Chapter 220 Professor Dumbledore Is a Human Being, Not a God

At this moment, Harry suddenly raised his head.

After learning the name of Mundungus, she always felt very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

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

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

"The name is written under the photo, and you were standing next to Professor Lupine, right?"

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

"I used to be one of the members who helped Dumbledore, and I still worked for free, in order to fight against the mysterious man."

Hermione was visibly taken aback by Mundungus' words. She wanted to ask something more, but was held back by Harry.

Harry shook his head, and quietly signaled to Hermione to talk after business was done.

Seeing that Hermione stopped talking, Fred and George also started a deal with Mundungus.

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

Harry also glanced at it as a shareholder, and found high-grade potion ingredients such as poisonous tentacles seeds, sound bird feathers and African tree snake skin.

"We've been wanting to buy these things for a long time," Fred sighed, carefully tightening the bag tightly and stuffing it under the robe,

“It just hasn’t been funded enough.”

"Alas, poverty limits our vision, imagination, and actions," George said, wiping non-existent tears,

"It's only now that we have the capital to start dreaming."

Harry ignored the two critters who were pretending to hug each other and cry. These exaggerated performances, Harry has seen many times in the team.

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

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

"Of course, as long as there is money to be made, I don't mind trading with anyone."

"Why, Miss Potion 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 really like your mother. Your mother also bought those contraband from me back then, and the quality of the things I bought is absolutely guaranteed."

"Well, I saw a photo of you and my parents in the photo, so your reputation should be guaranteed."

Harry nodded, with an expression of approval,

"Then do you mind if I leave a contact information for you 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 Harry,

"Use an owl? Shall I write you an address? I don't usually live there though, 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 secret."

"It's a good habit to be cautious, and I also think it's dangerous to use owl communication." Mundungus nodded,

"You are very talented in the gray area. So, how are you going to contact?"

Harry clapped his hands lightly, and the long hair hanging behind him suddenly grew longer, and at the same time, it floated by Harry's ear like a flexible snake.

The newly grown hair at the end suddenly broke off neatly and flew into Harry's hands automatically.

Immediately afterwards, Harry opened his mouth slightly, and a black flame enveloped his hair.

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

"When you need to contact me, just smear a little hair on any mirror, and then you can write a message on it with a quill."

Harry explained the contact information,

"Within ten minutes, I can receive all the messages you write."

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

At this moment, everyone else at the table was shocked by Harry's operation.

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

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

"Is there anything else? If it's okay, I'll go first. I have a deal right now."

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

"Harry, what magic did you use just now? It's so cool!" Fred asked impatiently as soon as Mundungus left,

"I can already think of several products developed from 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, the most famous being the Parseltongue brought by the Slytherin blood.

The Weasley twins believed the answer, although a little disappointed, they didn't ask any more.

The four enjoyed the mead and butterbeer they had bought, and Harry had a toast with the Weasley twins to celebrate the signing of the contract.

After drinking two large glasses of low-alcohol mead, Hermione blushed slightly, looked at the Weasley twins, and asked puzzledly:

"How could Professor Dumbledore... need someone like Mundungus to help him work? He is a criminal!"

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

"He is not the god in the legend, he cannot be omnipotent."

"And more than 20 years ago, what happened was a wizard war, a war, not a play."

"So Professor Dumbledore naturally needs a person who wanders in the black and gray areas to help him detect the news of those dark wizards and prevent the dark wizards from falling completely to the mysterious man."

George added,

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

"So Professor Dumbledore can also accept this kind of behavior."

The twins broke out a lot of bad news about Mundungus in one breath. After all, he does have a lot of black news.

Sometimes, Professor Dumbledore even asked someone to help Mundungus out of Azkaban prison, so that he would not be 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 and test new ideas."

Harry waved goodbye to the twins, and while Hermione was still thinking, went to the boss to pay the bill, and bought a few bottles of high alcohol by the way.

This unscrupulous boss wanted to raise the price to cheat Harley a little more.

However, the experienced Harley ruthlessly killed the price, leaving only the boss sitting behind the bar and sulking.

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