Seeing Vincent about to leave the cave, Ebenezer hurried after him.
"Honored guest, please wait."
Vincent did not even turn his head, his attitude utterly resolute.
"Please forgive my suspicions—" Ebenezer jogged ahead of him. "You know, in our line of work, one must be cautious above all else."
"Hah—" Vincent sneered repeatedly. "The profits to be made in Knockturn Alley are nowhere near what you're making now."
A hundred ounces of Acromantula Venom could earn three thousand Galleons with a single resale.
These days, Dark Magic items were like firearms. Even after waiting ten days or half a month, there might not be a customer.
And Fudge was preparing a second raid. Borgin and Burkes would probably end up worse off than Wayne's little supermarket.
"Ahem—" Ebenezer laughed awkwardly, now completely convinced that the man he had stopped was Hogwarts' Professor Snape.
"The greater the profits, the greater the risks."
Vincent impatiently shook his black robes.
Merchants pursued profit. The Rosier Family's recommendation had indeed been reliable.
Since he believed in putting profit first, Mr. Burke before him had likely become a qualified black-market merchant because he was dissatisfied with Borgin and Burkes' earnings.
Whether Vincent had guessed right did not matter. He was only a trading channel anyway.
"I'm leaving, Mr. Burke."
Ebenezer put away the Wizard Cards with a conflicted expression. "Honored guest, I eagerly await your next visit."
Everyone said Lord Malfoy had a very good relationship with Snape. Perhaps he knew some inside information about Wizard Cards.
As a qualified black-market merchant, Ebenezer had long since stocked up on a large number of cards.
Vincent swept his gaze across the ten rings on his fingers and walked out of the cave with a cold expression.
Once his identity had been confirmed, Ebenezer immediately tried to