The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Mundungs ​​was in a good mood. He had sold all the crucibles he had "imported" a few days ago. In addition, he dropped by to visit a lonely old man. Before he left, he also took some old rubbish for the Fill your own small suitcase.

An owl fell in front of him. Mundungus opened the note and glanced at the contents. He was in a better mood. The kid who looked rich last time seemed to be eager to trade with him.

Although Mundungus didn't know what the other party wanted the fur of the swamp digger, it didn't prevent him from slaughtering the other party's wallet.

When there is demand, it can be sold at a good price, and as a businessman, Mundungus knows how to put Galleons from other people's pockets into his own.

At nine-thirty the next morning, Mundungus showed up outside the Hog's Head, as expected in the letter, and would have liked to go in if he could.

It's just that the owner of this store doesn't welcome him.

Mundungs ​​took out his pocket watch and checked the time, opened the suitcase and set up a stall in a nearby snow-free place. He knew that many people didn't like to be seen and trade with him privately, but he bought something from a stall. It's another matter.

The small suitcase was expanded by the Traceless Stretching Charm, and there were various things inside, like the window of an antique store.

It didn't take long for Mundungus to see the rich kid. He had no impression of the other's appearance, but he had a little impression of the red-haired Weasley beside him.

Only, this time, only one came.

Mundungus smiled even more happily, 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 of the swamp digger.

However, what puzzled Mundungs ​​was that the other party did not look at the fur in the box, but looked at himself. The eyes of this little devil made him feel very uncomfortable, and there was an illusion of being seen through.

Having been at the bottom of the magic world all the year round, Mundungus is not an idiot. He immediately understood what it meant, and the smile on his face froze instantly.

"4 Galleons, 10 siko." The boy spoke in a calm tone. The revealed price surprised Mundungus, because it happened to be twice the price he imported.

"This... a little low!" Mundongston felt very bad, he thought he was just a kid,

did not expect……

"Not low, you doubled it, I think the price is very reasonable."

"Double?" The red-haired Weasley looked away from the merchandise and looked at Mundungus. Not only that, he had seen it more than once, but those who wanted to rob him would show this. eyes.

Two little devils ready to rob themselves?

Mundungs ​​thought it was ridiculous, after all, he wasn't a white jerk, but... intuition told him that the boy in front of him was not easy to mess with, because there really wasn't much emotional change on his face, thinking about what the other party gave him last time. letter.

"Five Galleons." Mundungus whispered, "This is the bottom line."

"Don't you think it's better to have a long stream of water?" the brown-haired boy reminded. "Six Galleons, of course, plus that old-fashioned broom."

"What kind of broom is this? It looks very old."

"Silver Arrow, this is a hand-made 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 for my snake eggs?" The brown-haired boy changed the subject.

"Even in the black market, it's hard to get there early." Mundungus muttered, compared the benefits, and nodded in agreement.

After he took the six Galleons and gave them the things, he was ready to leave.

"Just let him go?"

Before Apparition, Mundungus heard the question from the red-haired boy, and couldn't help but cursed inwardly, and Apparition disappeared.

"It's still sensible!" Albert took out the bag that Hagrid gave him from his pocket and put things in it. This thing is actually a space bag, but the capacity inside is not large.

"I thought you were going to rob Mundungus." An old man came out and muttered as he looked at the two who had been dispelled by the Disillusionment Curse.

"You seem happy to see Mundungus being robbed?"

"Anyway, that bastard often does some petty things, and it's not surprising to be robbed." Albusford sneered, "Come in, there will be no people in the store today."

This is actually an obscure rule of Hogsmeade Village. On the days when Hogsmeade Village is open to Hogwarts students, those ghosts and snakes will take the initiative to stay away from here, which is considered a kind of Hogsmeade students. A kind of protection, and it is also a decision made by the merchants of Hogsmeade.

"That guy didn't go far, I guess where is he hiding and eavesdropping!" Albert narrowed his eyes and looked in one direction, where Mundungus, who was shrouded in the phantom curse, was.

"How would you know?" Mundungus cursed inwardly and couldn't help asking.

"Footprints." Albert raised his finger and pointed to the ground.

"Come in, don't worry about that idiot Mundungus, have you really learned the Patronus Charm?" Albusford cast a glance at Mundungus and called Albert to enter. He was curious how this little guy learned the Patronus Charm within a few months, and was able to summon a physical Patronus.

"Albusford, don't you take a look at my new products, maybe you can find something you like." Mundungus greeted Albusford, which was deliberately disgusting the other party. The two did have some dealings, with Albusford occasionally buying antiques from Mundungus.

Fred and George both looked at Albusford curiously, and Lee Jordan couldn't even help asking, "Bought and sold?"

"Well, my place is one of the places for black market transactions." Albusford didn't care about the eyes of several people, "However, because the students of 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!" Albusford interrupted, not wanting to talk more about this topic.

"God Guard."

Albert raised his wand and summoned the sphinx. The pale patron saint moved in the bar, instantly illuminating the dim pig's head bar.

"No matter how many times I watch it, I still think the Gryphon is cool. I don't know what my Patronus will be." Fred muttered as he looked at the Patronus who was running briskly.

"If you're curious, take the time to practice. I think your patron saints should be the same." Albert couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"George, please!" Fred immediately said to the twins.

"You also cheer me on."