Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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Chapter 858 Mundungus

Next, their topic has been focused on Ivan's broomstick production plan.

Hermione decided to buy all the professional books on broomsticks on the market and figure out the whole production process.

Others set out from the reality of using the broomstick themselves, put forward a lot of improvement requirements, and design a broomstick in their minds.

Ivan thinks these suggestions are quite good, and there are many that he didn't think of before.

He has no problem at the technical level, but after all, he didn't have much exposure to broomsticks before, so he couldn't compare with Harry and the others.

At the end of the discussion, they decided to write letters to their classmates through owl mail, soliciting everyone's opinions.

At the very least, the opinions of the players of the Quidditch teams of each college must be solicited, as for the people of Slytherin House, forget it.

Fred and George also asked Ivan to come to their room after dinner to see the new prank products they developed this holiday.

In the words of the two of them, everything is ready now and only the east wind is owed.

They can't wait to graduate from Hogwarts immediately, open a joke shop in Diagon Alley, and engage in this great business.

After more than 20 minutes, Mrs. Weasley came up and told everyone to go down for dinner.

With a loud bang, both Fred and George were gone, apparating from everything they did now, unwilling to take another step.

"Can't the two of them walk properly?" said Mrs. Weasley displeased. "By the way, who threw so many shit eggs outside the kitchen door?"

"It's Crookshanks." Ginny said without blushing. "He likes to play with the big dung!"

"Oh, Kreacher's cleaning up," said Mrs. Weasley. "It's really helpful to have a house-elf in the house, but he's a bit of a crank, so it's best not to mess with him. Well, remember to be in the hall Don’t forget to keep your voice down. Ginny, why are your hands so dirty, what are you doing? Go and wash them before you have dinner.”

Ginny made faces at Alvin, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and followed her mother out.

"I don't like the house-elf, it's the most uncomfortable part of the house," said Ron.

"Kreacher has changed a lot..."

Kreacher's changes are beyond everyone's expectations, but he does not treat everyone equally, but treats them differently.

It is simply not realistic for him to completely abandon his previous ideas and make radical changes.

His attitude toward Ivan, Harry, and Hermione has improved now, because they helped it bring back Regulus' body with Sirius. That scene seemed a bit shabby to Ivan Kreacher's funeral touched him a lot.

In particular, Ivan later gave him a replica of the Slytherin pendant, which really helped him regain his confidence and belief in life.

To others, his attitude is still bad.

Kreacher was always muttering bad things about them behind their backs and doing weird things.

Sirius must have given him instructions before he left, so he continued to do what was supposed to be done without going too far.

Hermione was intrigued by Kreacher's changes, which made her realize that house-elves could change too, given enough effort.

She has not given up her efforts to help the house elves improve their rights and status, but under Aiwen's subtle influence, she is not taking too many radical actions, such as sewing sweaters directly to the house elves, which will only scare them.

What she does now is to take the trouble to communicate with every house-elf she can get in touch with, make friends with them to enhance their relationship, and constantly tell them the success stories of Dobby and Kreacher, and tell them the benefits of protecting their own rights, Let them take the initiative to fight for their rights and status.

Of course, until now, she has not succeeded in influencing other house elves.

The group cautiously walked around Mrs. Black's portrait and saw Creech clearing the kitchen door.

"Master Irwin, Master Harry, Miss Hermione, Krich has prepared dinner for you alone, as well as a special pudding." The elf said, his eyes lit up when he saw them, and he ran away in a hurry Come here, "After Creech finishes cleaning this place, I will bring it to you, so as not to be eaten by those greedy ghosts."

"Well done, Kreacher, you're doing well." Hermione encouraged.

"Thank you, Miss Hermione." He bowed and said with a smile, "Kreacher has served the noble Black family all his life!"

"Separate dinner and special pudding?!" Ron said unhappily, wrinkling his nose, "I don't like this elf, he's only nice to the three of you, not the others at all, I'm a little bit offended Enough for him."

"As long as you treat him better, you will gain his respect." Hermione said sharply, "You should see how Kreacher treated us before, and you will know how much he has changed."

