Two thousand Galleons was not a large sum for Harry as he was now.
But for a bounty, it was actually a considerable amount.
Even Sirius's bounty had not started out in the tens of thousands. After all, Sirius had been considered a loyal follower of Voldemort at the time, as well as an utterly vicious criminal.
Of course, another major reason Sirius's bounty had been higher than Alger Korman's was that the British Ministry of Magic was far wealthier than the Dutch Ministry of Magic.
Black Seven, Korman, had been feeling rather pleased that Harry knew his name. But at Harry's words, his expression immediately changed. "You little brat, you've got some nerve talking to me like that!"
"Huh? Looks like your information is incomplete! I'm a Gryffindor, and nerve is the one thing I've got plenty of." Harry chuckled.
Harry was not simply being recklessly bold, of course. He was deliberately provoking his opponent. An angry opponent would certainly be much easier to handle than a calm one. Since this Dark Wizard had killed over a dozen Dutch Ministry of Magic employees, including Aurors, he naturally could not be weak.
And he was a member of that Mystery Organization, too. Harry would never truly underestimate them.
Yet neither Black Seven, Korman, nor Black Nine, the werewolf wizard, knew that Harry could be so calculating at such a young age.
Korman's gaze darkened as he spoke to the werewolf wizard beside him. "Biazis, do we need to keep this brat alive? Did the bosses say anything about having to capture him alive or whatever?"
"The bosses gave no strict requirements." Black Nine, the werewolf wizard, chuckled. "That Dark Lord may want to deal with this brat himself, but their orders don't apply to us."
"So, anything goes?" A glint