At that moment, Harley suddenly looked up.
After learning Mundungus's name, she had felt it was familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before.
Now she finally remembered. "Mr. Fletcher, I'll call you Mundungus."
"If I remember correctly, I saw you in a photograph with Professor Dumbledore."
"The names were written beneath the photo. You were standing next to Professor Lupin, right?"
"Oh, that's right," Mundungus said gruffly. "I know which photograph you mean. It was probably the one I gave Hagrid."
"I used to work for Dumbledore, too, and I did it for free, to fight You-Know-Who."
Hermione was clearly surprised by Mundungus's words. She was about to ask something, but Harley stopped her.
Harley shook her head and quietly signaled to Hermione to wait until they were done with business.
When Hermione fell silent, Fred and George began their dealings with Mundungus.
They traded twenty-seven Galleons for a bag of contraband.
As a shareholder, Harley took a glance inside and spotted high-quality Potion ingredients, including Venomous Tentacula seeds, Fwooper feathers, and African Tree Snake skin.
"We've wanted to buy this stuff for ages," Fred sighed, carefully tying the bag shut and stuffing it under his robes.
"We just never had enough money."
"Ah, poverty limits our vision, our imagination, and our ability to act," George said, wiping away nonexistent tears.
"Only now do we have the capital to start dreaming."
Harley ignored the two jokers pretending to sob into each other's shoulders. She'd seen them put on plenty of over-the-top performances like this on the team.
She looked straight at Mundungus. "Mundungus, will you trade with anyone?"
Mundungus had been biting a Galleon with his back teeth. He looked up, sized Harley up, then nodded.
"Of course. As long as there's money in it, I don't mind