Mundungus was in high spirits. The cauldrons he had "imported" a few days ago were completely sold out, and on top of that, as he went out of his way to visit a lonely elderly widow, he had casually pocketed a few old pieces of junk on his way out to pad out his small suitcase.
An owl landed right in front of him. Mundungus opened the note, scanned the contents, and felt even better. That wealthy little brat from last time seemed eager to trade with him again.
Though Mundungus had no idea what the kid wanted with the fur of a bog-stalker, that didn't stop him from bleeding the customer's wallet dry.
Chapter 216