The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 218 Trading Rules
Aberforth couldn't help being stunned when he heard Albert say this, but he never thought that the other party would actually have such an idea.It’s just that potions made of materials obtained from the black market, or the manufacture of magic props require complex craftsmanship and technology. It’s incredible to hear from a young wizard like Albert, even if it’s a joke prop, it’s not something a child can do easily produced.

However, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan don't think so. They are well aware of Albert's ability, so they naturally think that what Albert said is very reasonable. Some things cannot be obtained through formal channels, so they can only go to the black market If someone can help them in this regard, it will naturally save a lot of time and trouble.

Albert didn't intend to continue to dwell on these questions, so he looked at Aberforth and asked, "How can the patron saint speak?"

"Perhaps, you should master the Patronus of the physical body first, and then consider this issue." Aberforth did not answer Albert's question.

"I think I will be able to master the patron saint of the flesh soon." Albert said softly: "If you don't mind, we can have a good chat about how to get the patron saint to speak before that Mr. Thief comes back. The communication method is very special, as far as I know, there is no relevant record in the library, if possible, I don't want to miss such an opportunity."

Aberforth narrowed his eyes. In the past, with his temper, he probably would have ignored the guy in front of him, and would have kicked him out of the Pig's Head Bar.However, Albert's specialness caught his attention, and Aberforth wanted to see what amazing things this guy in front of him would do.

"Knowledge is priceless." Aberforth said with a smile, the little old man looks like a profiteer now.

"Of course, my reputation is very reliable." Albert understood what the other party meant, didn't he just want money?
However, Albert was not being taken advantage of. He raised his hands and asked, "What's the price?"

"Yes." Aberforth quickly restrained the surprise on his face, nodded and said.

"However, before that, you must first teach me how to make the patron saint speak. After I learn it, I will pay you the other nine Galleons." Albert said his request.

"How would I know if you've mastered it?" Aberforth asked rhetorically.

"I think it will be around this time next year. Hagrid will be our witness." Albert looked at Hagrid and said, "Whether I know it or not, I will pay you the other nine Galleons, but in the meantime you must Tell me how to get the Patronus to speak."

"Many wizards have failed to summon the physical Patronus throughout their lives." Aberforth said meaningfully.He agreed, though, and found it amusing.

He didn't understand where Albert's self-confidence came from, but this did not hinder his deal with Albert.

"Under normal circumstances, if you can't summon the Patronus of the physical body, it can only be said that they have never worked hard to practice the Patronus Charm." Albert said indifferently.

"What are you talking about, I can't understand it anyway?" Hagrid was still a little confused about the situation.

However, Fred and the others felt unbelievable that Albert was willing to spend ten Galleons to learn a spell like an unreliable guy.

What's even more ridiculous is that they actually got it right.

Mundungus didn't keep everyone waiting too long, and hurried back quickly, holding a small bucket full of salt in his hand, and he handed the bucket directly to Albert.

"You are very dishonest." Albert glanced at the salt in the small bucket, and did not reach out to pick it up. Instead, he looked at Mundungus with scrutiny and said, "You must pay attention to integrity in transactions, even in the black market. This relationship can last long enough.”

"Are you making fun of me?" Mundungus looked a little annoyed, and shut up when he just pulled out his wand, because he was shocked to find that his wand had been disarmed by the boy in front of him, and Fred and the others also At the first moment, he drew out his wand and pointed it at himself, looking eager to try.

"It takes five barrels, maybe you should change to a bigger barrel." Albert still kept a faint smile on his face, reminding Mundungus kindly.

"You're amazing." Mundungus took the wand thrown by Albert, and the apparition disappeared.

"Where did you say that guy got the salt?" Li Qiaodan looked at the place where Mundungus disappeared, turned his head and asked Albert.

"Is this important? Things in the black market are never clean." Of course Albert could guess that Mundungus probably stole the bucket of salt from somewhere.However, Albert didn't care about the origin of these things, and he was naturally prepared to buy things on the black market.

After a while, Mundungus came back cursing, holding a large bucket full of salt in his hand.

"Your Galleon." Albert put a Galleon in Mundungus's hand and said with a smile, "Look, isn't this pretty good?"

When Mundungus saw Garen, the dissatisfaction on his face disappeared.

It was a good deal for him, the salt and the bucket were obtained from Muggles, and it only took a while to earn a Galleon.

However, Mundungus soon saw what silenced him, as Albert waved his wand and cast a spell on the bucket of salt.

After a while, he raised his head and said, "It seems that you didn't use the copy spell to copy the salt."

Not only Mundungus was silent, but even Fred and the others looked at Albert in astonishment.

"Is it strange? It's not surprising. After all, you are dealing with people in the black market. There is nothing wrong with being careful." Albert's tone was still very flat, as if he should have done so.

"What if Mundungus used the copying spell?" Aberforth asked curiously, and the scene just now refreshed his understanding of Albert.

"What do you think?" Albert said with a half-smile.

The surroundings fell into a longer silence, and no one would think that it was a friendly smile.

"This is a ruthless guy." Aberforth thought so.

"By the way, I hope you don't have anti-stalking spells on you. If I need something, I will contact you through the owl. By the way, your name is Mundungus, right, I remember your name. "Speaking, Albert took out a note from his pocket, and really wrote down the name of Mundungus.

Mundungus couldn't help wiping off his cold sweat secretly, scolding Albert's insidiousness. Fortunately, he didn't think of using the copying spell just now, otherwise he didn't know what would happen.

He thought of another thing, rubbed his palms together and said, "If you need rune snake eggs, I can find a way to get them for you. Of course, the price is not cheap."

"If you get it, you can write to me. My name is Albert." Albert said, "By the way, I only want two."

"Mundungus actually agreed." Hagrid found it incredible.

"He can easily make money from me, why doesn't he agree?" Albert pouted and said, "Aren't they just for money?"

"Aren't you afraid that Mundungus will fool you with fake and defective products?" Aberforth asked back. In the black market, this kind of situation is actually very common.

"I hold a grudge," Albert said. "If Mundungus does this, I don't mind making him understand why the flowers are so red, and why the sun rises in the east."

"It's not good." Aberforth choked for a moment. Although he couldn't understand what those words meant, he already knew Albert's attitude.

"It's time for you and us to go back." Hagrid said suddenly, "I'll take you back, don't think about staying here any longer."

"Oh, Hagrid, we've got other things to do," said George dryly.

"No, you have to go back, otherwise I will tell Professor McGonagall about this and tell her that you sneaked into Hogsmeade, and I think she will definitely put you in confinement." Killer.

"We'll go see Lu Wei with you." Lee Jordan said suddenly.

"No, you must go back to the castle now," Hagrid insisted.

"Oh, well, don't be mad at Hagrid."

(End of this chapter)