Chapter 217: Mondungus

When 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 prematurely mature child far beyond his age. Regardless of his words or rhetoric, they are very purposeful, not like what a child would say.

Aberforth did not know what this kid was doing in the black market? But it's definitely not like Albert said just now, just come over because of interest to see what the black market looks like.

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

A Gallon is a great fortune for a child of Albert's age, but this child has done so, which can not help but feel meaningful.

What does he want to do?

Is it really for trading with people in the black market?

This is ridiculous.

Aberforth was more willing to believe that the other party did so on a temporary basis.

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

He should be at Ravenclaw College!

However, Weasley seems to have all entered Gryffindor College.

The old man thought of a man, his brother, the young Albus Dumbledore. Not long after Dumbledore enrolled in school, he showed his extraordinary magical talent. Maybe, the kid in front of him is a similar guy!

Talented and ambitious.

Aberforth thought so.

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

Hagrid did not leave immediately. He kept staying in the pig's head bar to look after Albert's several people. He was very worried about leaving Albert at the pig's head bar alone, for fear that this guy who likes to make trouble would make some moths.

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

During this period, Albert recommended Hagrid and Aberforth their wizard card. Unfortunately, Hagrid seemed uninterested, but Aberforth was very interested in the wizard card and took the initiative to play a game with Fred.

"It's really interesting." Aberforth said, staring at Dumbledore's card. "However, if you want everyone to like it, you'd better work on the card, at least to make it look more refined. Not a semi-finished product like this."

"We are going to spend five years perfecting and promoting this game." Albert said while packing up the wizard cards. He heard a loud crackling outside, and Mondungus used the Apparition to appear at the Pig's Head Bar. outer.

"Aberforth," Mondungus shouted inside 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 Hager. The owner of the Pig's Head did not welcome Mondungus, who likes to steal.

And Mondungus seemed to have done something and was forever forbidden to step into the pig's head bar.

As for the grievances between them, Albert and his colleagues should not be concerned.

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

"The customer I introduced to you." Aberforth said, turning his head towards Albert.

Mondungus turned his head to look at the young Albert, also stunned, then turned his head and said to Aberforth, "You are kidding, honestly, it's not funny at all." Mondungus looked at it. He was very angry. He was eating just now and was shocked by Aberforth's call.

"He wasn't kidding." Albert also looked at the sudden, smelly thief.

Mondungus was a short fat man with a beard and two short looped legs. His body was full of a smell, perhaps because he had drilled through the alley or had not taken a shower for months.

In short, Albert doesn't like this guy very much, but it is undeniable that Mondungus does look like a competent thief.

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

"Running snake eggs?" Mondongues's eyes wandered back and forth between Aberforth and Albert. "You know, that thing is very popular on the black market, but it's not very common, and I doubt this kid. Can you afford enough Kanon."

Mondungus felt unlucky and turned around to leave.

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

"How many more deals?" Montongues stopped, turned and asked, "What do you want?"

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

Albert squinted, staring at Mondungus's eyes, and squinted dangerously.

"Damn it, what do you want a bucket of salt for?" After Mondungus and Albert looked at each other, feeling a little uncomfortable, they involuntarily avoided. This guy gave him a strange feeling, the other's eyes and the faint smile on the corners of his mouth were not something a child could have.

Did this kid see through my thoughts?

Such absurd thoughts appeared in Mondungus' head.

"You just need to know that you can get a gallon is enough!" Albert calmly offered his own price~www.NovelMTL.com~Well, **** a bucket of salt, wait a quarter of an hour for me. "Mundungus murmured, "At that time, if you let me know that you are teasing me..."

He shut up because Albert grabbed a handful of Kanon from his pocket.

Mondungus apparated and left in a hurry. He only needed to know that the customer had money. As for who was willing to spend money to buy a bucket of salt, it was nothing about Mondungus.

"What do you want a bucket of salt for?" Hagrid asked with a frown, looking at the place where Mondungus had disappeared.

"Pickled vegetables," Albert said jokingly, and his words are not actually a lie to some extent.

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

"Well, a transaction is the basis of cooperation." Albert explained.

"You also said that the thief is not to be trusted." Hagrid frowned deeper and couldn't help but reminded: "I don't think you should deal with that kind of stuff. Those guys on the black market like to take some fakes. The goods come to fool others."

"It's okay, I'm very grudge." Albert said lightly.

Keep grudges, what does this mean?

literal meaning?

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

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

"It's really Albert." Lee Jordan couldn't help muttering.

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

Albert did not answer George’s question, instead he said indifferently, “Whether it’s potions, or making jokes or magic items, some things are not available in Diagon Alley after all. Mondungus will send them. It works."

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