Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 283: Wizard Item Merchant

Mundungus is in a very good mood. He has sold all the "imported" crucibles a few days ago. In addition, he dropped by to visit a lonely old man. Before leaving, he also took some old garbage. , to fill your own small suitcase.

An owl fell in front of him. Mundungus opened the note and glanced at the contents. He was in a better mood. The kid who looked rich last time seemed to be eager to meet him. traded.

Although Mundungus didn't know what the other party wanted the fur of the swamp digger, that didn't stop him from slaughtering the other party's wallet.

If there is demand, it can be sold at a good price, and as a businessman, Mundungus knows how to put galleons from other people's pockets into his own.

The next morning at 9:30 AM, Mundungus appeared outside the Hog's Head Bar as expected in the letter, and would have liked to go in if he could.

It's just that the owner of the store doesn't welcome him.

Mundungus took out his pocket watch and checked the time. He opened a small suitcase and set up a stall in a nearby snow-free place. He knew that many people didn't like to be seen and privately traded with him, but from a stall It's a different story to buy something in.

The small suitcase has been expanded by the Traceless Stretch Charm, and it contains a variety of items, like the window of an antique store.

It didn't take long for Mundungus to see the rich kid. He had no impression of the other's appearance, but he had a little impression of the red-haired Weasley beside him.

Only, this time, only one came.

Mundungus smiled even more happily, rubbed his hands together, and asked with a smile, "Would you like some?"

As he spoke, he pointed to a corner in the box and told Albert that it was the fur of a swamp digger.

But what puzzled Mundungus was that the other party didn't look at the fur in the box, but looked at himself. This kid's gaze made him feel very uncomfortable, and there was an illusion of being seen through. .

Being at the bottom of the magic world all the year round, Mundungus is not an idiot. He immediately understood what this meant, and the smile on his face froze instantly.

"4 Galleons, 10 siko." The boy spoke in a calm tone. The revealed price surprised Mundungus, because it was exactly twice the price he imported.

"This... is a bit low!" Mondungston felt very bad. He originally thought he was just a kid, but he didn't expect...

"Not low, you doubled it, I think the price is very reasonable."

"Double?" The red-haired Weasley looked away from the merchandise and looked at Mundungus, not only that, he had seen it more than once, those who wanted to rob him would Show this look.

Two goblins ready to rob themselves?

Mundungus thought it was ridiculous, after all, he wasn't a scumbag, but... intuition told him that the boy in front of him was not easy to mess with, because there really wasn't much emotional change on his face, thinking about the other party last time Letter to yourself.

"Five Galleons." Mundungus whispered, "This is the bottom line."

"Don't you think it's better to have a long stream of water?" the brown-haired boy reminded. "Six Galleons, of course, plus that old-fashioned broom."

"What kind of broom is this? It looks old."

"Silver Arrow, this is a hand-made broom, a very old one, but it's still a fine art." Mundungus was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

"I'll only pay six Galleons. By the way, is there a way for my snake eggs?" The brown-haired boy changed the subject.

"Even in the black market, it's hard to get there early." Mundungus muttered, compared the benefits, and nodded in agreement.

He took the six Galleons, handed the thing to him, and was about to leave.

"Just let him go?"

Before Apparating, Mundungus heard the question from the red-haired boy, and couldn't help but cursed inwardly, and Apparating disappeared.

"It's still sensible!" Albert took out the bag that Hagrid had given him from his pocket and put things in it. This thing is actually a space bag, but the capacity inside is not large.

"I thought you were going to rob Mundungus." An old man came out and muttered as he looked at the two who had been dispelled by the Disillusionment Curse.

"You seem happy to see Mundungus being robbed?"

"Anyway, that **** often does some petty things, so it's not surprising to be robbed." Albusford sneered, "Come in, there will be no people in the store today."

This is actually an obscure rule of Hogsmeade Village. On the days when Hogsmeade Village is open to Hogwarts students, those bulls, ghosts and snakes will take the initiative to stay away from here. A protection for the students of Maud, and a decision made by the merchants of Hogsmeade.

"That guy didn't go far, I guess where is he hiding and eavesdropping!" Albert narrowed his eyes and looked in one direction, where Mundungus, who was shrouded in the phantom curse, was there.

"How do you know." Mundungus cursed inwardly and couldn't help asking.

"Footprints." Albert raised his finger and pointed to the ground~IndoMTL.com~ Come in, forget about that idiot Mundungus, by the way, have you really learned the Patronus Charm? "Albusford cast a glance at Mundungus and invited Albert to enter. He was very curious how this little guy learned the Patronus Charm within a few months, and was able to summon the physical Patronus.

"Albusford, don't you take a look at my new products, maybe you can find something you like." Mundungus greeted Albusford, which was deliberately disgusting other side. The two did have some dealings, with Albusford occasionally buying antiques from Mundungus.

Both Fred and George looked at Albus Ford curiously, and Lee Jordan couldn't help asking, "Selling?"

"Well, my place is one of the black market places." Albusford didn't pay attention to the eyes of several people, "However, because the Hogwarts students will come to Hogsmeade today, there is no one today. will come."

"You sell things yourself?" Albert was a little curious.

"No, I'm the bar owner, okay, let's get started!" Albusford interrupted, not wanting to talk about the subject.

"Calling God's Guard."

Albert raised his wand and summoned the Griffin. The pale patron saint moved in the bar, instantly illuminating the dim Pig's Head bar.

"No matter how many times I watch it, I still think the Gryphon is cool, I don't know what my Patronus will be." Fred muttered, looking at the Patronus who was running briskly.

"If you're curious, take the time to practice. I think your Patronus should be the same." Albert couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"George, please!" Fred said immediately to the twins.

"You cheer me on too."