Chapter 200 - Auction Invitation Ⅱ (1/2)
It was rather late and storming when a short wizard with bandy legs, long scraggily ginger hair, bloodshot baggy brown eyes with a perpetual 5 o'clock shadow made his way to the edge of London. Smelling of tobacco and ash despite the weather, Mundungus Fletcher shivers as he pulls his coat that much tighter around him.
Gulping, Mundungus entered the pub known as Monarch. Eyes wide darting with nerves, Mundungus licks his dry lips as he sees the wizards inside pay him no mind. The air is rather more smoky than usual as two wizards blow out great plumes of smoke from tobacco pipes. Several wizards play cards against each other, while a lonely enchanted deck on an empty table plays against itself. And apparently, it's losing.
Gulping Mundungus makes his way to the usual booth at the back. Sitting in his usual place is the old weathered wizard with neatly cut white hair in a knit wool jumper drinking a warm mug of spiced cider. ”Please have seat, Mundungus,” Sanderson gestured as the two burly wizards at his side glare down at Mundungus.
Mundungus lets out a soft squeak and does as he is told. Licking his dry lips again, he says, ”Sanderson, I was called. What need is there for me?”
”You are aware that you owe me, are you not, Mundungus?” Sanderson lazily said.
”Yes, Sanderson, sir,” Mundungus gulped. ”I am aware that I owe you a favor.”
”Excellent, it is time to call in that favor that is long past due,” Sanderson said. ”I want you to acquire for me an invitation to the Gringotts Auction.”
”But, Gringotts is impossible to steal from!” Mundungus sputtered as the room temperature dropped several degrees as the two burly wizards took a step closer to him. Hastily gulping, Mundungus says, ”But I can acquire an invitation. It might take me a few weeks, but it'll be before the date of the invitation.”
”Perfect then I expect to hear the good news,” Sanderson lightly said as Mundungus was left with little doubt in his mind what would happen should he fail.
”Yes, Sanderson, sir,” Mundungus muttered, before getting up and scrambling as fast and as far away as he can. If he was going to do this, then he'd need all the luck and help he can get. But more importantly, call in some favors of his own.
Sanderson watches him go as the beady-eyed thug, Floyd asks, ”Are you certain that you don't want us to keep a leash on him, boss?” At his side, the figure of Hyde cracks his knuckles in a loud emphasis of a threat.
”No, this will be enough to light the fire under him,” Sanderson mused as he took a sip of his warm, spiced cider. ”I'm sure that he will not require any further initiative.”
”Yes, boss,” Floyd reluctantly replied, but still promised himself to keep an eye out for the filthy thief. Mundungus was a rat that even the rest of the underworld would touch with a ten-foot pole. But still, rats like Mundungus were useful as they went to places no one else could get into.
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A hooded figure appears on the outskirts of an old manor in a thickly forested area. The manor is eerily silent despite being surrounded by woodland forest. The haughty domineer of the man can be seen in the man's long gait. Tall, the man easily strides through the halls to enter the great hall of the manor.
Sitting in the throne-like room, the crimson eyed figure with deathly pale skin glares at the kneeled figures before him. However unlike before his face had once more distorted as nose was even flatter than before. The once round, oval pupils had become even thinner and now stretched the full length of the eye like snake pupils. Not quite there yet as the pupils were not as thin, but the changes were evident as his eyes were well on their way to resemble that of a snake.