Mondungus was in a good mood. A few days ago, all the "imported" cauldrons had been sold out. In addition, he stopped by to visit a widow and lonely old man. Before leaving, he took away some old trash and used it. Fill your own suitcase.

An owl fell in front of him. Mondungus opened the note and glanced at the contents. He felt better. The kid who looked rich last time seemed to be eager to trade with him.

Although Mondungus didn't know what the other party wanted to do with the fur of the swamp dig, it did not prevent him from slaughtering the other party's wallet.

If there is demand, you can sell it at a good price. As a businessman, Mondungus knows how to put the Gallon of other people's pockets into his own pocket.

At 9:30 the next morning, Mondungus appeared outside the Pig Head Bar as expected in the letter, and he wanted to go in if he could.

However, the owner of this store does not welcome himself.

Mondungus took out his pocket watch to check the time, opened the suitcase and started to set up a stall in a nearby snow-free place. He knew that many people did not like being seen by others to trade privately with him, but bought something from a stall. It's another matter.

The suitcase was expanded by the Unmarked Stretching Curse, and it contained a variety of things, like the window of an antique shop.

It didn't take long for Mondungus to see the rich kid. He had no impression of the other's appearance, but the red-haired Weasley next to him was a bit impressed.

Only this time, only one came.

Mondungus smiled happily, rubbing his hands together, and asked with a smile: "Do you want something?"

With that, he pointed to a corner of the box and told Albert that it was the fur of the swamp dig.

However, what makes Mondungus puzzled is that the other party did not look at the fur in the box, but looked at him. This kid's gaze made him feel very uncomfortable, and there was an illusion of being seen through.

Having been at the bottom of the magic world all the year round, Mondungus was not a fool, and immediately understood what it meant, and the smile on his face instantly froze.

"4 gallons, 10 cica." The boy said in a calm tone. The exposed price shocked Mondungus, because it was exactly twice the price of his own imports.

"This...a little bit low!" Monton Gaston felt very bad. He originally thought it was just a kid, but he didn't expect...

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

"Doubled?" The red-haired Weasley looked away from the merchandise, and looked at Mondungus. Not only did he see it more than once, but those who wanted to rob him would show this. Look.

Are the two brats ready to rob themselves?

Mondungus thought it was ridiculous. After all, he was not a fool, but... his instinct told him that the boy in front of him was not easy to provoke, because his face really didn't change much. He was thinking about what the other party gave him last time. letter.

"Five Kalong." Mondungus whispered, "This is the bottom line."

"Don't you think that a long stream of water is better?" the brown-haired boy reminded. "Of course, six gallons, plus that old antique broom."

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

"Silver Arrow, this is a hand-made broom, very old, but it is still a fine product." Mondungus was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"I will only pay six gallons. By the way, is there a way for my snake egg?" The brown-haired boy turned off the subject.

"Even in the black market, it's hard to get to that thing early." Montongues murmured, compared the benefits, and nodded in agreement.

He took the six gallons, and after giving things to each other, he was about to leave.

"Just let him go like this?"

Before the Apparition, Mondungus heard the red-haired boy's question and couldn't help cursing inwardly, and the Apparition was gone.

"It's still acquainted!" Albert took out the bag given by Hagrid from his pocket and put the things in it. This thing is actually a space bag, but the capacity inside is not too large.

"I thought you were going to rob Mondungus." An old man walked out and muttered as he looked at the two people who had been dispelled.

"You seem to be happy to suggest that Mondungus was robbed?"

"Anyway, that **** often does some petty theft, and it's not surprising to be robbed." Albusford sneered, "Come in, no one will be in the store today."

This is actually an unfamiliar rule in Hogsmeade. On the days when Hogsmeade was open to Hogwarts students, the monsters, ghosts and zombies would take the initiative to stay away from this place, which is considered to be for Hogsmeade students A kind of protection is also a decision made by the merchants of Hogsmeade.

"That guy hasn't gone far, I guess where is it hiding?" Albert squinted his eyes and looked in one direction, where Mondungus was shrouded by the phantom curse.

"How do you know?" Mondungus cursed inwardly and couldn't help asking.

"Footprints." Albert raised his finger to the ground.

"Come in, don't worry about that fool of Mondungus, have you really learned the patron saint curse?" Albusford gave Mondungus a glance and beckoned Albert to go in. He was curious as to how this little guy learned the patron saint curse in a few months and was able to summon the patron saint of flesh.

"Albusford, don't you look at my new products, maybe you can find something you like." Mondungus greeted Albusford, which was deliberately disgusting. The two did have some deals, and Albusford occasionally bought some antiques from Mondungus.

Fred and George both looked at Albusford curiously, and Lee Jordan couldn't help even asking, "Buying and selling?"

"Well, I can be regarded as one of the black market trading places~www.mtlnovel.com~ Albusford doesn't care about the eyes of a few people." However, today because Hogwarts students will come to Hogsmeade, so today No one will come. "

"You sell things yourself?" Albert was a little curious.

"No, I'm the bar owner, now, let's get started!" Albusfu interrupted, not wanting to talk more about this topic.

"Call God to guard."

Albert raised his magic wand and summoned the lion-body eagle-headed beast. The pale patron saint moved in the bar, instantly illuminating the dim pig's head bar.

"No matter how many times I look at it, I still think the lion head beast is cool. I don't know what my patron saint will be." Fred muttered looking at the patron saint who was running briskly.

"If you are curious, take time to practice. I think your patron saints should be the same." Albert couldn't help rolling his eyes.

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

"You cheer for me too."