He crossed his arms casually as she cast the muffling charm, smoking silently as she extracted the list and handed it over. He took it between his fingers, holding the parchment up to read it over, blowing smoke off to the side as his eyes travelled down the list, nodding.
His brow creased as he reached the end. There were some fairly hardcore items on the list, illegal and banned by the Ministry quite reasonably; the type of shit that could be brewed up with this stuff could be lethal. It wouldn't necessarily be a problem to get them, he knew people that knew people, but, he thought as he looked up at Lavender, they certainly weren't to be expected of a list from a pretty girl like her.
Harold didn't suppress the smirk that spread across his lips as she notified him of the disintergration, lifting his chin in amusement. "Is that right?" he asked with a lilt to his voice.
Folding the list in two and tucking it into his pocket, he scratched at the stubble at his jaw. "Shouldn't be a problem, and you can bring the coins next time." He brought his cigarette to his lips but didn't inhale from it for a moment as he continued. "Mind letting me know what you've got planned for all this?" he said with a flick of his fingers, "Due diligence and all."