Deterrence

"Oh my God, you bunch of lunatics!"

The last remaining wizard looked at the completely emptied shop and marveled at people's madness.

Then he spotted that Mundungus was still holding a bottle. He lunged forward, snatched it away, tossed down a few coins, and ran off without looking back.

Mundungus stood there with his hands spread, utterly dumbfounded. Staring blankly at the shop as though it had been scrubbed clean, he broke into a foolish grin.

"Hehehe..."

As he sorted through the countless coins, drool nearly ran from his mouth. How wonderful would it be if all of this were his!

No!

He suddenly slapped himself twice across the face. This was the task Dumbledore had given him—how could he line his own pockets?

He swiftly gathered up the coins and sent them to Gringotts, afraid that if he looked at them any longer, he would not be able to resist claiming them for himself.

When he returned and looked at the empty shop, a few wizards who had come after hearing of it lingered outside. Seeing that everything had sold out, they shook their heads and left.

Mundungus was heartbroken. This was all money!

If only more potions could be delivered, they would have an endless stream of money!

He could barely resist writing to Eli immediately and asking him to send more stock.

At that moment, Eli, far away at Hogwarts, received a letter from Gringotts.

Looking at the string of numbers in the letter, Eli's grin nearly reached his ears.

In just one day, they had earned ten thousand Galleons!

That was a sum many wizards would never see in their entire lives.

And that was after he had deliberately reduced the quantity of goods released.

That was right—limiting the daily stock had been Eli's idea.

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