A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 239: Mundungus

Felix walked into the dirty bar and looked around. There were only a few guests in the bar in twos and threes, and one of them was a pudgy witch wearing a thick scarf.

"Well, it probably hasn't come yet."

He sat in an obvious place by the window, and the bar owner came over, "What do you want?" He said in a nasty voice, Felix smiled, and replied in an unidentifiable voice: "A glass of flame whiskey."

Not long after, the bar owner brought a goblet with a bright flame, and the glass was full of blue liquor.

Felix has no intention of drinking because the glass has suspicious stains on it. But Flame Whiskey was the secret signal he had set before.

A few minutes later, the witch wearing a thick veil stood up. Felix thought she was going to leave, but she got up and sat opposite him.

"There's someone here, ma'am." Felix frowned.

"I am," the witch let out a triumphant, deliberately low male voice, "Although I don't know who you asked to find me, but the Pig's Head Bar is not a good place to meet, I was banned from coming here more than ten years ago , had to do some camouflage.”

Felix looked at the opposite "witch" in surprise. He knocked on the edge of the corner of the table, his table became hazy, and his voice was restricted into the narrow space.

He resumed his original voice and asked curiously: "Mundungus Fletcher?"

Mundungus muttered, "Who the **** told you that? I prefer to be called by my code name—Generalist." His back was facing the bar owner, so he loosened a corner of the veil , revealing an unshaven face with drooping eyelids and bloodshot eyes.

He picked up the Flame Whiskey, "Shouldn't you drink it? It's too obvious, boy, in reality you must be a person of status, and you must pay attention to—" He took a sip of the wine, "It's not like me—hiss~" He sucked in a breath and exhaled a wave of heat from his mouth.

Felix laughed, "I count you, but if you don't bring what I want—"

"Oh, another threat, Mundungus hears that too much!" Habit—he took out a flat package from under his stomach, grinned and said, "You will be satisfied..."

Felix let the package separate by itself, revealing its contents - a dusty silver plate. His hand flicked lightly, and the dust on the plate disappeared in an instant, and Mundungus, who was opposite, looked at him with cautious eyes.

The plate showed its original appearance, which was a shallow stone basin with ancient runes and magical symbols carved on the edge of the basin. It is a Pensieve.

"It seems that the condition is not very good..." Felix said softly, while constantly sensing the state of the Pensieve, secretly evaluating the possibility of restoration.

"Ha, how fresh, otherwise I wouldn't have kept it in my hand for two or three years." Mundungus took a sip of his wine, staring at Felix, "You're an alchemist? You're from Knockturn Alley, Or is it from Cannon? Or is it a single?"

"It has nothing to do with you, Mundungus."

"Oh, don't mind, I think we can establish a stable connection, there is no need to go through an intermediary, it's too dark, I need to pay a sum of money to get accurate information, you know." Mundungus muttered He said, "Those are two Sickles. If I hadn't heard that the other party wanted a Pensieve, I wouldn't even want to come."

Felix said with a smile: "You will earn more, don't smugglers just pursue profits?"

"Hey! When I was young, I also wanted to do a big business. When I became famous... I almost thought I was successful. I succeeded in falling in love with a big man. I was loyal to him, but in the end I found out that it was still these gray corners. It suits me better."

"Or, the gray tomb?" Felix said casually, picking up the Pensieve and carefully examining the magical symbols on it.

Mundungus didn't mean to be ashamed at all, "I always want to live—at least 200 Galleons. In order to get this, one of us died, and another half-dead."

Felix glanced at him. He doubted that even if he gave this guy 200 galleons, Mundungus would not honestly distribute them to his companions, and even the companions in his mouth were a temporary team. .

He thought carefully for a moment, "200 Galleons? At most a hundred, I'm not being taken advantage of, this thing is **** in your hands, and I can't guarantee that it can be restored. You can want more—but , I need you to help me find out some news."

"Broker? No problem! Old Montung is well informed." Montungus said proudly.

"I'm interested in some old, dangerous-looking ancient wizard's tombs," Felix said softly, "and likewise, I'm not interested in ancient, fascinating magical artifacts." Deny..."

Mundungus' bloodshot eyes widened, "I need a deposit! Deposit..."

"Boom!"

A bag embroidered with green and blue patterns appeared on the table, and it made a crisp and pleasant sound of "crash la la".

Mundungus swallowed, he opened the bag, and the golden light inside almost blinded his eyes.

"What a charming little guy...listen to their voices..." He stretched out his dirty hand, "You are such a generous person, I'll take this job, you just have to wait at ease-- Ouch, what is this!"

When Mundungus reached out to pick up the bag, a small gray-green snake suddenly appeared and bit him. The small snake swam its gray body and returned to Felix, turning into a transparent glass bottle.

A few drops of blood remained in the bottle.

Mundungus stared at him with an ugly face, as if planning to explode at any time.

"I've inquired about your reputation, Mundungus Fletcher, a smuggler, a liar, a thief, a thief... I can't take your word for it easily, in order to prevent you from having bad thoughts, I think ——It’s better to take some precautions.”

Mundungus was still furious at first, but he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression became calm.

"I will never break my promise~IndoMTL.com~There are slanders against me outside! But... Whatever you want, now, there won't be a snake coming out of the bag, right?" He glanced at Felix, Felix made a gesture of please. He muttered, "Slytherin," and hid the bag in his lady's robes.

Felix said: "100 Galleons is the price of a broken Pensieve, and the other 900 Galleons are for you to collect and buy magic items, or to inquire about news...it's up to you, I don't want modern ones things, and don’t fool me with black magic items.”

"As long as I think it's worth it, you'll keep getting money from me."

Mundungus saw that the black and white mask on Felix's face became pleasing to the eye, "How can I find you?" He also thought about it seriously.

Felix threw him a stone, which was a variation of Genat. "Inject magic power, as long as you are in Hogsmeade, I can find you."

"I'm more sure that you are an alchemist." Mundungus put away the stone, and he muttered, "It's not fair, you know me, but I don't know you."

Felix said: "You will know, but we need time to build trust."