Chapter 306 Carmichael Second-hand Store
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
After bidding farewell to the Qiu family, the number of people on the platform became much smaller.Hermione and Ron have been picked up by their respective families, and Harry has also left with his uncle and aunt. I believe that with Sirius's appearance this time, the Dursleys will be more or less able to bully Harry again. There will be some fear.
Eddie and his father, Mr. Carmichael, remained waiting for Glenn.
Seeing the Qiu family walking away, Eddie came over with a smile, patted Glenn on the shoulder, and asked, "How are you? Are you particularly nervous?"
"Why haven't you gone back yet, Mr. Carmichael?" Glenn was too lazy to pay attention to a guy whose spirit of gossip was burning, and turned to look at his father.
"Of course I'm waiting for you!" Eddie said before his father could. "Dad said you have to take a Muggle taxi when you go back by yourself. It's more convenient to come with us. He has to go to the store anyway."
"It's a ride anyway," Mr. Carmichael said with a smile.
The three of them walked all the way to a hidden place where there was no one around. Glenn said politely, "I'll trouble you."
Mr. Carmichael waved his hand nonchalantly, motioning for the two to catch him, and then waved his wand.
With a crisp sound of "pop", the surrounding scenery quickly rotated, and the vision in front of him blurred for an instant. An irresistible force came over, and Glenn felt that his whole body was squeezed together, and then he was roughly stuffed. Into a thin tube.
This feeling was not very comfortable, but fortunately the journey lasted only a short moment. Suddenly, the vision regained clarity, and the pressure on the body was relieved.
In the warehouse of Carmichael's second-hand store, three people carrying large and small bags suddenly appeared. Eddie staggered two steps and sat down on the ground.
"It doesn't feel good to follow the obvious, doesn't it, Glenn?" he complained as he struggled to his feet.
Glenn was also feeling uncomfortable and was taking a deep breath to relieve the dizziness in his brain.
The warehouse was filled with the strong aroma of wine, which Mr. Carmichael prepared according to Glenn's suggestion for the small traders and thieves who came to trade.
Next door is the trading area, and there are bursts of noisy shouts.
"These people are always like this. They chat and brag all over the world after drinking some wine. They are so noisy every day." Mr. Carmichael shrugged and said somewhat helplessly.
"It's completely understandable." Glenn shook his head nonchalantly, "But that's fine. Maybe a drunken remark they casually said while drunk could be important information worth thousands of dollars."
Mr. Carmichael nodded with deep understanding: "That's right. You can really hear a lot of important things from these people's mouths."
Glenn was startled. Seeing his reaction, it seemed that he had heard something very secret.
"I have something that I need to talk to Glenn about alone. You might as well go to the store first, Eddie, and see if there are any gadgets you like."
Mr. Carmichael seemed to know what Glenn was thinking, and randomly found a reason to send Eddie away.
Eddie didn't ask any questions and just nodded and left the warehouse.
"If I'm not wrong, Glenn, you support me opening a store in Diagon Alley not just because of your friendship with Eddie, right?" Mr. Carmichael asked, "Of course, if there is anything you can't say, I won’t ask further questions.”
This humble second-hand shop opened its doors last year. It only took a few months for it to become very popular. Everything went incredibly smoothly. Without the secret support of the Ollivander family, this shop would not have been able to survive. It may have come to this point.
He is a smart man, and he also knows that the pie will not fall from the sky for free. Naturally, Glenn does not spend so much effort to help him expand the store's business just because he values the dividends.
During this year, he thought about it for a long time, and then thought that before Glenn returned to Hogwarts, he always liked to hang out with those little people, and even paid for himself to buy food and drinks to win over them. Then he vaguely guessed that he seemed to be I want to get some gossip from these people that is difficult for ordinary people to find out.
However, he did not think that this was Glenn's own idea. He thought it was due to Dumbledore's plan or the interests of the Ollivander family.
"There's nothing I can't say." Glenn smiled and shook his head. "Since you've already guessed it, I won't tell you anything. Indeed, I support you in opening this store because I want to learn from the chats of these little people. Collect some relatively secret information."
This sentence finally confirmed what Mr. Carmichael had always suspected.He did not continue to ask whose instructions this came from, but took the initiative to put forward his own ideas.
"Since you have needs in this area," he conjured two armchairs, "then we might as well find a few more people to make this work more organized."
"Oh? Please tell me in detail." After hearing what he said, Glenn also became interested. This was exactly what he had always wanted to do but had no energy to do.
Mr. Carmichael thought for a while and said: "The first is the collection process. We can actually find some reliable people, or pretend to be cleaners, or sneak into them, and collect the information we hear every day. If I would probably miss a lot by myself.”
The suggestion suited Glenn well.He nodded without hesitation and said: "This is the best. But the most important thing is to find someone who is completely trustworthy."
"Of course," Mr. Carmichael agreed.
Glenn thought for a while and continued: "In addition, based on my previous contact with them, these guys can say anything, and most of them are unfounded talk, so these information still need to be Then go through screening and verification.”
"Understood. Leave this job to me." Mr. Carmichael immediately agreed. "The business in the store is on track. It is enough to have employees to take care of it every day. I don't need to keep an eye on it at all times. In this case , I just have the energy to sort out useful information."
"This is really great!" Glenn exclaimed, "If it were anyone else, I would really be a little uneasy."
Mr. Carmichael laughed heartily. After so many years of hard work, he could see that Glenn's trust was based on true feelings and was not just a courtesy to win people's hearts.
"By the way," he slapped his forehead, "I almost forgot, I just heard some strange news from those people today. It was about the Ministry of Magic."