"Being nice to a house-elf is crazy," said Ron, waving his hand feebly. "I don't see the point, Kreacher's a freak and none of the house-elves at school so."

"That's because they don't know how to protect their own rights..."

"Please, Hermione, don't bring up the vomit thing," Ron interrupted.

"It's not vomiting!" Hermione said angrily, "It's the House Elf Rights Promotion Association, not only me, but Ivan and Harry are just one of them, including you, and Dumbledore also said that we should treat them kindly Every house-elf."

"I was forced into it by you," Ron whispered, in a voice he could hear.

Obviously, he didn't listen to Hermione's words.

In the kitchen, because of the meeting, there were many chairs, and in the middle was a long wooden table, on which were scattered parchment rolls, goblets, empty wine bottles, and a pile of what looked like rags.

Mr. Weasley, who was sitting across the table clearing away the parchment, stood up when he saw them come in.

"Here you are, children." Mr. Weasley said, walking over in three steps in two steps, and shook hands with Harry warmly. "Hello, Harry, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

"Hello, Mr. Weasley," said Harry.

He looked around, and his eyes fell on a roll of parchment on the table, which seemed to be the floor plan of a building.

Immediately, Ivan, who was following behind him, also saw the blueprint.

"We finished eating more people than usual tonight." Mrs. Weasley said, grabbed the floor plan from the table, and handed it to Mr. Weasley, so that Ivan and Harry couldn't peep, "Remus in a while Come here, we've got to leave something for him. Now, girls, can you go inside and help me out with supper, we'll have dinner now."

"I'll help too!" said Tonks, standing up quickly, knocking a candle down on a roll of parchment in an instant. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry..."

"It's all right, dear," said Mrs. Weasley, sounding slightly annoyed. "You'd better sit down."

With a flick of her wand, the parchment was restored.

"Disappear without a trace!" Mr. Weasley also took out his wand and waved it lightly. All the parchment on the table disappeared. He pointed to a pile of rags on the chair and said cordially, "This This is Mundungus, Harry, you've met, haven't you?"

Mundungus let out a long snoring sound and woke up with a start.

"Who's saying my name?" he muttered vaguely. "I agree with Mad-Eye Moody."

He raised a dirty hand aloft as if to vote, and his droopy, bloodshot eyes stared blankly.

Chapter 859 Procurement Planning

Ginny smiled softly, and Hermione followed Mrs Weasley in to serve the food.

"The meeting is over, Dunge!" Mr. Weasley said, "Ivan and Harry are here too."

"Well, Ivan?" Mundungus said, looking at the two of them painfully through the messy ginger hair, and jumped up, "Oh, my God, he's here, yes! You still Okay, Harry?"

"Fine," said Harry.

He had seen him before when he was attacked by a dementor, and knew that Dumbledore had put him in charge of his guard.

But Mundungus left his post without permission to negotiate a stolen cauldron deal.

Mundungus fumbled uneasily in several pockets, his eyes still on Harry.

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

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

A few seconds later, a large cloud of green smoke surrounded him, which made him look more relaxed.

"I have to apologize to you, Harry," a voice muttered from the middle of the stinking smoke, "I was..."

"Let me remind you one last time, Mundungus," Mrs. Weasley said loudly, coming out with her dinner tray, "please, can you please stop smoking that thing in the kitchen, especially as we're about to It's time to eat!"

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

He put the pipe back into his pocket, and the smoke cleared, but the acrid smell of burnt socks lingered.

"Really, all of you," said Mrs. Weasley, putting the food on the table.

Mundungus blinked mournfully, and heaved a sigh of relief when Mrs. Weasley re-entered.

Obviously, he is very timid, giving people a feeling of unreliability.

But this guy is loyal to Dumbledore. He has been at the bottom of the magic world all year round, so he knows a lot of liars and thieves in the magic world, can hear information that ordinary people can't hear, and buys and sells a lot of contraband channels.

Aiwen is going to ask him to help him buy the production materials of the broomstick and help sell those priceless works of art.

But you must investigate the price in advance, and don't let him trap himself too hard.

"Did you see Mrs. Figg again later?" asked Mundungus.

"No," said Harry. "I didn't see anyone. I was alone in the room for four days."

