Chapter 279 Deal
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
In the Hogsmeade team, Soul is still staying with Hermione, and Hermione is also accompanied by her relatives, Susan Bones, and Hannah with shawl long hair. Of course, there are When Hannah is there, there is Neville.
Speaking of which, I haven't seen Neville in the castle for a long time. He and Hannah basically spent a lot of their free time in the greenhouse working for Professor Sprout.
He is a Gryffindor, but he has outstanding talent in Hufflepuff's professional Herbology class. A considerable part of the points in the Gryffindor House Cup were contributed by Neville in the Herbology class.
"Let's meet at the Candy Duke later?" Before arriving at Hogsmeade, Soul quietly approached Hermione and asked softly in her ear.
Feeling a stream of hot air blowing softly towards her earlobe and blowing into her ear canal, Hermione blushed, quietly distanced herself from Soul, and nodded playfully.
While at the castle, Hermione already knew what Soul was planning to do during this Hogsmeade week, to convert the Acromantula venom they had collected from the Forbidden Forest not long ago.
There was no pharmacy in Hogsmeade, and Hermione didn't know how Soul was going to turn the half pint of venom into gold galleons, but she wisely didn't ask.
So, where is Sur going to 'sell the stolen goods'?I believe you who are handsome and beautiful in front of the screen should have guessed it.
Ha, yes, that's it, right there.
Not long after, a hangtag swaying in the wind, with half of the characters missing appeared in front of us - pig head wine mouth. The character "ba" had disappeared, leaving only a capital, dim 'b'.
The full name is the Pig's Head Bar, which is the place where Sur has been once before and had a brief, unpleasant experience.
It was here that Hagrid made the py deal with the already gray Professor Quirrell, lighting up the achievement of raising dragons.
It is also known as a small black market.
Many black wizards or white wizards will harvest or sell something here. Such a bright idea is stuck here. If there is no background behind it, no one will believe it.
Aha, it’s Dumbledore’s brother, Mr. Aberforth, who plays the whole game in the original novel and never appears.
Therefore, Sur is not going to find a knowledgeable person in the bar to dispose of the bottle of venom this time. With his current appearance and age, he is going to find an adult wizard. It is better to meet someone who obeys the rules. If he encounters someone who does not obey the rules, it will be better Yes, ask a high price to take away the venom, and wait for him to go out the next moment, just shoot Avada and come over.
There is only one result - all people and money are lost. Of course, this is not necessarily the case. Maybe it is the unlucky guy who was sent to see Merlin by Sur?
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble in the future, Soul decided to go directly to the owner of the Pig's Head Bar, Aberforth Dumbledore.
That's what Ariana calls --- another brother.
For Ariana's sake, he would give himself a good price, right?Hey...
"Creak..." The old wooden door made an unpleasant sound, and bright light slipped in from the half-open door, illuminating the dim, candle-lit tavern for a moment.
There was another "creak" sound, the wooden door closed, and the tavern became dark again.
Suer observed this shabby tavern. It looked even messier than last time. The chairs scattered around were either tilted or lying on the floor. There was a puddle of wine stains and several empty wine bottles on the table. .
Obviously, there was a carnival of drunkards or a secret deal last night, but no one was here at this time.
This makes it easier for Suer to do the next thing.
The strong smell of alcohol mixed with the burning smell of low-quality tobacco rushed into the tip of his nose, irritating Suer and couldn't help but sneeze.
"This is a bar and we don't accept young wizards." A middle-aged man with a brown beard holding a black rag in his hand stood at the door of the inner room with a cold expression and looked impatiently at Sur who broke in. Behind him is the kitchen.
It seems that Mr. Aberforth has forgotten about him. Soul looked at his blue eyes that were exactly the same as Principal Dumbledore and said.
"I'm here to see you, sir."
"Looking for me?" Aberforth leaned his body against the door frame, as if he had remembered something. "Did those two little guys ask you to come? Do you want whiskey or butterbeer?"
The two little things Aberforth mentioned, Soul knew without guessing, were referring to the Weasley brothers.
"Actually..." Suer walked to a wooden table that was no longer in its original position, looked at the dark brown stains on it, frowned, and turned to the bar, which was still clean.
