Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Before Dearborn could ask anything, the clever staff reported the news of Glenn's arrival to the boss. Mr. Carmichael happened to have nothing to do, so he came to their table.

"I'm not disturbing you, Mr. Carmichael?" Glenn pulled out a chair and asked him to sit down.

"Of course not! Little Mr. Ollivander can come, what else could be more important than this?"

Since Glenn had a stranger with him, Mr. Carmichael was careful not to directly mention the relationship between this store and Glenn, but only complimented him on his status as the heir of the family.

"Who is this?" He glanced at Dearborn again and asked casually.

Glenn smiled and introduced: "This is Mr. Caradoc Dearborn, an old friend of my grandfather."

"This is the owner of this second-hand store and the father of my dormitory classmate, Mr. Carmichael." He turned to Dearborn and introduced him.

The two shook hands, and Mr. Kalcher hesitated for a moment before asking: "I have to say, Mr. Dearborn, your name sounds familiar. Please forgive me for asking a question that may not be polite. May I ask?

Do you have any relationship with the Mr. Dearborn from the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters who disappeared more than ten years ago?"

Although the entire British magical society is not that big, the influence of the Dearborn family is not great, and he himself is not a well-known figure in the Ministry of Magic, so his disappearance did not cause much trouble.

Just like the missing Bertha Jorkins in the original work, most ordinary people outside the Ministry of Magic don't even know anything about it.

Under such premise, Mr. Carmichael was still able to connect a name with no distinctive features to old events from that year, which shows that he has put a lot of effort into intelligence collection during this period.

Dearborn obviously didn't expect that an ordinary second-hand store owner would actually know about his disappearance that year.

"You are talking about me." He was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized and replied, "I accidentally entered a magical ruins back then, and I was lucky enough to escape recently. Speaking of which, I have to thank Glenn for this.

right."

"Oh? Ruins?" Mr. Carmichael showed an interested look and asked, "I wonder if it would be convenient for you to explain it in detail?"

He turned around and called to a passing employee, asking him to bring him a bottle of fine wine that he used to entertain guests.

This is one of his common techniques in the process of collecting intelligence. When he encounters high-value information that may appear, he will always give him a bottle of good wine and chat for a while in person.

The employee responded, turned around and left.

Dearborn didn't know his background, so naturally he didn't dare to mention the sword fence ruins and the secrets related to Merlin casually.

Just when he was about to find an excuse to excuse himself, the employee came back and whispered something in Carmichael's ear.

After hearing this, Mr. Carmichael stood up quickly and said with an apologetic look: "I'm sorry, there is a small problem in the front hall. You can sit down first. I will be back soon."

Seeing him leave, Dearborn was relieved, then turned around and asked, "By the way, Glenn, what did you mean by bringing me here?"

Glenn was still not in a hurry to reveal the truth. He just smiled and asked, "What do you think of this place?"

"How is it?" Dearborn glanced around blankly and repeated Glenn's question.

"Do you think Mr. Carmichael's behavior just now is a little strange?" Glenn asked again.

In fact, pretending to be interested in ruins or certain things, and giving gifts such as good wine, is indeed a very efficient way to collect intelligence. On the surface, there is no big problem. But if it falls in the eyes of someone with a heart,

It will look a little deliberate. If it is only once or twice, it is fine, but if it is like this for everything, it is difficult not to make people suspicious.

It's hard for others to tell, but at least an old fox like Dumbledore has most likely guessed the meaning of this store's existence.

What the old fox arranged for Mundungus to do was essentially not much different from Mr. Carmichael's work, except that Glenn paid a greater cost in this regard than Dumbledore.

As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, although Dearborn is not as wise as Dumbledore or as cautious as Mad Eye, he can be sent by the old fox to explore the secrets of the Merlin era, and he can also be alone in the wilderness.

If you persist for more than ten years, how can you be just an ordinary person?

After some careful thinking, he also had a vague guess.

"Isn't this... just an ordinary second-hand store?"

Glenn nodded secretly in his mind and continued to ask: "Do you think there are any other secrets here?"

Dearborn looked at the drunken thieves and liars around him who were bragging and chatting loudly, and asked in a low voice: "You don't want to tell me that this is a place specially used to collect intelligence, right?

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"You really have great eyesight." Glenn nodded slowly and pointed to the crowd around him, "Yes, this is a second-hand store on the surface. In fact, it is to collect some things from these people that cannot appear in newspapers.

Grapevine.”

He lowered his voice and briefly explained the layout of this second-hand store.

"I see, it's such a genius idea." Dearborn nodded repeatedly, "As expected of Dumbledore, he could come up with such a good idea. This is much more convenient than relying on Dunge (Mundungs) to slowly inquire.

Already."

Glenn was stunned: "Who are you talking about? Dumbledore? I don't think I said this was his arrangement?"

"Isn't it Dumbledore's idea?" Dearborn was also stunned, "Who else could think of such a good method besides him?"

"Tell me, is there a possibility..." The corner of Glenn's mouth twitched slightly, showing an expression that wanted to laugh but was a little embarrassed, "...this idea...was my idea?"

"you?"

Obviously, a minor wizard could create such a complete intelligence gathering place, which greatly exceeded Dearborn's expectations.

Although he was surprised, he quickly reacted. He guessed the purpose of Glenn bringing him here and what he said outside the door before.

The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he asked with a strange expression: "You...do you want me to come here to help you collect information?"

"It seems that you finally guessed my purpose." Glenn blinked and showed a meaningful smile like Dumbledore.

Dearborn wanted to say something else, but was suddenly interrupted by a burst of noise. The direction of the sound was from the front hall of the store.