"Look, Harry, I shouldn't have left." Mundungus leaned forward, pleading in his voice, "but I have a chance to make a big deal..."

"Yeah!" said Harry, not wanting to talk to him about it, but Mundungus sprang on.

Ivan sat down next to Harry and Ron, feeling something rubbing against his knee.

He looked down. It was Crookshanks, Hermione's ginger, bow-legged cat.

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

After seeing Aiwen, it rubbed over affectionately, wrapped its body around Aiwen's lap, purring.

As soon as Ivan bent down, he rushed up and curled up on his knees.

"I really shouldn't have left, but those crucibles that fell off the broomstick are of good quality and cheap, only one-fifth of the normal price, which is a big deal, as long as I can get it... said Mundungus.

"Actually, I also have a big deal that I want to talk to you about." Ivan said, scratching Crookshanks' ear.

"Well, a big deal?!" Mundungus turned his head and looked at Ivan in surprise, as if he had just noticed him, "Ah, Ivan, hello, I've heard of you, they all say you are a Very powerful little wizard, what do you mean by big deal?"

"That's right, I want to design and produce broomsticks." Under the astonished gaze of the other party, Ivan continued, "You know, it takes a lot of materials to produce a broomstick, I don't have that much time, and I need someone to help I buy."

To make a broomstick, from the broom handle to the end, nearly a hundred kinds of materials are involved, and there are many invisible but essential materials, including mind sensing devices, air sensors, invisible seat cushions, and flying magic drives etc.

Especially for all the core devices involved, Aiwen does not intend to buy ready-made ones.

He was going to research the design all by himself, inside and out, so the number of materials involved was simply unimaginable.

Among the people Ivan knew, apart from Mundungus, no one else had the energy and patience to do this and do it well.

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

As long as the quality of the things he buys meets his requirements, no matter how much money he can make from it, it is his business.

In this way, ten minutes later, Ivan and Mundungus finalized a purchase contract of 2000 Gold Galleons.

He planned to make a detailed list for the other party in a few days, and asked Mundungus to buy back all the above items.

Ai Wen repeatedly emphasized that this is a long-term transaction, and Mundungus should not deliberately cheat him or run away with the money.

Although he is unreliable, he can still keep his promises in business, otherwise others would not trade with him.

As for the works of art brought back from Egypt, Ivan is going to wait until he is short of money and take them out a little bit at the right time. It is also a good idea to sell them directly to the goblins of Gringotts or the pure-blood wizard families who are interested in this.

After the two settled down, Mundungus became more enthusiastic about Ivan.

Under Ivan's inquiry, he said a lot about Knockturn Alley and London's underground world, which he was very familiar with.

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

"The stew is ready, Fred, George, you go in and help carry it out," Mrs. Weasley called from inside.

Mundungus didn't look at the twins who suddenly disappeared. He had been carefully looking at the plates and goblets that Ginny had just brought out.

"Jesus, look at this man, I bet it's sterling silver."

"Yes, I heard Sirius say that this is the most exquisite silverware made by goblins in the fifteenth century, and it is engraved with the crest of the Black family." Ivan said, "I suggest you better not hit these things idea, unless you want to be ripped apart by Sirius."

"No way, I'm not that kind of person..." Mundungus said vaguely, polishing the glass with his cuff.

"Fred, George, come on, pick them up!" screamed Mrs Weasley.

Everyone turned their heads and looked towards the kitchen. It was too late to say it, and then they hurriedly ducked their backs and avoided the table.

Ivan kicked Mundungus by the way, kicking him who was still immersed in the tableware.

The next second, Fred and George magically threw a large pot of stew, a large iron kettle of butterbeer, a heavy breadboard, and a knife all at them.

The pot of stew slid across the entire table and stopped just at the edge of the table, leaving a long burnt black mark on the wooden table.

The jug of butterbeer toppled over with a clatter, spilling beer everywhere.

The bread knife fell off the board and plunged into the table tip-down, trembling menacingly.

That was exactly where Mundungus' right hand had been a few seconds earlier, looking terrified and pale.

If Ivan hadn't kicked him to make him dodge in time, his right hand would have been pierced by a knife from top to bottom...