Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Ginny smiled gently and followed Mrs. Weasley in with Hermione to serve the food.

“The meeting is over, Donger!” Mr. Weasley said, "Evan, Harry, they're here too. ”

“Um, Ivan?” Mundungus said, looking through the mess of turmeric hair and staring at two people in agony, jumped up, "Oh, my God, here he comes, yes! Are you all right, Harry? ”

“It's good.” Harry said.

He had seen one another since the attack by the Phantom, knowing that Dumbledore had placed him in charge of his own security.

But Mundungus left his post unauthorized because he was going to talk about a stolen crusade.

Mundungus groped anxiously in several pockets, his eyes still staring at Harry.

Finally, he pulled out a black pipe full of dirt.

He shoved the pipe into his mouth, lit it with a wand and took a deep breath.

A few seconds later, a huge chunk of green smoke surrounded him, which made him look a little relaxed.

“I owe you an apology, Harry.” A voice whimpered from the smelly smoke, "I was...”

“Let me remind you one last time, Mundungus.” Mrs. Weasley shouted and walked out of the kitchen with a plate, "Please don't smoke that thing in the kitchen, especially since we're about to eat! ”

“Ah!” Mundungus said, "Okay, I'm sorry, Molly. ”

He put the pipe back in his pocket and the smoke dissipated, but the smell of the burning nose of the socks had not dissipated.

“Really, you're all like this.” Mrs. Weasley said, putting food on the table.

Mundungus blinked sadly and sighed heavily until Mrs. Weasley re-entered.

Obviously, he has very little guts, giving people a feeling of unreliability.

But this guy is loyal to Dumbledore, he has been at the bottom of the magic world for years, so he knows a lot of magic con men and thieves, can hear information that ordinary people can't hear, and there are many channels for buying and selling contraband.

Ivan was going to let him buy himself broomstick materials and help sell those pieces of art worth a fortune.

But don't let him make a mess of himself by investigating the price in advance.

“Did you see Mrs. Fegger again?” Mundungus asked.

“No,” Harry said, "I didn't see anyone, and one person stayed in the room for four days. ”

“Look, Harry, I shouldn't have left.” Mundungus looked at himself with a plea in his voice, "but I had a chance to make a big deal...”

“Yeah!” Harry said, not wanting to talk to him about it, but Mundungus talked nonstop.

Ivan sat down next to Harry and Ron and felt something rubbing against his knees.

He bowed his head, turning out to be Crookshanks, Hermione, the turmeric rotunda.

After deciding to go to Egypt with Ivan, Hermione asked Ginny to help carry the cat.

After seeing Ivan, he rubbed over and wrapped his body around Ivan's leg, snoring.

Ivan just bent over, and he jumped up and curled into a bunch on his knees.

“I really shouldn't have left, but the crucibles that fell off the broomstick were of good quality and inexpensive, only one fifth of the normal selling price, which is a big deal, as long as I can take them..." said Mundungus.

“Actually, I have a big deal here that I want to talk to you about.” Ivan said while scratching Crookshanks' ears.

“Um, big deal?!” Mondungus turned his head and looked at Ivan in surprise, seemingly just noticing him, "Ah, Ivan, hello, I've heard of you, they all say you're a terrific little wizard, what's your big deal? ”

“Well, I want to design production broomsticks.” Staring at each other with amazement, Ivan continued, "You know, it takes a lot of material to produce a flying broom, and I don't have that much time, and I need someone to help me buy it. ”

Want to make a broomstick, from the handle to the tail end, involving nearly a hundred materials, and a lot of invisible but essential materials, including ideological sensing devices, air sensors, invisible seat cushions, flight magic drives, and more.

Especially since it involves all the core devices, Ivan does not intend to buy them off-the-shelf.

He was prepared to study the design himself from the inside out, so that the amount of materials involved was beyond imagination.

Among the people Ivan knew, there was no one other than Mundungus who had the energy and patience to do it, and could do it right.

Ivan intends to give Mundungus a fixed price for each broom material to make him responsible for the purchase.

As long as the quality of what you buy meets your requirements, no matter how much money you make from it, it's his business.

Thus, a few minutes later, Ivan and Mundungus finalized a 2,000 gold gallon procurement contract.

In a few days, he prepared a detailed list for Mundungus to buy back everything above.

Evan repeatedly stressed that it was a long-term deal and that Mundungus should not have intentionally buried him in the head or ran away with the money.

Although he is not very reliable, he is able to keep his promises commercially, otherwise no one else will trade with him.

As for the artwork that was brought back from Egypt, Ivan was prepared to wait until a little bit of money was available, and it was also a good idea to sell it directly to the fairies of the Palace of Goodlings or to the family of pureblood wizards interested in it.

Mundungus became visibly enthusiastic about Evan after the two had agreed.

Upon Ivan's enquiry, he talked a lot about falling alleys and the underground world in London, and he was very familiar with this piece.

Harry, Ron and Mr. Weasley talked about Sirius and wondered what he was doing in Norway.

“The stew is ready, Fred, George, you go in and help move it out.” Mrs. Weasley shouted inside.

Mundungus did not go to see the suddenly disappearing twins, and he had been meticulously carrying the plates and goblets Ginny had just taken out.

“Oh, my God, look at this, man. I bet it's sterling silver. ”

“Yeah, I've heard Sirius say it's the finest silverware ever made by a 15th century fairy with a Black family badge on it.” Ivan said, "I suggest you don't think about these things unless you want to be torn apart by Sirius. ”

“No, I'm not like that...” Mundungus said ambiguously, wiping the cup with his cuffs.

“Fred, George, don't do this. Get them up!” Mrs. Weasley screamed.

Everyone turned their heads and looked over to the kitchen, saying it was too late. Quickly, they hurried a cat's waist and ran away from the table.

Ivan kicked Mundungus by the way, and he kicked him still immersed in the cutlery.

The next second, Fred and George magically threw a large pot of stew, a large iron kettle of butter beer, a heavy sliced bread plate, plus a knife, all over them.

The stew slipped across the table and stopped at the edge of the table, leaving a long trace of burnt black on the wood table.

The kettle of butter beer poured over and the beer spilled everywhere.

The knife that cut the bread fell off the plate and slipped the tip of the knife down into the table, trembling viciously.

That's exactly where Mundungus left his right hand a few seconds ago, and he looked frightened and pale.

If Ivan hadn't kicked his foot and let him get away in time, his right hand would have been knifed from top to bottom...