The Alchemist of Harry Potter

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. This is a precocious child who has matured far beyond his age. Regardless of his words or rhetoric, they all have a strong purpose, not like what a child would say.

Aberforth didn't know what the kid was doing in the black market. But it's not like what Albert said just now, just because of interest, I came to see what the black market looks 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, they won't do such a thing.

A Galleon is a lot of money for a child of Albert's age, and this child has done so, which can't help but make a lot of sense.

What does he want to do?

Is it really for making deals with people in the black market?

This is just ridiculous.

Aberforth was more willing to believe that the other party did it on a whim.

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

He should be at Ravenclaw!

However, it seems that Weasley all went to Gryffindor House.

The old man thought of a man, his brother, young Albus Dumbledore. Not long after Dumbledore entered school, he showed extraordinary magical talent. Perhaps, the child in front of him was 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 the remote corner.

Hagrid didn't leave immediately, and stayed at the Pig's Head Bar to take care of Albert and the others. He was very uneasy about leaving Albert alone in the Pig's Head Bar, for fear that this guy who likes to cause trouble would make another mess.

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

During this period, Albert recommended their wizard cards to Hagrid and Aberforth. It's a pity that Hagrid seems to be lacking in interest, but Aberforth is very interested in the wizard card, and he also took the initiative to play a game with Fred.

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

"We're going to spend five years perfecting and promoting the game," Albert said as he packed up the wizard cards. He heard a loud crackling sound outside, and Mundungus used Apparition to appear at the Hog's Head Bar. outside.

"Aberforth," Mundungus called in from the door.

"Why didn't he come in?" Lee Jordan couldn't help asking.

"Who knows?"

Later, Fred and a few people learned the reason from Hagrid's mouth. The owner of the pig's head bar did not welcome Mundungus, a guy who likes to steal.

And Mundungus seems to have done something and was banned from entering the Hog's Head bar forever.

As for the grievances between them, it's not something Albert and the others should pay attention to.

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

"The customer I introduced to you." Aberforth nodded towards Albert and said.

Mundungus looked sideways at the young Albert, also stunned, then turned his head to Aberforth and said, "You're joking, to be honest, it's not funny at all." Mundungus looked at When he got up, he was very angry. He was eating just now and was taken aback by Aberforth's message.

"He's not kidding." Albert also looked at the sudden, smelly thief.

Mundungus was a short, shaggy man with two short looped legs and a stench, perhaps from burrowing through the alley or not taking a shower in months.

In short,

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

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

"Rune eggs?" Mundungus' eyes wandered back and forth between Aberforth and Albert, "You know, that thing is very popular in the black market, but it's not common, and I'm very suspicious of this kid. Can afford enough Galleons?"

Mundungus felt bad and turned to leave.

"Maybe, we should build trust first." Albert said, "Of course, although I don't think the black market has any trust at all, but... if there are more transactions, at least there is a basis for trust."

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

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

Albert narrowed his eyes, stared into Mundungus's eyes, and narrowed dangerously.

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

Did this kid see through my mind?

Such absurd thoughts came to Mundungus' head.

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

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

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

Mundungus apparated and left in a hurry, he just needed to know that the customer had money, and as for who was willing to spend Galleons for a bucket of salt, that was none of Mundungus' business.

"What do you want a bucket of salt for?" Hagrid couldn't help frowning as he looked at where Mundungus had disappeared.

"Pickled vegetables," Albert said jokingly, and he wasn't lying to some extent.

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

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

"You said it too, thieves are not to be trusted." Hagrid's brows furrowed, and he couldn't help reminding: "I think you should stop dealing with that kind of stuff. Those guys in the black market like to take some fakes. The goods come to fool others."

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

Remorse, what does this mean?

literal meaning?

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

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

"As expected of Albert." Lee Jordan couldn't help muttering.

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

Albert didn't answer George's question, but said indifferently, "Whether it's potion, or making joke props or magic props, some things can't be bought in Diagon Alley after all, and Mundungus will send them. useful."

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