Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 217: Mundungus

While Albert was observing the little old man in front of him, Aberforth was also secretly looking at Albert.

In the eyes of this old man who has lived for more than a century, Albert is undoubtedly a very special existence. This is a precocious child who has matured far beyond his age. Regardless of his words or rhetoric, they all have a strong purpose, not like what a child would say.

Aberforth didn't know what the kid was doing on the black market? But it's not like what Albert said just now, just because of interest, I came to see what the black market looks like.

If it's just because of interest, you won't easily give yourself a Galleon, even if the other party's family is really rich, they won't do such a thing.

A Galleon is a lot of money for a kid of Albert's age, and it's very meaningful that this kid did it.

What does he want to do?

Is it really for making deals with people in the black market?

This is ridiculous.

Aberforth prefers to believe that the other party did it on a whim.

Of course, what the kid in front of him wanted to do had nothing to do with him. Aberforth was just curious.

He should be at Ravenclaw!

It seems that Weasley all went to Gryffindor House, though.

The old man remembered a man, his brother, young Albus Dumbledore. Not long after Dumbledore entered school, he showed extraordinary magical talent. Perhaps, the child in front of him was a similar guy!

Brilliant and ambitious.

So thought Aberforth.

After a while, Hogwarts students began to appear on the streets of Hogsmeade, but no one paid attention to the situation in the remote corner.

Hagrid didn't leave immediately, and stayed at the Pig's Head Bar to take care of Albert and the others. He was very worried about leaving Albert alone in the Pig's Head Bar, for fear that this guy who likes to cause trouble would make another mess.

A few people sat chatting on the rough wooden table near the door of the Pig's Head Bar.

During the period, Albert presents Hagrid and Aberforth with their wizard cards. It's a pity that Hagrid seems to be lacking in interest, but Aberforth is very interested in the wizard card, and he also took the initiative to play a game with Fred.

"It's really interesting," said Aberforth, staring at Dumbledore's card, "but if you want everyone to like it, you'd better put more effort into the card, at least make it look Be more refined, not half-finished products like this."

"We're going to spend five years perfecting and promoting the game." Albert said as he packed up the wizard cards, he heard a loud crackling outside, and Mundungus appeared using Apparition. Outside the Hog's Head Bar.

"Aberforth," Mundungus called out from the doorway.

"Why didn't he come in?" Lee Jordan couldn't help asking.

"Who knows?"

Later, Fred and the others learned the reason from Hagrid's mouth. The owner of the Hog's Head bar did not welcome Mundungus, a guy who likes to steal.

And Mundungus seems to have done something to get banned from the Hog's Head bar forever.

As for the grievances between them, it's not something Albert and the others should pay attention to.

Mundungus looked at Aberforth and said, "Oh, Aberforth, Merlin's beard, I just thought I heard it wrong."

"The customer I introduced to you." Aberforth said with a nod towards Albert.

Mundungus looked sideways at the young Albert, also stunned, then turned to Aberforth and said, "You're joking, to be honest, it's not funny at all." Gus looked angry. He was eating and was taken aback by Aberforth's summons.

"He's not kidding." Albert also looked at the sudden, smelly thief.

Mundungus is a short, shaggy bearded man with two short looped legs and a stench of odor, perhaps from running down an alley or not taking a shower in months.

Anyway, Albert doesn't really like this guy, but there's no denying that Mundungus does look like a competent thief.

"He needs two rune eggs, if you can get him."

"Rune eggs?" Mundungus' eyes wandered back and forth between Aberforth and Albert, "You know, that thing is very popular in the black market, but it's not very common, and I'm very Doubt this kid can afford enough Galleons."

Mundungus felt bad and turned to leave.

"Maybe, we should build trust first." Albert said, "Of course, although I don't think there is any trust in the black market, but... if you trade a few more times, at least there is a basis for trust."

"How many more trades?" Mundungus stopped, turned and asked, "What do you want?"

"I need a bucket of salt, if you can get it for me."

Albert narrowed his eyes, staring into Mundungus' eyes, narrowing dangerously.

"Damn, what do you want a bucket of salt for?" After Mundungus and Albert looked at each other, he felt a little uncomfortable, and involuntarily avoided it. This guy gave him a strange feeling, the eyes of the other party and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth, that is not something a child can have.

Is this kid seeing through my mind?

Such absurd thoughts ran through Mundungus' head.

"You just need to know, you can get one Galleon and that's enough!" Albert calmly offered his price~IndoMTL.com~ Well, a **** of a bucket of salt, wait for me for a quarter of an hour. "Mundungus muttered, "when the time comes, if you let me know you're teasing me..."

He shuts up as Albert grabs a handful of Galleons from his pocket.

Mundungus Apparated hastily and left, he just needs to know that the customer has money, and as for who wants to spend Galleons for a bucket of salt, that's none of Mundungus' business.

"What do you want a bucket of salt for?" Hagrid asked, frowning as he looked at where Mundungus disappeared.

"Pickled vegetables," said Albert jokingly, and he wasn't lying in a way.

"It's not funny at all." Hagrid raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Well, a deal is the basis of a partnership," explained Albert.

"You said it too, thieves are not worth believing." Hagrid frowned deeper and couldn't help reminding: "I think you should stop dealing with that kind of stuff, the guys in the black market like it Take some counterfeit goods to fool others."

"It's okay, I hold a grudge." Albert said lightly.

Remorse, what does this mean?

Literally?

"Didn't you say you never hold grudges?" Fred said suddenly with wide eyes.

"Is there? When did I say it." Albert directly denied what he had said.

"As expected of Albert." Lee Jordan couldn't help muttering.

"What do you want salt for?" George asked.

Albert didn't answer George's question, but said flatly, "Whether it's potions, or making joke props or magic props, there are some things that can't be bought in Diagon Alley, Mondunger. That will come in handy."