While 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, a precocious child with maturity far beyond his years. Regardless of his words or rhetoric, they have a strong sense of purpose, not at all like what a child would say.

Aberforth didn't know what the boy was doing on the black market, but he wasn't just interested in it, as Albert had just said, to see what the black market was like.

If it's just because of interest, you won't easily give yourself a Galleon, even if the other party's family is really rich, you won't do such a thing.

A Galleon is a lot of money for a child of Albert's age, and it is insignificant that this child did so.

What does he want to do?

Is it really to trade with people in the black market?

This is ridiculous.

Aberforth prefers to believe that the other party did it on a temporary basis.

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

He should be at Ravenclaw College!

However, it seems that Weasley all went to Gryffindor.

The old man remembered a man, his older brother, young Albus Dumbledore. Not long after Dumbledore entered the school, he showed extraordinary magical talents, and perhaps, the kid in front of him was something like that!

Talented and ambitious.

Aberforth thought.

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

Hagrid didn't leave immediately, and stayed at the Pig's Head Bar to take care of Albert and the others, and he was very worried about leaving Albert alone at the Pig's Head Bar, for fear that this guy who likes to cause trouble would make some kind of moths.

A few people sat at the rough wooden table near the door of the Pig's Head Bar and chatted.

During this time, Albert pitched their wizarding cards to Hagrid and Aberforth. Unfortunately, Hagrid seemed to be in a lack of interest, and Aberforth was interested in the Wizard card and took the initiative to play a game with Fred.

"It's kind of interesting. Aberforth stared at Dumbledore's card and said, "However, if you want everyone to like it, it's better to put a little more effort into the card, at least to make it look more polished, not a half-finished product like this." ”

"We're going to spend five years perfecting and promoting the game. Albert said as he cleaned up the wizard's cards as he heard a loud crackling sound outside, and Mundungus appeared outside the pig's head bar using an apparition.

"Aberforth. Mundungus shouted as he stood in the doorway.

"Why didn't he come in?" asked Lee Jordan.

"Who knows?"

Later, Fred and the others learned from Hagrid that the owner of Hog's Head Bar did not welcome Mondonguez, a guy who liked to steal.

And Montungus seems to have done something to be banned from the Hog's Head bar forever.

As for the grievances between them, it is not something that Albert should pay attention to.

Mundungus looked at Aberforth and said, "Oh, Aberforth, Merlin's beard, I just thought I had misheard. ”

"The customer I introduced to you. Aberforth said with a nod to Albert.

Mundungus looked sideways at young Albert, also stunned, and then turned to Aberforth and said, "You're kidding, honestly, it's not funny at all." "Mundungus looked angry, he had just been eating, and was taken aback by Aberforth's summons.

"He's not kidding. Albert looked at the sudden, stinking thief as well.

Mundungus was a bearded, unshaven chunky man with two short looped legs, and a stench that permeated his body, perhaps from having broken through an alley or not showering in months.

In short, Albert didn't like the guy very much, but there's no denying that Mundungus does look like a competent thief.

"He needs two Runi Snake Eggs, if you can get them for him. ”

"Rune snake eggs?" Mundungus' gaze wandered back and forth between Aberforth and Albert, "You know, it's hot on the black market, it's not very common, and I'm skeptical that kid can afford enough Galleons." ”

Mundungus felt discouraged and turned to leave.

"Perhaps, we should build trust first. "Of course, I don't think there's much trust in the black market, but ...... If you trade a few more times, there is at least a foundation of trust. ”

"How many more trades?" Mundungus paused, turned around and asked, "What do you want?"

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

Albert narrowed his eyes as he stared into Mundungus' eyes, narrowing dangerously.

"Hell, what do you want a bucket of salt for?" Mundungus looked at Albert and felt a little uncomfortable, so he involuntarily avoided it. This guy gave him a strange feeling, the other party's eyes and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which is not something that a child can have.

Did this kid see through my thoughts?

Such a ridiculous thought appeared in Montungus's head.

"All you need to know is that you can get one Galleon!" Albert calmly offered his price.

"Well, hell a bucket of salt, wait for me for a quarter of an hour. Mundungus muttered, "When the time comes, if you let me know you're teasing me......"

He shut up as Albert grabbed a handful of Galleons from his pocket.

Mundungus hastily apparitions and left, he just needed to know that the customer had money, and as for who was willing to spend Galleons for a barrel of salt, it was none of Mundungus's business.

"What do you want a bucket of salt for?" Hagrid asked with a frown as he looked at where Mundungus had disappeared.

"Pickles. Albert joked that he wasn't actually lying to some extent.

"It's not funny at all. Hagrid raised an eyebrow slightly.

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

"As you said, thieves are not worth trusting. Hagrid's brows furrowed even deeper, and he couldn't help but remind, "I don't think you should deal with that kind of goods, those guys in the black market like to fool people with some imposters." ”

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

Holding a grudge, what does it mean?

Literally?

"Didn't you say you never hold a grudge?" said Fred, his eyes widening suddenly.

"Yes? When did I say that? Albert directly denied what had been said.

"It's Albert. Lee Jordan couldn't help but grunt.

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

Albert didn't answer George's question, but said nonchalantly, "Whether it's potions, joke making paraphernalia, or magic props, there are some things that can't be bought in Diagon Alley after all, and Mundungus will come in handy." ”

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