Wizarding Goods Merchant

Mundungus was in a good mood. All the "imported" crucibles had been sold a few days ago. Plus, he stopped by to visit an old man who was alone. Before leaving, he took some old garbage to fill his suitcase.

An owl landed in front of him. Mundungus opened the note and glanced at the content inside. He felt better. The little devil who looked rich last time seemed to be eager to trade with him.

Although Mundungus didn't know what the other party wanted Swamp Snatcher's fur for, it didn't stop him from killing the other party's wallet.

If there is demand, you can sell it at a good price. As a businessman, Mundungus knows how to put Galleon from other people's pockets into his own pocket.

At nine-thirty the next morning, Mundungus appeared outside Hog's Head Pub as expected in the letter. If possible, he would like to go in.

However, the owner of this store did not 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 buying something from a stall was another matter.

The small suitcase has been expanded by Undetectable Extension Charm, and there are all kinds of things inside, 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 next to him.

However, this time, only one came.

Mundungus smiled even more happily, rubbed his hands together, and asked with a smile, "Do you want some?"

As he spoke, he pointed to a corner in the box and told Albert that it was Swamp Snatcher's fur.

However, what puzzled Mundungus was that the other party did not look at the fur 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.

Mundungus, who has been hanging out at the bottom of Wizarding World all year round, is not an idiot. He immediately understood what this meant, and the smile on his face froze in an instant.

"4 Galleon, 10 Sickle." The boy spoke in a very calm tone. The price revealed shocked Mundungus, because it was exactly twice the price of his own import.

"This... is a bit low!" Mundungus immediately 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 took his eyes away from the product and looked at Mundungus. Not only did he see that kind of look more than once, but also those who wanted to rob him would show such a look.

Two brats planning to rob him?

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 on his face. He was thinking about the last letter the other party sent to him.

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

"Don't you think it would be better if the water flows slowly and slowly?" the brown-haired boy reminded. "Of course, six Galleon, plus that old antique broom."

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

"Silver Arrow, this is a handmade broom, very old, but it is still a fine product." Mundungus was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"I will only pay six Galleon. By the way, is there any way to get my snake eggs?" The brown-haired boy changed the subject.

"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 Galleon, gave the things to the other party, and was ready to leave.

"Just let him go like this?"

In front of Apparition, Mundungus heard the red-haired boy's question and couldn't help but mentally cursed, Apparition was gone.

"It's quite cognizant!" Albert took out the bag sent by Hagrid from his pocket and put the things in it. This thing is actually a space bag, but the capacity inside is not 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 eliminated Disillusionment Charm.

"You seem to be happy to see Mundungus being robbed?"

"Anyway, that bastard often does some petty theft, so it's not surprising that he was robbed." Aberforth sneered, "Come in, there won't be anyone in the store today."

This is actually an unknown rule of Hogsmeade. On those days when Hogsmeade is open to Hogwarts students, those ghosts and monsters will take the initiative to stay away from here. This is a kind of protection for Hogsmeade students, and it is also a decision made by Hogsmeade businessmen.

"That guy hasn't gone far, he's probably hiding somewhere and eavesdropping!" Albert squinted his eyes and looked in one direction, where Mundungus was shrouded by Disillusionment Charm.

"How did you know?" Mundungus cursed in his heart and couldn't help but ask.

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

"Come in, don't worry about that idiot Mundungus. Have you really learned Patronus Charm?" Aberforth glanced at Mundungus and called Albert in. He was very curious as to how this little guy learned Patronus Charm in a few months, and how he could also summon Corporeal 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 transactions, and Aberforth occasionally bought some antiques from Mundungus.

Fred and George both looked at Aberforth curiously, and Li 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 Hogwarts students 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 more about this topic.

"Expecto Patronum."

Albert raised his wand and summoned Griffin. The pale Patronus moved in the bar, instantly lighting up the dim Hog's Head Pub.

"No matter how many times I see it, I still think Griffin is cool. I don't know what my Patronus will be." Fred murmured as he looked at Patronus running briskly.

"If you're curious, just take the time to practice. I think your Patronus should be the same." Albert couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"George, please!" Fred immediately said to brother Twins.

"You should also work hard for me."