Hogsmeade, village path.
Harry snapped his fingers, and two orbs of light instantly illuminated him and Draco.
Mundungus immediately saw the two of them, and half his soul was scared out of him.
These weren't humans!
"Sirs, are you… are you looking for the wrong person?"
"I don't think so," Draco said slowly, his mind quickly formulating his words.
For the past two nights, he had been constantly rehearsing how he should speak, with what posture, and what tone.
In his imagination, it should be like sitting at the head of the long table at home, with a wine glass in front of each person.
Then he would clasp his hands together and slowly begin to speak.
Father had always done it this way.
"Mundungus, no need to be so stiff. I've come to you for a deal," Draco said calmly, Lucius's posture appearing in his mind.
Mundungus leaned against the ground, looking at the two wands pointed at him.
This wasn't a matter of being stiff or not.
"Get up first," Draco smiled, retracting his branch.
Mundungus scrambled to his feet.
The next moment, chains suddenly rose from the surrounding ground, binding him.
Draco's eyes narrowed.
This… wasn't this the move he had been practicing?
As he was thinking, two urgent voices suddenly appeared behind them.
"Mundungus!!"
Turning their heads, it was the guy who had called them Goblins in the pub earlier, and his drinking buddy.
These kinds of people were never short of fair-weather friends.
"You bastards, what exactly—"
The next moment, Harry suddenly raised his hand, his wand drawn.
At the same time, Harry also had to quickly whisper the incantation.
His skill with silent spells was still too weak.
And facing these guys, he didn't want to hold back. Before he had even delved into magic, he had seen how easily these guys could unleash unexpected power.
"Stupefy—Avada Kedavra—Stupefy—"
Subsequently, the two guys were directly and heavily stunned before they could react, even flying back several meters.
Draco swallowed hard.
This guy… damn it.
These were three adult Wizards.
Harry spat, slightly twisting his wand, and tilted his head towards Draco.
Draco could only avert his gaze first, then walked forward.
"I hope you don't make any improper moves. Would you mind telling me where your wand is?"
"In… in my sleeve," Mundungus quickly said. After seeing his two drinking buddies unable to withstand even one blow, he completely lost the will to resist.
After confiscating the wand, Draco slowly continued to speak.
"I've heard that Mr. Mundungus is quite resourceful in the Wizarding World, so we'd like to ask for your help."
"You… you say," Mundungus didn't even dare to argue that it wasn't his surname.
"Help us find two criminals who have come out of Azkaban," Malfoy said.
"Who are the Azkaban criminals? Just tell me, and I'll do my best to help."
"No one in particular," Malfoy interrupted him. "Just anyone who has come out of Azkaban will do."
"This…" Mundungus's words faltered.
"Is there a problem?"
"No," Mundungus quickly shook his head. "It's just… Sir, you might not understand, but there are already very few people who come out of Azkaban, and most of those who do are half-mad. I don't quite understand your reason for looking for them."
"Understand?" Draco's tone rose slightly as he stepped closer and pinched Mundungus's face.
"What are you trying to understand?"
His snake-like eyes were full of coldness. A forked tongue flickered around his lips, emitting a faint hiss, looking incredibly intimidating.
"I… I'm not… no, Sir, I'm sorry! I was too ignorant!!" Mundungus immediately panicked. He had a feeling that if he said one more word, those long fangs would probably sink into his neck the next second.
Even Harry next to him was a bit slow to react.
Draco's adaptation to this snake head was beyond imagination.
Malfoy family talent??
"Minor offenders from Azkaban. How long will it take to find these people?"
"Perhaps, it will take some time."
"Mundungus, by the way, do you know what happened at Hogwarts last year? The legend of the Chamber of Secrets."
"I don't know, I've never heard of it."
"You don't know?" Draco let go of his face. "Then the black notebook, do you remember?"
"This… this is impossible, no one can…"
"One week," Draco said slowly.
"This time next week, we'll be waiting for you at the Pigs Head Bar. We hope you can bring us the information we need," Draco said.
"However, we won't let you come for nothing."
With that, he pulled out a small money pouch, shook it lightly, and it jingled.
"This is the deposit."
After he finished speaking, the chains on Mundungus gradually loosened.
Draco used his wand to pick up the drawstring of the money pouch and handed it over.
Mundungus quickly took it, secretly weighing the pouch. With just one feel, he knew the approximate amount.
About twenty to thirty Galleons.
Immediately, he beamed with joy.
"I will definitely do it."
"Your two friends?"
"Of course, of course! I definitely won't let them know. I'll clean everything up perfectly, please rest assured."
Pigs Head Bar, Harry and Draco entered again.
"What can I get you?" Aberforth still asked the same question.
Although he was very curious why these two little guys had turned back.
Harry took off his gloves, but then heard Draco ask, "What do you have?"
??
He turned his head to see Draco wiping his nose, which was uncomfortable from the smoke, then winked at Harry.
Aberforth's mouth curved upwards. "Whatever you want to drink, I'll give it to you, as long as you pay."
Draco became even more excited.
"Give me a sherry," Draco continued to say in his deep voice.
"Heh heh," Aberforth turned to get a bottle of wine and poured it for Draco. "And what do you want?"
Harry quickly shook his head, quietly handing back the gloves.
"It's yours. I wouldn't take back something worthless, but if you have anything else in the future, don't say it here. I'm just a businessman."
The voice was very soft. If they hadn't been close, Harry might not have heard it clearly at all.
"Sorry," Harry finally realized that he and Draco, with their strange appearances, might have caused trouble for Mr. Aberforth.
"Mmm-hmm," Aberforth nodded casually, saying no more. He actually didn't mind offering some help to these two young lads. Howl's treatment had cost nothing, but he himself had never forgotten the kindness involved.
It was just that it would damage his and the Pigs Head Bar's reputation in the grey area, which would be detrimental.
Draco, however, quickly guzzled down an entire glass of sherry.
"That's it? It's not that good," he mumbled.
Under Aberforth's strange gaze, the two quickly left the Pigs Head Bar.
As expected, Draco started to feel dizzy halfway through, and by the time he returned to the common room, he was completely unconscious.
The next morning, he woke up with his stomach churning and a pounding headache.
But Harry wasn't in the mood to pay attention to him.
Because Hagrid had sent a note via Hedwig at noon.
"That Thestral can't even stand up anymore, Harry. Do you want to come see it? I'll be waiting for you at the Forbidden Forest entrance at sunset today.
Hagrid."
Clearly, this referred to the Thestral Harry had been concerned about.
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