"Who's it about?" Glenn asked.
"Barty Crouch, have you heard of this person? He is the director who was pushed out by Fudge as a shield."
Eddie and his father, Mr. Carmichael, remained waiting for Glenn.
Seeing the Qiu family walking away, Eddie came over with a smile, patted Glenn on the shoulder, and asked, "How are you? Are you particularly nervous?"
"Why haven't you gone back yet, Mr. Carmichael?" Glenn was too lazy to pay attention to a guy whose spirit of gossip was burning, and turned to look at his father.
"Of course I'm waiting for you!" Eddie said before his father could. "Dad said you have to take a Muggle taxi when you go back by yourself. It's more convenient to come with us. He has to go to the store anyway."
"It's a ride anyway," Mr. Carmichael said with a smile.
The three of them walked all the way to a hidden place where there was no one around. Glenn said politely, "I'll trouble you."
Mr. Carmichael waved his hand nonchalantly, motioning for the two to catch him, and then waved his wand.
With a crisp sound of "pop", the surrounding scenery quickly rotated, and the vision in front of him blurred for an instant. An irresistible force came over, and Glenn felt that his whole body was squeezed together, and then he was roughly stuffed. Into a thin tube.
This feeling was not very comfortable, but fortunately the journey lasted only a short moment. Suddenly, the vision regained clarity, and the pressure on the body was relieved.
In the warehouse of Carmichael's second-hand store, three people carrying large and small bags suddenly appeared. Eddie staggered two steps and sat down on the ground.
"It doesn't feel good to follow the obvious, doesn't it, Glenn?" he complained as he struggled to his feet.
Glenn was also feeling uncomfortable and was taking a deep breath to relieve the dizziness in his brain.
The warehouse was filled with the strong aroma of wine, which Mr. Carmichael prepared according to Glenn's suggestion for the small traders and thieves who came to trade.
Next door is the trading area, and there are bursts of noisy shouts.
"These people are always like this. They chat and brag all over the world after drinking some wine. They are so noisy every day." Mr. Carmichael shrugged and said somewhat helplessly.
"It's completely understandable." Glenn shook his head nonchalantly, "But that's fine. Maybe a drunken remark they casually said while drunk could be important information worth thousands of dollars."
Mr. Carmichael nodded with deep understanding: "That's right. You can really hear a lot of important things from these people's mouths."
Glenn was startled. Seeing his reaction, it seemed that he had heard something very secret.
"I have something that I need to talk to Glenn about alone. You might as well go to the store first, Eddie, and see if there are any gadgets you like."
Mr. Carmichael seemed to know what Glenn was thinking, and randomly found a reason to send Eddie away.
Eddie didn't ask any questions and just nodded and left the warehouse.
"If I'm not wrong, Glenn, you support me opening a store in Diagon Alley not just because of your friendship with Eddie, right?" Mr. Carmichael asked, "Of course, if there is anything you can't say, I won’t ask further questions.”
This humble second-hand shop opened its doors last year. It only took a few months for it to become very popular. Everything went incredibly smoothly. Without the secret support of the Ollivander family, this shop would not have been able to survive. It may have come to this point.
He is a smart man, and he also knows that the pie will not fall from the sky for free. Naturally, Glenn does not spend so much effort to help him expand the store's business just because he values the dividends.
During this year, he thought about it for a long time, and then thought that before Glenn returned to Hogwarts, he always liked to hang out with those little people, and even paid for himself to buy food and drinks to win over them. Then he vaguely guessed that he seemed to be I want to get some gossip from these people that is difficult for ordinary people to find out.
However, he did not think that this was Glenn's own idea. He thought it was due to Dumbledore's plan or the interests of the Ollivander family.
"There's nothing I can't say." Glenn smiled and shook his head. "Since you've already guessed it, I won't tell you anything. Indeed, I support you in opening this store because I want to learn from the chats of these little people. Collect some relatively secret information."
This sentence finally confirmed what Mr. Carmichael had always suspected.He did not continue to ask whose instructions this came from, but took the initiative to put forward his own ideas.
"Since you have needs in this area," he conjured two armchairs, "then we might as well find a few more people to make this work more organized."
"Oh? Please tell me in detail." After hearing what he said, Glenn also became interested. This was exactly what he had always wanted to do but had no energy to do.
Mr. Carmichael thought for a while and said: "The first is the collection process. We can actually find some reliable people, or pretend to be cleaners, or sneak into them, and collect the information we hear every day. If I would probably miss a lot by myself.”
The suggestion suited Glenn well.He nodded without hesitation and said: "This is the best. But the most important thing is to find someone who is completely trustworthy."
"Of course," Mr. Carmichael agreed.
Glenn thought for a while and continued: "In addition, based on my previous contact with them, these guys can say anything, and most of them are unfounded talk, so these information still need to be Then go through screening and verification.”
"Understood. Leave this job to me." Mr. Carmichael immediately agreed. "The business in the store is on track. It is enough to have employees to take care of it every day. I don't need to keep an eye on it at all times. In this case , I just have the energy to sort out useful information."
"This is really great!" Glenn exclaimed, "If it were anyone else, I would really be a little uneasy."
Mr. Carmichael laughed heartily. After so many years of hard work, he could see that Glenn's trust was based on true feelings and was not just a courtesy to win people's hearts.
"By the way," he slapped his forehead, "I almost forgot, I just heard some strange news from those people today. It was about the Ministry of Magic."
"Who's it about?" Glenn asked.
"Barty Crouch, have you heard of this person? He is the director who was pushed out by Fudge as a shield."
