Montungus was in a good mood, for all the crucibles he had "imported" a few days ago had been sold, plus he had stopped by to visit a lonely old man, and before leaving, he had taken some old garbage to fill his suitcase.

An owl landed in front of him, and Mundungus opened the note, glanced at the contents, and was in a better mood, the little imp who seemed to be very rich last time seemed to be eager to trade with him.

Although Mondigus didn't know what the other party wanted the swamp digger's fur to do, it didn't stop him from slaughtering the other party's wallet.

If there is a demand, you can sell it for a good price, and as a businessman, Mundungus knows very well how to put the Galleons in other people's pockets.

At half past nine the next morning, Mundungus appeared outside the Pig's Head Bar as expected in the letter, and he would have liked to go in if he could.

It's just that the owner of this shop doesn't welcome himself.

Mundungus took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, opened his suitcase and set up a stall in a nearby snow-free place, he knew that many people didn't like to be seen and trade with him privately, but buying something from a stall was a different matter.

The suitcase has been expanded by the Traceless Stretching Charm, and the contents are filled with a variety of things, like the window of an antique store.

It didn't take long for Mondungus to see the rich imp, and he was no longer impressed by the other party's appearance, but the red-haired Weasley next to him, he was a little impressed.

It's just that, this time, only one came.

Mundungus's face smiled even more happily, rubbing his hands together and asking with a smile, "Would you like to have some?"

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

It's just that what puzzled Mundungus was that the other party didn't look at the fur in the box, but looked at him, and the gaze of this little ghost made him feel very uncomfortable, and he had the illusion of being seen through.

Having been at the bottom of the wizarding world for many years, Mundungus was not a fool, and immediately understood what this meant, and the smile on his face instantly froze.

"4 Galleons, 10 Sico. The boy spoke, his tone calm, and the price revealed stunned Montungus, because it was exactly twice the price of his own imports.

"This ...... It's a bit low!" Monton Guerston felt very bad, he originally thought it was just a little ghost, but he didn't expect it......

"Not low, you've doubled, I think the price is reasonable. ”

"Doubled?" the red-haired Weasley looked away from the merchandise and looked at Mondongus, the kind of look he had seen more than once, as those who tried to rob him would have.

Two imps ready to rob themselves?

Montungus thought it was ridiculous, after all, he wasn't a fool of all things, but ...... His intuition told him that the boy in front of him was not easy to mess with, because there was really not much emotional change on his face, thinking about the letter the other party gave him last time.

"Five Galleons. Mundungus whispered, "That's the bottom line. ”

"Don't you think it's better to have a long stream of water?" reminded the brown-haired boy. "Six Galleons, of course, plus that antique broom. ”

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

"Silver Arrow, it's a handmade broomstick, it's an old kind, but it's still a broom. Before he could finish his sentence, Mundungus was interrupted.

"I'll only pay six Galleons. By the way, is there a way for my snake eggs?" the brown-haired boy digressed.

"Even in the black market, it's hard to get to that thing early. Mundungus muttered, compared the gains, and nodded in agreement.

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

"Just let him go?"

Before the phantom appeared, Mundungus heard the red-haired boy's question, and couldn't help but curse mentally, and the phantom appeared and disappeared.

"Kind of acquaintance!" Albert took out the bag from Hagrid from his pocket and put things inside, this thing is actually a space bag, but the capacity inside is not large.

"I thought you were going to rob Mondongues. An old man walked out, muttering as he looked at the two men who had been spelled out.

"You seem glad to see Montungus robbed?"

"Anyway, that bastard often does petty theft, so it's not surprising that he's been robbed. Albus sneered, "Come in, there won't be anyone in the store today." ”

This is actually an unfamous rule in Hogsmeade Village, and on the days when Hogsmeade Village was open to Hogwarts students, those bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods would take the initiative to stay away from here, which was considered a kind of protection for Hogsmeade students, and it was also a decision made by Hogsmeade merchants.

"That guy didn't go far, I guess somewhere to eavesdrop!" Albert narrowed his eyes and looked in one direction, where the Demonic Charm was located.

"How would you know. Mundungus cursed in his heart and couldn't help but ask.

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

"Come in, leave that at Mondongues, have you really learned the Patronus Charm?" Albus glanced at Mondongus and beckoned Albert in. He wondered how the hell this little guy had learned the Patronus Charm in a matter of months, and was able to summon a physical Patronus.

"Albusford, don't you want to take a look at my new merchandise, maybe you can find something you like. Mundungus beckoned to Albusford, deliberately disgusting the other. The two did have some deals, with Albert occasionally buying some antiques from Mundungus.

Fred and George both looked at Albus with curiosity, and Lee Jordan couldn't help but ask, "Buying and selling?"

"Well, I'm one of the places where I trade on the black market. Albert didn't care about the stares of a few people, "However, because the students of Hogwarts 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, alright, let's get started!" interrupted Albusford, not wanting to talk too much about the subject.

"Call the gods to guard. ”

Albert raised his wand and summoned the Griffin, and the pale Patronus moved around the bar, instantly illuminating the dimly lit hog-headed bar.

"No matter how many times I watched it, I still thought the griffin was cool and didn't know what my Patronus would be. Fred muttered as he looked at the Patronus running at a brisk pace.

"If you're curious, take the time to practice, I think your Patronus should be the same. Albert couldn't help but roll his eyes.

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

"You cheer me on too. ”