Felix walked into the dirty bar and looked around. There were only a few customers in the bar, one of whom was a short and fat witch wearing a thick veil.

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

He sat in a conspicuous seat by the window. The bar owner came over. "What do you want to order?" He said in a nasty voice. Felix smiled and replied in a voice that was indistinguishable from male or female: "A glass of fire whiskey."

Not long after, the bar owner brought a tall glass with a bright flame and blue liquor in it.

Felix had no intention of drinking it because there were suspicious stains on the glass. But the fire whiskey was the secret signal he had set before.

A few minutes later, the witch wearing a thick veil stood up. Felix thought she was going to leave, but she stood up and sat opposite him.

"Someone is here, ma'am." Felix frowned.

"I am," the witch said in a proud, deliberately low male voice, "I don't know who you asked to find me, but the Hog's Head is not a good place to meet. I was banned from coming here more than ten years ago and had to disguise myself."

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

He restored his original voice and asked curiously, "Mundungus Fletcher?"

Mundungus muttered, "Who told you that? I prefer people to call me the code name of the all-rounder." His back was to the bar owner, so he relaxed and untied a corner of the scarf, revealing a bearded face, his eyelids drooped, and his eyes were bloodshot. He

picked up the fire whiskey, "You shouldn't drink it? It's too obvious, kid, you must be a person of status in reality, and you are particular." He took a sip of the wine, "Unlike me, hiss~" He took a breath and blew a ball of heat from his mouth.

Felix laughed, "It's my treat, but if you don't bring what I want..."

"Oh, another threat, Mundungus has heard too much of this!" Mundungus said, and he glanced around furtively. Although it was unnecessary, 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 automatically separate, revealing the contents inside a dusty silver plate. His hand gently brushed over it, and the dust on the plate disappeared instantly. Mundungus on the opposite side looked at him with cautious eyes. The plate

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

"It doesn't look very good..." Felix said softly, while constantly sensing the state of the meditation basin and secretly evaluating the possibility of repairing it.

"Ha, what a novelty, otherwise I wouldn't have kept it for two or three years." Mundungus took a sip of wine and stared at Felix, "Are you an alchemist? From Knockturn Alley, or from Cannon? Or are you alone?"

"It's none of your business, Mundungus."

"Oh, don't mind, I think we can establish a stable contact. There's no need to go through an intermediary. It's too shady. I need to pay a sum of money to get accurate information, you know." Mundungus muttered, "Those are two Sickles. If I hadn't heard that the other party wanted the Pensieve, I wouldn't have wanted to come."

Felix smiled and said, "You will earn more. Aren't smugglers just pursuing profits?"

"Hey! When I was young, I also wanted to do something big and become famous... I almost thought I succeeded and successfully hooked up with a big man. I was loyal to him, but in the end I found that these gray corners are more suitable for me."

"Or should I say, gray tombs?" Felix said casually. He picked up the Pensieve and carefully looked at the magic symbols on it.

Mundungus showed no shame. "I have to earn at least 200 Galleons. One of us died and another is half dead in order to get this."

Felix glanced at him. He doubted that even if he gave this guy 200 Galleons, Mundungus would not share it with his companions honestly. Even the companions he mentioned were a temporary team. He

thought carefully for a moment, "200 Galleons? At most 100. I'm not a sucker. This thing is garbage in your hands, and I can't guarantee that it can be restored to its original state. You can also want more, but I need you to help me find out some information."

"Broker? No problem! Old Mundungus is well-informed." Mundungus said proudly.

"I am very interested in some ancient wizard tombs that look dangerous," Felix said softly, "and those old and fascinating magical creations, I will not refuse..."

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

"Bang!"

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

Mundungus swallowed his saliva, opened the bag, and the golden light inside almost blinded him.

"What charming little creatures...listen to their voices..." He stretched out his dirty hand, "You are such a generous person, I'll take the job, just wait patiently. Ouch, what is this!"

When Mundungus reached out to pick up the bag, a small gray-green snake suddenly appeared and bit him. The small snake swam its gray body back to Felix and turned into a transparent glass bottle.

There were still a few drops of blood in the bottle.

Mundungus stared at him with an ugly face, as if he was ready to explode at any time.

"I have inquired about your reputation, Mundungus Fletcher, a smuggler, a liar, a thief, a burglar...I dare not believe your words easily. In order to avoid you having bad thoughts, I think it is best to take some precautions."

Mundungus was still furious, but he seemed to have thought of something and his expression became calm.

"I never break my promise. People outside are slandering me! But... whatever you want. Now, there won't be another snake coming out of the bag, right?" He glanced at Felix, and Felix made a gesture of invitation. He muttered, "Slytherin," and hid the bag in the women's robe.

Felix said, "100 Galleons is the price of the broken Pensieve, and the other 900 Galleons can be used to collect and purchase magical items, or to gather information... It's up to you. I don't want modern things, and don't fool me with dark magic items." "

As long as I think it's worth it, you will get money from me continuously."

Mundungus found that the black and white mask on Felix's face became more pleasing to the eye. "How should I find you?" He also thought about it seriously.

Felix threw him a stone. This thing is a variant of the Fernart. "Infuse magic. As long as you are in Hogsmeade, I can find you."

“I am even more certain that you are an alchemist.” Mundungus put the stone away. 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.”