Glory To Slytherin

"My lord, the young man you ordered to take care of has entered the black market."

In a bar on the underground black market in London, a delicate-looking woman is holding a tall wine glass, which is filled with scarlet liquor.

A black-robed wizard walked in and said respectfully to Cecil.

"Is it such a keen sense of smell?"

Cecil said with a low smile, "It's worthy of being the little guy that Master Dark Chaser is optimistic about, Adams's son..."

"Need us..."

The black-robed wizard said hesitantly, but was interrupted by Cecil waving his hand:

"No, I'll go and take a look myself."

Cecil got up lazily, put on a dazzling red robe, and walked out of the bar.

...

In the depths of a stall that was randomly set up with linen cloth and bamboo poles, Ulysses saw an old man who was more sloppy than Mondungus.

When Ulysses noticed him, he was muttering to a client, the kind that seemed to be unable to stop for a while.

"Comes, although we are friends, even though we have known each other for a long time, business is business. These are two different things... An intelligence starts with ten pluses, and this is a constant price..."

The old man murmured dissatisfiedly, and the white beard flicked with his words. After inadvertently glancing at Ulysses, he immediately changed his tone.

"If you don't have money, then go quickly. Didn't you see me as a guest... I will invite you to drink in two days."

The wizard who had become Komes by him was wrapped in wizard robes. He couldn't see his face. He just snorted angrily, turned and left.

Ulysses felt a little bitter. From the first moment he arrived here, he felt no less than ten kinds of warning, defense or warning magic.

This old man is one of the very few people who don't have a face mask. Regardless of his age, his spirit is very vigorous, and he has the confidence to dare to show his true face in such a place.

"Hello, young man, this is Dugal's intelligence booth. All the information you want will be answered here."

The old man smiled and drove Komes away, then turned around and said to Ulysses.

Ulysses did not think about why he concluded that he was a young man, but was surprised at his tone and asked suspiciously:

"Are you sure? All intelligence?"

"Go out and inquire about my Dugal's name."

Old Man Dugal patted his thin and dry chest and said loudly, "I can smell Mondungus's smelly mouse from you... You can go to him for verification."

This time Ulysses was really shocked. He and Mondungus have only been in contact twice so far. This old man can recognize Mondungus’s magical aura that can’t be weakened, such a keen magical power. The insight has to be said to be appalling.

"I want to know the current track of the person who stole the item in the mysterious affairs department of the Ministry of Magic, and his intention to steal that thing."

Ulysses said sternly, not daring to contempt the old man at all.

Dugal glanced at Ulysses' mask and said with a smile:

"It seems that you are not too simple...I do know a little about these news, but the price may be a bit expensive..."

"You say."

Ulysses said without hesitation.

Dugal stroked his beard, stretched out his skinny palm, and spread it out in front of Ulysses' eyes.

"Five hundred? If the information is true, it is not unacceptable..."

Ulysses whispered, and looked at Dugar's face calmly.

There was a moment of surprise on Dugal's face, followed by uncontrollable ecstasy.

His original intention was fifty gallons, but he didn't expect that this fool would directly quote five hundred. Such a big advantage would not be taken for nothing, so he would naturally not remind him stupidly.

But Ulysses reacted when he saw his face, took out a bag containing fifty gallons, put it on his table, and said with a smile:

"This is a deposit. If the information is true and effective, I will make up the remaining balance."

Dugal put the bag into his bag at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his age, and looked around cautiously, for fear of being seen by the people around him.

He turned his back and opened the bag and counted it. After confirming that it was fifty golden Kanon, he turned around with a smile and looked at Ulysses with a lot of satisfaction.

"The theft of the Mysterious Affairs Department was carried out by an organization called the Abyss. It was a very secret but terrorist organization. It has been hidden underground for hundreds of years. It has only gradually emerged in recent decades. water surface."

"The stolen thing is Merlin's scepter. I don't know the role of this thing. But the people of the abyss have been collecting some magic materials in the past few months. They have a common feature. Resurrect the surviving souls in a sense... if it is inferred from this, Merlin's scepter should have a similar effect."

‘Voldemort! ’

For a while in Ulysses' heart, he subconsciously thought of the target of those potion materials.

He knew that Voldemort was now wandering in the form of a remnant soul, and he also knew that the so-called Dark Chaser of the Abyss was a loyal fan of Voldemort. Ulysses would not be surprised if his purpose was to resurrect Voldemort.

‘Isn’t Voldemort planning the resurrection of the Goblet of Fire next year... why now...’

Ulysses was a little confused for a while, ‘it seems that Peter Pettigrew’s matter must be resolved as soon as possible, so that he can return to Voldemort as a small internal response...’

"As for the whereabouts of the person who stole, I don't even know his identity, how to talk about his whereabouts... It's just that some members of the abyss recently entered and exited the black market. Today you are lucky, and there is another member of the abyss staying in the black market. Did not leave."

Dugal paused at this point, and then smiled like a fox.

Ulysses cursed inwardly, took out a small bag and handed it over.

This time Dugal had a certain foundation of trust in Ulysses. He put it away without looking at the number of Gallon inside. After giving Ulysses a look of "you are very good", he went on to say:

"Just ten minutes ago, I saw him in a small bar in the black market. Although his traces are well hidden, the old man has my eyes like pearls...but you can't mention it to others, it was I who leaked it. His whereabouts...I don't want to cause this kind of trouble."

"Okay. Thank you Mr. Dugal."

After Ulysses asked about the location of the small bar, he quickly left the information stall.

Dugal hummed a little tune and watched Ulysses leave with a smile. It just stopped abruptly when he was halfway through the hum, turned his head and said to a shadow:

"Rare, Master Deacon."

Dressed in a red robe, Cecil appeared abruptly from the shadows, and sat on his table like a ghost, so light as not to make a sound.

Thank you for reading this story at mtlarchive.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!