Gargamel was Dudley's name for himself.

Because Dudley's impression of Gargamel was that he didn't cast spells at all, but just kept brewing potions, Dudley felt that this was very similar to himself.

Although he had more bushy hair than the real Gargamel, he was able to beat twenty of those skinny creatures in one go.

You think it's a gathering place for wizards?

No! That kind of place Dudley can't get into.

It's a meeting place for the Squibs.

Squibs can't cast spells, so the room isn't covered with a Traceless Stretching Charm, and the image of the down-and-out wizard is not good, let alone expect the Squib's image to be much better.

Squibs don't have a good time in the wizarding world, because they don't know magic, and not knowing magic means they can't pursue magic-related careers, which means they don't have a source of income, after all, not every Squib is as lucky as Mr. Filch, the caretaker of Hogwarts.

Squibs don't rely on their families to help them survive in the wizarding world, and if they want to live in the wizarding world, they have to find another way out.

They are at the bottom of the wizarding world...

Therefore, Squibs often travel back and forth between the Muggle world and the wizarding world in order to survive, and they are also the easiest Muggles to come into contact with people in the wizarding world.

After all, wizards who claim to be high above never look at Muggles in the eye.

The image of the squire was the best of the squibs, and even so, the clothes looked oily and dirty.

With the exception of a few Squibs like Mrs. Figg, most Squibs should not be expected to be hygienic, they refuse to use Muggle detergents and detergents, but they don't have the wizard's 'clean up' spell.

It can only be described in one word... Sloppy.

The wizards had Hogsmeade at a good time, and the Squibs didn't have that strength, so they had to live in houses built by Muggles.

Passing by a room, Dudley faintly heard a few words coming from inside... Such as magic, quick fixes...

The attendant flattered Dudley into the deepest room of the house.

It was the agreed place to trade.

Dudley is a big customer of theirs, so naturally they have to be cautious.

In the room, there were several squibs who had been waiting here for a long time, and after Dudley entered the room, they all stood up and looked at Dudley with a flattering face.

"Where's the stuff?" As soon as he entered the room, Dudley went straight to the point.

The main thing is that the smell here is too bad, and as an existence with a normal sense of smell or even beyond ordinary people, he doesn't want to stay for a moment.

"Dear Mr. Gargamel, this is what you want."

One of the squibs in the room, who looked slightly cleaner, handed Dudley a small satchel he had with him.

Dudley took the small satchel and opened it directly to take a look, the satchel had obviously been inflicted a traceless stretching spell, and the space inside was much larger than it looked from the outside, but the space was extremely limited, and it could only store more things.

Jumping roots, gill sac grass, bad blood grass, lovage grass, sneeze grass... And so on and some common medicinal materials familiar to the wizarding world are neatly placed in glass bottles, in addition to several magic books.

It's enough for myself for a while. ’

Dudley took a cursory glance, and while none of the potions were of the highest quality, they weren't too bad.

The main thing is that he can't go to the wizarding world to buy them himself, and it's good to be able to get these.

"That's right, but I'd like to get some slightly rarer materials next time. For example, the fire ash snake egg, the skydiving mushroom hat, the troll snot, the liquid grass, the African tree snake skin, etc. ”

"That's not a good thing to talk about." The squib said this first, then rubbed his fingers and said, "But if the price is right, it's still fine." Now that you're happy with what you're doing this time, you see..."

The Squib just casually said that many of the materials Dudley wanted were contraband, which was difficult for even a normal wizard to obtain, let alone them.

Actually, Dudley also wanted some bicorn horn powder, but that thing was contraband among contraband, and it was unlikely that the Squib would get it.

"As long as you can get it for me, money is not a problem."

Dudley said as he placed the bag on the table and poured it out.

The group of squibs in the room stared straight and stared at each other, their eyes full of greed.

In the dim light, a bright and golden piece brightens the eyes.

It's all gold.

Naturally, Dudley's currency with Squibs could not be the pound sterling, they only accepted gold.

It's not that the Squibs are antiques, but because gold can barely be used as currency in the wizarding world.

If there were no magic stones to turn stones into gold to disrupt the market, gold would be hard currency.

After all, one of the main raw materials of Golden Galleon is gold.

In fact, Gringotts in the wizarding world does provide a British pound exchange for gold galleons, 5 pounds can be exchanged for 1 galleon, but the upper limit for 1 year is 100 gold galleons, and it is only for young wizards who go to Hogwarts.

Ordinary people can't take advantage of the price difference loophole to make a profit, don't think that those goblins are stupid, their desire and greed for money is far beyond your imagination.

If you go to Gringotts to exchange this bag of gold, you can only get a pitiful amount of gold Galleons.

The gold galleon is gold, but gold is not equal to the gold galleon, and it also needs a special processing method and number from the elves.

In addition to the cost of magic materials, the Squibs also make a hard-earned profit, and most of it is earned by the goblins.

I have to say that wizards are really nervous, and they actually put their economic lifeline in the hands of a defeated race.

"It's a pleasure to work with."

Dudley's white bag of the Traceless Stretching Spell made Dudley feel good, and without looking at the gold on the table, he carefully put the satchel away, and said to the Squib.

Now he is not short of money, only potion materials.

And he found that as long as the potion was well concocted, it was not much worse than an ordinary wizard.

The power of some potions is actually quite extraordinary.

"It's a pleasure to work with." The squibs got gold, and the mood naturally went without saying.

As for robbing Dudley and getting the potion materials back or something... I didn't think about it at all, as a squib, it was useless for them to ask for potion materials, and it was not easy to find a master like Dudley who was so generous this year.

If you offend him, the loss will be great.

Besides, the squib can't cast spells, so what can he rob? Hand-to-hand combat?

Looking at Dudley's sturdy and unseemly body, all the thoughts he had were extinguished.

Dudley went out of the alley, and soon got into the car at the agreed place, and then the driver drove to a property, which was the place where Dudley had purchased a potion store, and there was still some time before noon, and he had to put his things away first.

There's no need for Petunia who is averse to magic to see them yet.

At least not yet.