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Chapter #6: A saucerful of secrets.

It was Hogsmeade visit day, and Harry was on the three broomsticks, he was waiting for someone important, Rosmerta was a delight as always, Harry didn’t want to think highly of himself, but he was the only one she truly flirted with.

“What can I get you today, love?” She asked in a sweet tone.

Even though she was more than twice his age, she still got it on her, it would be fun to seduce her just like he has done with many pureblood rich witches who aren’t satisfied with their husbands, but today is a business day, and he doesn’t have too much time for this.

“Well, I'm kind of disappointed, it seems like the gorgeous owner isn't on the menu,” he smirked at her, and she smiled. “That's why I just need two glasses of firewhisky, for now,” he smirked at her, and she nodded.

Soon, he went to the back of the establishment to get a table, he wanted a secluded place, someone like him was used to dealing with shady people, that was the only way to survive, this is the way he has lived since he realized that no one was coming to rescue him from his awful life.

A few minutes later, Rosmerta came back, and she brought him the two glasses he asked for, she was clearly showing her cleavage on purpose, and Harry couldn’t help but chuckle internally.

“If you have some spare time, we can do something fun in a few moments, I’m free after five in the evening…Room 666,” she whispered before she winked at him.

She swung her hips as she knew Harry was looking at her behind, and she stopped for a moment to send him a smirk, she was satisfied with the reaction she got from the very handsome Potter heir. Yes, despite everything, even if his last name had no wealth anymore, he still had his looks, and that was enough for now.

“Soon, I’ll get everything I deserve,” Harry said to himself.

“Maybe it’ll take a bit longer,” Harry heard someone say from behind.

It was a short bald man, he didn’t even ask for permission, he suddenly sat in front of Harry and grabbed the two glasses and drank them with no hesitation.

“Mundungus…You’re the person I wanted to see the most, but…What do you mean by that statement?” Harry asked with a serious tone.

“Well, you gave me all that stuff you found to sell, I know it was a lot of items, but…I could only sell a few of them,” Mundungus told him with a disappointed tone.

“How bad was it?” Harry wanted answers, regardless of how bad they were.

“Most of it was useless crap, other stuff was too cursed to sell, and some of it was fake, still, I managed to get something out of it, I know you were expecting thousands, if not millions of galleons in return, but after my commission and knowing fully well that I would never steal from you…” The man started to shake nervously.

Harry smirked, he truly gave the man the scare of his life, he remembered when he visited his dead godfather’s manor, there, he found an old elf and this guy stealing from the house.

“How much is it for me, Mundungus?” Harry questioned with a serious tone.

The older wizard hesitated, but in the end, he sighed and handed Harry a bag.

“Five thousand galleons,” he answered, fearing Harry’s reaction.

It’s clear he was disappointed with the number, but surprisingly, he didn’t snap at Mundungus, he just sighed.

“Well, we just found the stuff, I guess it makes sense that there was not much value in all that crap, five thousand galleons is not that bad, it takes a Hogwarts teacher years to earn that,” Harry told him, and Mundungus nodded.

“It was a pleasure to work with you,” the older wizard said, now more relaxed. “Tell me…Did you find anything about the minister?” Asked Harry with a serious tone.

“Well, it seems like he has a lover, and his wife is not aware of her, he even got his lover a house where they meet some days during the week,” the older wizard told him, and he nodded.

Harry remained silent for a few moments, that information could be used to make the minister work for himself, but it could also be dangerous, for now, he decided to lie low.

“Do you have any information related to the attack at the Quidditch World Cup?” Asked Harry with a serious expression.

Mundungus remained in silence, he was staring at his glass with an uncertain expression, and Harry quickly understood what was going on, he just rolled his eyes and gave him ten galleons, the man quickly grabbed one and bit it without hesitation.

“You didn’t hear this from me, but…According to a friend who attended, he recognized the voice of one of them…It was Lucius Malfoy,” Mundungus answered with a curious expression.

Harry couldn’t help but sigh, of course, the father of that imbecile was involved in the attack, he needed to know who else was involved. Harry still remembers the day of the attack, he was fucking Lucius' wife on his own manor while he and his son were at the Quidditch World Cup.

“Thank you…We’ll be in contact, you can go now,” Harry ordered more than suggested.

“Glad to work with you, see you at the first task, it’s going to be dragons!” Mundungus said, too excited for Harry’s own liking. “It’s not usual to see people being killed by dragons, this is going to be fun!” The shady wizard finished with the glasses and left the place.

Harry was surprised to hear about the dragons, even seventh-year students would have problems with them he couldn’t even imagine Longbottom facing one of them.

“If my experience playing Pokémon tells me something, it is that to defeat a dragon you need to get a dragon yourself…Or use ice attacks,” he said with an amused expression. “Of course, there’s no way a muggle game developer could figure out the true weakness of a dragon,” Harry smiled to himself.

He looked at the clock and smirked, he looked at a random male worker and paid for the drinks before he moved towards one of the rooms. And when he found the sixth door, he smirked.

“666,” he told himself before he opened the door.

There she was, Rosmerta, wearing a black nightgown, sitting on the edge of a bed barefoot, it was thanks to magic that, despite the fact that she had been working nonstop the whole day, she was able to clean herself with only one flick of her wand.

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” she told him before she bit her lower lip.

“I don’t want to be the cause of destroying your self-esteem by not coming here,” he moved towards her.

He removed his shirt, his muscles were out in the open, Harry was surprised to know that most wizards didn’t have a physique like his own, and it makes sense, wizards don’t need to exercise, practicing magic is enough to not become unhealthy unless you’re Fudge, of course.

Rosmerta couldn’t stop herself from placing her hands on his chest, she kissed his abs with complete gusto. This is the reason why Harry was proud of himself, the fact that he was able to cause this effect on older witches who had power and secrets, made him harder than he already was.