"I don't want wine, sir." Suer dug out of his pocket, took out a bottle filled with more than half a bottle of green liquid, and carefully placed it on the bar, "I'm here to sell something."
"I don't accept any messy things here."
"If you want to sell something, you can come here later. There are often people selling gadgets here. You can sell things to them."
"Of course, the premise is..." Aberforth flatly refused without even looking at the bottle Suer took out. He looked at Suer up and down a few times, and then smiled.
"You can keep your stuff, or your life."
Soul stood there calmly and said softly, "Someone asked me to come to you, sir. She said that you are a man of your word and will not deceive Hogwarts students."
Aberforth sneered, "Then you might have been deceived."
Having said that, Aberforth still staggered closer to Soul, and his eyes finally looked at the small bottle that was safely sitting on the bar.
"What is this? If it is some rubbish potion, I will not accept it here."
"Acromantula venom, sir," Sur answered.
"Oh?" A glimmer of light flashed in Aberforth's eyes, then disappeared. He reached out and took the bottle in his hand, shook it slightly, and opened the cork.
Sur watched with distress as a drop of venom dripped out from the mouth of the bottle, but this was one of the verification methods.
"Tsk..." A wisp of light smoke immediately floated on the wooden tabletop of the bar, and a small hole was corroded.
Then, Aberforth stretched out his fingers to wipe the remaining venom around the small hole and rubbed it.
"I didn't realize it, but you are quite brave." After a while, Aberforth wiped it on the rag, put the cork back into the mouth of the bottle, and then spoke casually.
"45 Galleons, the most I can give you is 45 Galleons."
Soul secretly calculated that in Diagon Alley, a pint of Acromantula venom is worth 100 Galleons, and half a pint is about 50 Galleons. This is the value of this bottle of venom based on the available data.
To be honest, according to his judgment, this little more than half a pint of venom could be sold for about 40 Galleons.
45 galleons is actually beyond Sur's psychological price, but from Aberforth's words, it can be heard that the price of this bottle of venom may be a little higher.
But Sur is not greedy and has a long-term vision. There is still another opportunity for trading. Anyway, there are a lot of Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest.
"make a deal."
Speaking of which, I haven't seen Neville in the castle for a long time. He and Hannah basically spent a lot of their free time in the greenhouse working for Professor Sprout.
He is a Gryffindor, but he has outstanding talent in Hufflepuff's professional Herbology class. A considerable part of the points in the Gryffindor House Cup were contributed by Neville in the Herbology class.
"Let's meet at the Candy Duke later?" Before arriving at Hogsmeade, Soul quietly approached Hermione and asked softly in her ear.
Feeling a stream of hot air blowing softly towards her earlobe and blowing into her ear canal, Hermione blushed, quietly distanced herself from Soul, and nodded playfully.
While at the castle, Hermione already knew what Soul was planning to do during this Hogsmeade week, to convert the Acromantula venom they had collected from the Forbidden Forest not long ago.
There was no pharmacy in Hogsmeade, and Hermione didn't know how Soul was going to turn the half pint of venom into gold galleons, but she wisely didn't ask.
So, where is Sur going to 'sell the stolen goods'?I believe you who are handsome and beautiful in front of the screen should have guessed it.
Ha, yes, that's it, right there.
Not long after, a hangtag swaying in the wind, with half of the characters missing appeared in front of us - pig head wine mouth. The character "ba" had disappeared, leaving only a capital, dim 'b'.
The full name is the Pig's Head Bar, which is the place where Sur has been once before and had a brief, unpleasant experience.
It was here that Hagrid made the py deal with the already gray Professor Quirrell, lighting up the achievement of raising dragons.
It is also known as a small black market.
Many black wizards or white wizards will harvest or sell something here. Such a bright idea is stuck here. If there is no background behind it, no one will believe it.
Aha, it’s Dumbledore’s brother, Mr. Aberforth, who plays the whole game in the original novel and never appears.
Therefore, Sur is not going to find a knowledgeable person in the bar to dispose of the bottle of venom this time. With his current appearance and age, he is going to find an adult wizard. It is better to meet someone who obeys the rules. If he encounters someone who does not obey the rules, it will be better Yes, ask a high price to take away the venom, and wait for him to go out the next moment, just shoot Avada and come over.
