Chapter 217： Mondungus (2/2)

Mondungus was a short fat man with a beard and two short looped legs. His body was full of a smell, perhaps because he had drilled through the alley or had not taken a shower for months.

In short, Albert doesn't like this guy very much, but it is undeniable that Mondungus does look like a competent thief.

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

”Running snake eggs?” Mondongues's eyes wandered back and forth between Aberforth and Albert. ”You know, that thing is very popular on the black market, but it's not very common, and I doubt this kid. Can you afford enough Kanon.”

Mondungus felt unlucky and turned around to leave.

”Perhaps, we should establish trust first.” Albert started, ”Of course, although I don't think there is much trust in the black market, but... if you trade a few more times, at least there is a basis for trust.”

”How many more deals?” Montongues stopped, turned and asked, ”What do you want?”

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

Albert squinted, staring at Mondungus's eyes, and squinted dangerously.

”Damn it, what do you want a bucket of salt for?” After Mondungus and Albert looked at each other, feeling a little uncomfortable, they involuntarily avoided. This guy gave him a strange feeling, the other's eyes and the faint smile on the corners of his mouth were not something a child could have.

Did this kid see through my thoughts?

Such absurd thoughts appeared in Mondungus' head.

”You just need to know that you can get a gallon is enough!” Albert calmly offered his own price~, **** a bucket of salt, wait a quarter of an hour for me. ”Mundungus murmured, ”At that time, if you let me know that you are teasing me...”

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

Mondungus apparated and left in a hurry. He only needed to know that the customer had money. As for who was willing to spend money to buy a bucket of salt, it was nothing about Mondungus.

”What do you want a bucket of salt for?” Hagrid asked with a frown, looking at the place where Mondungus had disappeared.

”Pickled vegetables,” Albert said jokingly, and his words are not actually a lie to some extent.

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

”Well, a transaction is the basis of cooperation.” Albert explained.

”You also said that the thief is not to be trusted.” Hagrid frowned deeper and couldn't help but reminded: ”I don't think you should deal with that kind of stuff. Those guys on the black market like to take some fakes. The goods come to fool others.”

”It's okay, I'm very grudge.” Albert said lightly.

Keep grudges, what does this mean?

literal meaning?

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

”Yes? When did I say it.” Albert directly denied what he had said.

”It's really Albert.” Lee Jordan couldn't help muttering.

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

Albert did not answer George’s question, instead he said indifferently, “Whether it’s potions, or making jokes or magic items, some things are not available in Diagon Alley after all. Mondungus will send them. It works.”

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