Hogwarts: Harley from the Witch Path

223. Chapter 220 Professor Dumbledore is a human, not a god

Author: It’s Witch Harley

Chapter 220 Professor Dumbledore is a human, not a god

At this moment, Harley suddenly raised her head.

After learning Mundungus's name, she always felt very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

Now, she finally remembered: "Mr. Fletcher, I just called you Mundungus."

"If I remember correctly, I saw you in a photo with Professor Dumbledore."

"The name is written under the photo. You were standing next to Professor Lupin at the time, right?"

"Oh, that's right." Mundungus said gruffly, "I know which photo you are talking about. It's most likely the one I gave to Hagrid."

"I used to work for Dumbledore, and I worked for free, in order to fight against the mysterious man."

After hearing Mundungus' words, Hermione was obviously a little surprised. She wanted to ask anything else, but was stopped by Harry.

Harry shook his head and quietly motioned to Hermione to talk again after the business was done.

Seeing that Hermione stopped talking, Fred and George also started the transaction with Mundungus.

The two exchanged twenty-seven Galleons for a bag of contraband from Mundungus.

Harley also took a look as a shareholder and discovered advanced potion materials such as poisonous tentacle seeds, silenced bird feathers and African tree snake skin.

"We have wanted to buy these things for a long time," Fred sighed, carefully tying the bag tightly and stuffing it under his robe.

"It's just that there haven't been enough funds."

"Alas, poverty limits our vision, imagination and actions," George wiped away non-existent tears,

"Only now do we have the capital to start dreaming."

Hallie ignored these two bastards who pretended to hold each other's arms and cry. Hallie had seen their exaggerated performances many times in the team.

She looked directly at Mundungus: "Mundungus, can you trade with anyone?"

Mundungus, who was biting a gold galleon with his back molars, raised his head, looked at Harley up and down, and then nodded:

"Of course, as long as I can make money, I don't mind trading with anyone."

"Why, Miss Potions Champion also wants to buy some special materials from me that are not allowed to be sold by the Ministry of Magic, and do some bold experiments?"

"You are so similar to your mother. Your mother also bought those contraband items from me back then, and the quality of the things I bought is absolutely guaranteed."

"Well, I've seen photos of you and my parents, so your credibility should be guaranteed."

Harley nodded with an expression of approval,

"Then do you mind if I leave you a contact information so that we can communicate again in the future?"

"Of course," Mundungus swept all the Galleons back into his pocket, then rubbed his hands and looked at Harley,

"Use an owl? Do you want me to write you an address? But I don't usually live there, so I'm afraid I won't be able to reply in time."

"Of course not. It's better to keep this kind of thing a secret."

"It's a good habit to be careful. I also think it's dangerous to use owls to communicate." Mundungus nodded.

"You have a talent for blending into gray areas. So, how are you going to contact me?"

Harley clapped her hands gently, and the long hair hanging behind her suddenly grew longer, and at the same time, it floated beside Harley's ears like a flexible snake.

The hair that had just grown at the end suddenly broke off neatly and flew into Harley's hand automatically.

Immediately afterwards, Hallitan's mouth opened slightly, and a black flame enveloped her hair.

When the flames dissipated, the hair had turned into a black paste, exuding a strange smell.

"When you need to contact me, just put a little hair on any mirror, and then you can use a quill pen to leave a message on it."

Harley explained the contact information,

"I can receive any message you write within ten minutes."

"As for the way I contact you, when you go back, immediately find a mirror and paint a little hair first, and I can keep sending messages to that mirror."

At this time, everyone else at the table was shocked by Harley's operation.

Mundungus silently took the ball of paste, carefully wrapped it in a piece of parchment, and stuffed it into a separate pocket.

Then, he nodded with a complicated expression: "I can't tell that your magic level is so strong. I hope we have a happy transaction in the future."

"Is there anything else? If nothing happens, I'll leave first. I have a deal coming soon."

Mundungus wrapped his hood tightly and quickly left the Hog's Head Bar.

"Harry, what magic did you use just now? It's so cool!" Fred couldn't wait to ask as soon as Mundungus left.

“I have already thought of several products developed based on this!”

"I'm sorry, this is a special inheritance of the Potter family, and it must have the blood of the Potter family."

Harry made up a reason casually. Anyway, there are many such families in the wizarding world, and the most famous one is the Parseltongue brought by Slytherin blood.

The Weasley twins believed this answer, and although they were a little disappointed, they stopped asking.

The four of them began to enjoy the mead and butterbeer they had purchased. Harry also had a drink with the Weasley twins to celebrate the signing of the contract.

After drinking two large glasses of low-alcohol mead, Hermione's face turned red, she looked at the Weasley twins and asked in confusion:

"Why would Professor Dumbledore... need someone like Mundungus to help him? He is just a criminal!"

"Professor Dumbledore is a powerful wizard, but he is also a human being." Fred spread his hands.

"He is not the legendary god who cannot do anything."

"And more than twenty years ago, what happened was a wizarding war. It was a war, not a game."

"So Professor Dumbledore naturally needs someone who can travel in black and gray areas to help him detect information about the dark wizards and prevent the dark wizards from completely turning to the mysterious person."

George added,

"And what Mundungus did was not serious. Although it violated the laws of the Ministry of Magic, it did not seriously harm others."

"So Professor Dumbledore can also accept this behavior."

The twins revealed a lot of explosive information about Mundungus in one go. After all, he did have a lot of dirty information.

Sometimes, Professor Dumbledore even had to ask for help to get Mundungus out of Azkaban Prison to avoid him being locked up there for two months.

Seeing Hermione's thoughtful expression, the twins also stood up:

"Harry, let's go first. We got the materials today, and we have to go back quickly to try out new ideas."

Harry waved goodbye to the twins, and while Hermione was still thinking, he went to the boss to pay the bill, and bought a few bottles of high-strength wine.

This black-hearted boss also wanted to raise the price and defraud Harley of more money.

However, the experienced Harley slashed the price, leaving the boss alone to sit behind the bar and sulk.

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(Thanks to "Nine-tailed Yanhu" for the reward!)

(End of chapter)