A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix walked into the dirty bar and looked around. There were only a few customers in twos and threes, and one of them was a squat witch in a thick veil.

"Well, it shouldn't come yet."

He was sitting in the obvious position by the window, and the bar owner came over, "What do you want?" He said in a vicious voice, Felix smiled, and replied in a voice that could not distinguish between men and women: "A glass of fire whisky."

It didn't take long for the bar owner to bring a tall wine glass with a bright flame, and the glass was full of blue wine.

Felix had no intention of drinking because of suspicious stains on the cup. But Firewhiskey was the secret code he had set before.

A few minutes later, the witch in the thick veil stood up. Felix thought she was going to leave, but she got up and sat opposite him.

"There's someone here, ma'am." Felix frowned.

"I am," the witch said in a smug, deliberately low male voice, "although I don't know who you asked to find me, but the Pig's Head Bar is not a good place to meet. I was banned from coming here more than ten years ago, and I had to Do some disguise."

Felix looked at the "witch" opposite him in surprise. He knocked on the edge of the corner of the table, and his table became hazy, and his voice was confined to the narrow space.

He regained his original voice and asked curiously, "Mundungus Fletcher?"

Mundungs ​​murmured, "Who the hell told you, I prefer my code name - Generalist." His back was to the bar owner, so he loosened a corner of the scarf, revealing a An unshaven face, his eyelids drooping and his eyes bloodshot.

He picked up the fire whiskey, "Should you not drink it? It's too obvious, boy, in reality you must be a person of status, pay attention to-" He took a sip of wine, "not like me-hh~" He sucked Breath, a heat wave spewed out of his mouth.

Felix laughed, "I'll ask you, but if you don't bring what I want—"

"Oh, another threat, Mundon hears that much!" Mundungus said, and he glanced furtively from side to side—though not necessary, it seemed more like an ingrained habit— He took out a flat package from under his stomach and grinned, "You'll be satisfied..."

Felix let the package separate itself, revealing its contents—a dusty silver plate. His hand flicked lightly, the dust on the plate disappeared instantly, and the eyes of Mundungus looking at him became cautious.

The plate took on its original appearance, a shallow stone basin with ancient rune and magical symbols carved around the rim. It is a Pensieve.

"It doesn't look very good..." Felix said softly, while constantly sensing the state of the Pensieve, secretly evaluating the possibility of repair.

"Ha, how fresh, otherwise I wouldn't keep it in my hands for two or three years." Mundungus took a sip of wine and stared at Felix, "Are you an alchemist? Knockturn Alley, or Cannon The one over there? Or the one on the order?"

"It's none of your business, Mundungus."

"Oh, never mind, I think, we can have a stable connection, no need to go through an intermediary, it's too dark, I need to pay a fee to get accurate information, you know." Mundongus muttered, " Those are two Xi Ke, if I hadn't heard that the other party wanted a Pensieve, I wouldn't have come."

Felix smiled and said, "You'll make more money, aren't smugglers just pursuing profits?"

"Hey! When I was young, I also wanted to do a big business, and I was successful... I almost thought I had succeeded and climbed up a big man, and I was loyal to him, but in the end I found that these gray corners were more suitable for me. "

"Or, the gray tomb?" Felix said casually, picking up the Pensieve and scrutinizing the magical symbols on it.

Mundungus didn't mean to be ashamed. "I'm always going to live -- at least 200 Galleons, and to get this, we've got one dead and one half dead."

Felix glanced at him, and he doubted that even if he gave this guy 200 Galleons, Mundungus would not honestly give it to his comrades, and even the comrades he said were a temporary team.

He thought about it for a moment, "200 Galleons? A hundred at most, I'm not taking advantage of it, this thing is rubbish in your hands, and I can't guarantee that it will be repaired as it was. I can have more - but, I need You help me find some information, ancient ruins... and ancient magical creations."

"Broker? No problem! Old Mundon is well informed," Mundungus said triumphantly.

"But," Mundungus' bloodshot eyes widened, "I need a deposit! A deposit..."

"boom!"

A bag embroidered with green and blue patterns appeared on the table, making a crisp and pleasant sound of "crashing".

Mundungus swallowed, and when he opened the bag, the golden light inside almost blinded his eyes.

"What charming little fellows... listen to them..." He stretched out his dirty hands, "you're such a generous person, I'll take the job, you just have to wait--oh, this what is it!"

When Mundungus reached for the bag, a small gray-green snake suddenly appeared and bit him. The small snake swam its gray body and returned to Felix, turning into a transparent glass bottle.

A few drops of blood remained in the bottle.

Mundungus stared at him with an ugly face, as if he was planning to explode at any time.

"I've asked about your reputation, Mundungus Fletcher, a smuggler, liar, thief, burglar... I can't believe what you say, and in order to prevent you from having bad thoughts, I think—the best Take some precautions."

Mundungus was still furious, but he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression became calm.

"I never break my promise, there are slanders against me outside! But...whatever you want, now, there will be no more snakes in the bag?" He glanced at Felix, and Felix made a request Actions. He muttered, "Slytherin." Hiding the bag in the women's robe.

Felix said: "100 Galleons is the price of a broken Pensieve, and the other 900 Galleons, you use to collect and buy magic items, or to find out information... It's up to you, I don't want modern things, and also Don't fool me with black magic items."

"As long as I think it's worth it, you'll keep getting money from me."

Mundungus saw the black and white mask on Felix's face becoming pleasing to the eye, "How should I find you?" He also thought about it seriously.

Felix threw him a stone, which was a variant of Fennut. "Inject magic, as long as you are in Hogsmeade, I can find you."

"I'm more sure that you are an alchemist." Mundungus put away the stone, he muttered: "It's not fair, you know me, but I don't know you."

"You'll know, but we need time to build trust," Felix said.