A Conversation with Victor

Eli's thoughts began to stir. It seemed that in this life, his understanding of the Chinese Wizarding World was truly lacking. Based on what he knew of that country from his previous life, could it possibly be short on magical materials? As the saying went, the land was vast and rich in resources!

Besides, with Dumbledore's connections, could the other party possibly be weak? Absolutely not. Dumbledore had always had plenty of clout.

If he could establish this connection, then even if those material dealers raised their prices to the sky, there would be nothing they could do to him.

Eli felt that this trip had been well worth it.

"Go ahead and do it. It's about time I troubled a few old friends. I heard you hired Lupin as your shop manager?"

Dumbledore casually picked up a licorice sweet, put it into his mouth, and chewed it with a loud crunch.

"Yes, Professor Lupin was very willing to help me with this," Eli said, picking up a licorice sweet as well. But the moment he picked it up, the pitch-black sweet opened its mouth and bit him.

Why did a piece of candy have a mouth? And why could it bite people?

The slightly unhinged licorice sweet fell back into the dish, and the remaining sweets all seemed to come alive, bouncing about like little fish.

"I forgot to tell you, these little sweets are rather temperamental." With a light wave of Dumbledore's hand, all the scattered sweets flew back into the dish and returned to their quiet state.

Eli was rather speechless. Why did Dumbledore always enjoy eating such bizarre things?

Every-Flavor Beans that tasted like dog droppings, lifelike Cockroach Clusters, and now this biting licorice sweet.

"They may be strange, but they all taste quite good." Dumbledore