There is only one result - all people and money are lost. Of course, this is not necessarily the case. Maybe it is the unlucky guy who was sent to see Merlin by Sur?
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble in the future, Soul decided to go directly to the owner of the Pig's Head Bar, Aberforth Dumbledore.
That's what Ariana calls --- another brother.
For Ariana's sake, he would give himself a good price, right?Hey...
"Creak..." The old wooden door made an unpleasant sound, and bright light slipped in from the half-open door, illuminating the dim, candle-lit tavern for a moment.
There was another "creak" sound, the wooden door closed, and the tavern became dark again.
Suer observed this shabby tavern. It looked even messier than last time. The chairs scattered around were either tilted or lying on the floor. There was a puddle of wine stains and several empty wine bottles on the table. .
Obviously, there was a carnival of drunkards or a secret deal last night, but no one was here at this time.
This makes it easier for Suer to do the next thing.
The strong smell of alcohol mixed with the burning smell of low-quality tobacco rushed into the tip of his nose, irritating Suer and couldn't help but sneeze.
"This is a bar and we don't accept young wizards." A middle-aged man with a brown beard holding a black rag in his hand stood at the door of the inner room with a cold expression and looked impatiently at Sur who broke in. Behind him is the kitchen.
It seems that Mr. Aberforth has forgotten about him. Soul looked at his blue eyes that were exactly the same as Principal Dumbledore and said.
"I'm here to see you, sir."
"Looking for me?" Aberforth leaned his body against the door frame, as if he had remembered something. "Did those two little guys ask you to come? Do you want whiskey or butterbeer?"
The two little things Aberforth mentioned, Soul knew without guessing, were referring to the Weasley brothers.
"Actually..." Suer walked to a wooden table that was no longer in its original position, looked at the dark brown stains on it, frowned, and turned to the bar, which was still clean.
"I don't want wine, sir." Suer dug out of his pocket, took out a bottle filled with more than half a bottle of green liquid, and carefully placed it on the bar, "I'm here to sell something."
"I don't accept any messy things here."
"If you want to sell something, you can come here later. There are often people selling gadgets here. You can sell things to them."
"Of course, the premise is..." Aberforth flatly refused without even looking at the bottle Suer took out. He looked at Suer up and down a few times, and then smiled.
"You can keep your stuff, or your life."
Soul stood there calmly and said softly, "Someone asked me to come to you, sir. She said that you are a man of your word and will not deceive Hogwarts students."
Aberforth sneered, "Then you might have been deceived."
Having said that, Aberforth still staggered closer to Soul, and his eyes finally looked at the small bottle that was safely sitting on the bar.
"What is this? If it is some rubbish potion, I will not accept it here."
"Acromantula venom, sir," Sur answered.
"Oh?" A glimmer of light flashed in Aberforth's eyes, then disappeared. He reached out and took the bottle in his hand, shook it slightly, and opened the cork.
Sur watched with distress as a drop of venom dripped out from the mouth of the bottle, but this was one of the verification methods.
"Tsk..." A wisp of light smoke immediately floated on the wooden tabletop of the bar, and a small hole was corroded.
Then, Aberforth stretched out his fingers to wipe the remaining venom around the small hole and rubbed it.
"I didn't realize it, but you are quite brave." After a while, Aberforth wiped it on the rag, put the cork back into the mouth of the bottle, and then spoke casually.
"45 Galleons, the most I can give you is 45 Galleons."
Soul secretly calculated that in Diagon Alley, a pint of Acromantula venom is worth 100 Galleons, and half a pint is about 50 Galleons. This is the value of this bottle of venom based on the available data.
To be honest, according to his judgment, this little more than half a pint of venom could be sold for about 40 Galleons.
45 galleons is actually beyond Sur's psychological price, but from Aberforth's words, it can be heard that the price of this bottle of venom may be a little higher.
But Sur is not greedy and has a long-term vision. There is still another opportunity for trading. Anyway, there are a lot of Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest.
"make a deal."
