't gone far, he's probably hiding somewhere and eavesdropping!" Albert squinted his eyes and looked in one direction, where Mundungus, who was shrouded by the Disguise Curse, was there.
“How did you know?” Mundungus cursed secretly in his mind and couldn’t help but ask.
“Footprints.” Albert raised his hand and pointed to the ground.
"Come in, don't worry about that idiot Mundungus. Have you really learned the Patronus Charm?" Aberforth glanced at Mundungus and called Albert in. He was curious about how this little guy learned the Patronus Charm in a few months and was able to summon a physical Patronus.
"Aberforth, don't you take a look at my new products? Maybe you can find something you like." Mundungus greeted Aberforth, deliberately making him feel disgusted. The two did have some dealings, with Aberforth occasionally buying antiques from Mundungus.
Fred and George both looked at Aberforth curiously, and Lee Jordan couldn't help but ask: "Buying and selling?"
"Well, my place is one of the black market trading places." Aberforth didn't care about the looks of a few people, "However, because the students from Hogwarts will come to Hogsmeade today, no one will come today. "
“You also sell things yourself?” Albert was a little curious.
“No, I’m the bar owner, okay, let’s get started!” Aberforth interrupted, not wanting to talk about this topic any more.
“Call God for protection.”
Albert raised his wand and summoned the griffon. The pale patron saint moved in the bar, instantly lighting up the dim pig head bar.
“No matter how many times I see it, I still think the gryphon is cool. I don’t know what my patronus will be.” Fred murmured, looking at the patronus running briskly.
"If you're curious, just take the time to practice. I think your patron saints should be the same." Albert couldn't help rolling his eyes.
“George, please!” Fred said to the twin brothers immediately.
“You should also cheer me up.”
(End of this chapter)