Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 283 Wizard Item Merchant

Mundungus was in a good mood. All the "imported" crucibles had been sold a few days ago. In addition, he stopped by to visit a widowed old man. Fill your own small suitcase.

  An owl landed in front of him. Mundungus opened the note, glanced at the contents inside, and felt better. The little devil who looked very rich last time seemed to be eager to trade with him.

  Although Mundungus didn't know what the other party wanted the swamp digger's fur for, it didn't prevent him from slapping the other party's wallet.

  If there is demand, you can sell it at a good price. As a businessman, Mundungus knows how to put Galleons from other people's pockets into his own pocket.

   At 9:30 the next morning, Mundungus appeared outside the Hog's Head Bar as expected in the letter. If possible, he would like to go in.

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

Mundungus took out his pocket watch to check the time, opened his small suitcase and started setting up a stall in a nearby snow-free place. He knew that many people didn't like being seen by others to trade privately with him, but he bought something from a stall That's another matter.

  The small suitcase has been expanded by the Untraceable Stretching Charm, and there are various things in it, like the window of an antique shop.

   It didn't take long for Mundungus to see the rich kid. He didn't have much impression of the other person's appearance, but he had a little impression of the red-haired Weasley beside him.

   But, this time, only one came.

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

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

   However, what puzzled Mundungus was that the other party did not look at the fur in the box, but stared at himself. This kid's gaze made him feel very uncomfortable, and he had the illusion of being seen through.

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

   "4 Galleons, 10 Sickles." The boy spoke in a calm tone, and the revealed price surprised Mundungus, because it happened to be twice the price he imported.

   "This... is a bit low!" Montunger felt very bad immediately. He thought it was just a little devil, but he didn't expect...

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

"Doubled?" The red-haired Weasley looked away from the merchandise and looked at Mundungus. Not only did he see it more than once, but those who wanted to rob him would show such a look. eyes.

   Two little ghosts are going to rob themselves?

Mundungus thought it was ridiculous, after all, he was not a fool for nothing, but...his intuition told him that the boy in front of him was not easy to mess with, because his face did not change much, and he was thinking about the letter he sent to him last time .

   "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 antique broom."

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

   "Silver Arrow, this is a handmade broom, very old, but it is still a fine product." Mundungus was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

   "I will 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 that thing early." Mundungus muttered, compared the income, and nodded in agreement.

  He took the six Galleons, gave the items to the other party, and prepared to leave.

   "Just let him go?"

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

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

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

   "You seem happy to see Mundungus robbed?"

   "Anyway, that **** often does some petty theft, so it's not surprising to be robbed." Aberforth sneered, "Come in, there won't be anyone in the store today."

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

   "That guy didn't go far, maybe he's hiding somewhere to eavesdrop!" Albert squinted his eyes and looked in one direction, where Mundungus, who was shrouded in the illusion spell, was there.

   "How do you know?" Mundungus cursed secretly in his heart, and couldn't help asking.

   "Footprints." Albert raised his finger and pointed to the ground.

   "Come in, don't worry about that idiot Mundungus. By the way, have you really learned the Patronus Charm?" Aberforth cast a glance at Mundungus and beckoned Albert to go in. He was very curious, how this little guy learned the Patronus Charm within a few months, and was able to summon a physical Patronus.

   "Aberforth, don't you take a look at my new products, maybe you can find something you like." Mundungus greeted Aberforth, deliberately disgusting him. The two did have some dealings, and Aberforth occasionally bought antiques from Mundungus.

  Fred and George looked at Aberforth curiously, and Lee Jordan couldn't help but ask, "Buying and selling?"

"Well, my place is considered one of the places for black market transactions." Aberforth didn't care about the eyes of several people, "However, because Hogwarts students will come to Hogsmeade today, no one will come today. "

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

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

   "Call God for protection."

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

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

   "If you are curious, take the time to practice. I think your patron saints should be the same." Albert couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

   "George, please!" Fred immediately said to the twin brothers.

   "You also give me a good cheer."

  (end of this chapter)