A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix walked into the dirty bar and looked around for a week. In the bar there were only a few guests in twos and threes, and one of them was a pudgy witch wearing a thick scarf.

"Well, it shouldn't be here yet."

He was sitting in an obvious position by the window, and the barkeeper came over, "What do you want?" He said grimly, Felix smiled, and replied in an indistinct voice: "A glass of fire whiskey."

It didn't take long for the bar owner to bring a glass of wine with a bright flame and blue wine in it.

Felix had no plans to drink because there was a suspicious stain on the cup. But Fire Whiskey was the secret sign he had set before.

A few minutes later, the witch in the thick veil stood up. Felix thought she was leaving, but she got up and sat opposite him.

"There are people here, ma'am." Felix frowned.

"I am," the witch uttered a triumphant, deliberately lowered male voice, "Although I don't know who you asked to find me, but the pig's head bar is not a good place to meet. I was forbidden to come here more than a decade ago. Do some disguise."

Felix looked at the "witch" opposite in surprise. He knocked on the edge of the corner of the table, his table became hazy, and his voice was confined to the narrow space.

He restored his original voice and asked curiously: "Mondungus Fletcher?"

Mondungus murmured: "Who the **** told you, I prefer what people call me — the all-rounder." His position was facing away from the barkeeper, so he relaxed a corner of the veil and revealed a veil. He had a shaggy face, his eyelids drooped and his eyes were bloodshot.

He picked up the Fire Whiskey, "Should you not drink it? It's too obvious, boy, in reality you must be a person of status, pay attention to—" He took a sip of the drink, "It's not like me—sizzle~" He inhaled With a breath, a heat wave spurted from his mouth.

Felix laughed, "Count me asking you, but if you didn't bring what I wanted—"

"Oh, it's a threat again, Monton has heard more of this!" Montongues said, and he took a sneaky glance left and right—though it was not necessary, it seemed more like a deep-rooted habit— He took out a flat package from under his stomach and grinned: "You will be satisfied..."

Felix let the package separate automatically, revealing the contents-a dusty silver plate. Gently brushing his hand, the dust on the plate disappeared instantly, and Mondungus' eyes on the opposite side became cautious when looking at him.

The plate showed its original appearance. It was a shallow stone basin with ancient magic texts and magic symbols carved on the edge of the basin. It is a meditation basin.

"It doesn't seem to be in a very good state..." Felix said softly, while constantly sensing the state of the **** basin, secretly evaluating the possibility of repair.

"Ha, how fresh, otherwise I won't stay in my hand for two or three years." Montongues took a sip and stared at Felix, "Are you an alchemist? It's Cannon from Knockover Alley. Is it over there? Or is it alone?"

"It has nothing to do with you, Mondungus."

"Oh, don't mind, I think we can establish a stable connection. There is no need to go through an intermediary. It's too dark. I need to pay a certain amount of money to get accurate information, you know." Mundungus muttered, " Those are two Sicos. I wouldn't want to come unless I heard that the other party wanted a meditation basin."

Felix smiled and said: "You will earn more, isn't the smuggler just pursuing profit?"

"Hey! When I was young, I also wanted to do a big business, and success... I almost thought I was successful. I succeeded in meeting a big man. I was loyal to him, but in the end I found that these gray corners are more suitable for me. ."

"Or, the gray tomb?" Felix said casually. He took the Pensieve and looked at the magic symbols on it carefully.

Mondungus didn't mean the least bit ashamed, "I always want to live-at least 200 gallons. In order to get this, one of us died, and one half alive."

Felix glanced at him, and he doubted that even if he gave this guy 200 gallons, Mondungus would not honestly distribute it to his companions, and even the companions he said were temporary teams.

He thought carefully for a moment, "200 gallons? At most one hundred, I am not being taken advantage of, this thing is **** in your hands, and I can't guarantee that it will be repaired as before. If you want more, you can-but I need You help me find some news."

"Broker? No problem! Old Monton is well informed." Montongues said triumphantly.

"I'm very interested in some ancient tombs of ancient wizards that seem dangerous," Felix said softly. "Similarly, there are those age-old and fascinating magical creations, and I will not refuse... "

Mondungus' bloodshot eyes widened, "I need a deposit! Deposit..."

"boom!"

A bag embroidered with green and blue patterns appeared on the table, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

Mondungus swallowed and opened the bag, almost blinded by the golden light inside.

"What a charming little guy...Listen to their voices..." He stretched out his dirty hand. "You are such a generous person. I'll take this job. You just have to wait with peace of mind-oh, this What is it!"

When Mondungus reached out and picked up the bag, a small gray-green snake appeared suddenly and bit him. The small snake swam its gray body and returned to Felix, turning into a transparent glass bottle.

A few drops of blood still remained in the bottle.

Mondungus stared at him ugly, as if planning to explode at any time.

"I have inquired about your reputation, Mondungus Fletcher, a smuggler, a liar, a thief, a thief... I can't believe what you said easily. In order to prevent you from having bad ideas, I think-the most Be prepared."

Mondungus was originally angry, but he seemed to have thought of something and his expression became calm.

"I never broke my word~www.novelmt.com~ The outside is slandering me! But...whatever you want, now, there won’t be a snake in the bag anymore?" He glanced at Felix, Faye Lix made a pleased gesture. He muttered, "Slytherin." Hid the bag in the woman's robe.

Felix said: "100 gallons is the price of a broken penis, the other 900 gallons, you use it to collect and buy magic items, or to inquire about news... it's up to you, I don't want modern things, and Don't fool me with black magic items."

"As long as I feel worth it, you will continue to get money from me."

Mondungus looked at the black and white mask on Felix's face and became pleasing to his eyes, "How should I find you?" He also thought about it seriously.

Felix threw him a stone, which was a variant of Fenat. "Inject magic, as long as you are in Hogsmeade, I can find you."

"I am more certain that you are an alchemist." Mondungus put the stone away, and he muttered: "It's not fair, you know me, but I don't know you."

Felix said: "You will know, but we need time to build trust."