Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 871 The Death Eaters’ Plan

“If I take out this quill at Hogwarts, I might get a lot of envious looks.”

Not sure if he was influenced by Narcissa, Malfoy stared at the Thunderbird quill, also lost in thought.

Subconsciously, he thought of a certain Scarhead with a Firebolt.

Firebolts are in store windows and can be bought if you have money, but Thunderbird Quills are different. This kind of thing has been banned for a long time. Even if Scarhead now has a rich godfather, he can't buy it. thing.

And his lackey Weasley will never be able to afford it in his lifetime.

wrong.

Malfoy shook his head, suddenly realizing that he had been expelled from school, and there was a high probability that he would never see Scarhead and his followers again. Even if they did see each other again, it would only be on the battlefield.

That's good... I really wish that day would come sooner so that he could do something he had wanted to do for a long time... torture the other person to his heart's content.

"There's nothing good here, let's go back." Malfoy said without interest.

"Okay." Narcissa naturally had no objection and reached out to take down the Thunderbird quill.

"Mom, what are you doing with that?"

"Don't you want to buy it?" Narcissa asked.

"No," Malfoy blurted out, "Why should I spend money on something I won't use?"

"It can always be used." Narcissa was silent for a moment, "Even if I just use it to write..."

"You, do whatever you want." By some strange coincidence, Malfoy didn't object anymore. He just took the quill and silently walked to the counter.

"How much."

"Thirty Galleons." Kyle smiled.

"How much?" Malfoy suddenly raised his voice, "Thirty galleons, are you crazy? This is just a quill!

"In Literary Residence, even the best evil bird quill only costs one galleung."

"This is the feather of the thunderbird." Kyle reminded: "Even if it is sold to an alchemist, it can be exchanged for twenty galleons."

"Then there are ten galleons left."

"Craftsmanship." Kyle said calmly: "The ancient hand-made craftsmanship passed down a hundred years ago is not comparable to the kind of goods on the market. Only this can be regarded as a symbol of status."

"This madam..." Kyle looked at Narcissa and said calmly: "I think you can definitely see it."

Narcissa raised her eyebrows.

Can she? No, she couldn't tell. After all, who would care about the craftsmanship of a quill?

And she also felt that selling a quill for thirty galleons was a bit excessive.

But thinking of Draco staring blankly at the quill just now, she still cleared her throat.

"The craftsmanship, um... average, just make do, we want it."

"Mom?" Malfoy turned his head in shock.

The Malfoys were wealthy, but he still found it unacceptable to spend thirty galleons on a quill.

Although the thunderbird feathers themselves are worth twenty galleons, they are only for the best ones on the wings. Not just any feather is that expensive. Besides, after being made into a quill, this thing cannot be sold. Get out.

And he always felt that the shop owner's words sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard them before.

"It's okay Draco, it's only thirty galleons." Narcissa took another coral ornament and said arrogantly: "Add this, how much is the total."

"Two hundred galleons." Kyle said with a smile, and while Narcissa was paying, he flicked a torn piece of parchment into Malfoy's pocket with a flick of his finger.

"The business here must not be very good." Malfoy didn't notice Kyle's little move and said in a mean tone.

He still couldn't accept a quill worth thirty galleons.

Maybe he would have bought it a few years ago, but only before the third grade... Now he would rather use the money to buy a pure gold quill, and even a pure gold quill does not cost thirty galleons.

Faced with Malfoy's weirdness, Kyle simply smiled and said nothing.

Instead, Narcissa next to him patted his shoulder lightly.

"Don't say that, Draco." She poured a pile of Galleons on the table and showed an incomprehensible smile, "We should admire the courage and courage of the shop owner."

"We will come again."

"Looking forward to your next visit, ma'am."

Kyle smiled and sent Narcissa and Draco out of the shop, then turned around and put away the two hundred galleons on the table.

It has to be Malfoy. Although the price is not as generous as expected, two hundred galleons is still a lot, which is more than most shops make in a month.

But that's not the most important thing. What's important is that Kyle also got a secret information from Malfoy.

Lucius Malfoy, it seems, has recently been traveling to Cornwall with Barty Crouch Jr. and others, and has been asked to bring a large sum of galleons with him.

This is interesting. Why did the Death Eaters take Gallon to Cornwall? It couldn't possibly be to solve the problem of housing wandering wizards there.

Cornwall is the southernmost corner of the UK, surrounded by sea on three sides. Because of its unique geographical location and being far enough away from the Ministry of Magic, it attracts many wizards who are unwilling to take the usual path or have ulterior motives.

Eighty percent of these wizards are on the wanted list, and the remaining 19% have not yet been discovered.

It's just that these wizards are well hidden, and coupled with their long-term experience in dealing with Aurors, they can always escape capture time and time again, and the Ministry of Magic has nothing to do about it.

Fortunately, in order to protect themselves, the local wizards have gradually become tough and powerful, and their attacks are even more ruthless. They are even worse than those people, and they have formed a delicate balance between them.

It's a bit like the relationship between Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley. Everyone is in the same area, but they are clearly separated from each other. You do your thing, and I do mine. Although there are occasional minor frictions, most of the time it is a matter of course. .

The Death Eaters must have some purpose in placing their targets there.

Recruiting troops?

It's possible that they just lost a group of people, so they naturally need to replenish their team, and the 'Knockturn Alley' there just meets their recruitment needs, which can also explain why they want to bring Galleon.

Voldemort's name is indeed resounding in Britain, and it is also very intimidating to some surrounding countries, but not everyone buys it...especially for those wizards from other places, this name is really not as real as Galleon.

Kyle tapped the table lightly, thinking about whether to go over and join in the fun. To be honest, he really wanted to visit Cornwall. Even if he couldn't stop the Death Eaters' conspiracy, it would be a good idea to come back with some specialties. .

Cornish elves are quite famous in the magical world. Although these troublesome little guys have no offensive ability, they are good at causing damage.

"gentlemen…"

Just when Kyle was hesitating, Dobby walked in cautiously, observing the surrounding situation nervously. It wasn't until he was sure that Narcissa and Malfoy were really not here that he breathed a sigh of relief.

It can be seen that he has not recovered from the shock just now.

"Don't worry, Dobby, you are a free house elf now." Kyle glanced at him, "Don't say they didn't recognize you, even if they did, so what, as long as I'm here, you don't need it at all. Worry about what they will do to you."

"Yes, Dobby is a...free elf." Dobby straightened his chest and walked over with his head held high.

Kyle looked behind him and suddenly said seriously:

"Oh, Ms. Narcissa, it's so nice to see you again."

Dobby's legs weakened and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Almost subconsciously, Dobby hurriedly got up, turned around and said, "Welcome...Welcome to the light...Huh?"

When he raised his head stiffly, he found that there was only an empty door in front of him, and an equally empty street outside the door, with no one at all.

"Dobby, you need to get used to it a little more." Kyle couldn't help but laugh: "I really should have left you here just now. Then you will find that they are not as scary as you thought."

"Dobby, Dobby is not afraid of them." The elf said stubbornly. Kyle shrugged noncommittally.

Although Dobby is an outlier among house elves, some things are not so easy to change.

But don't be in a hurry, take your time, one day Dobby will be able to truly face all the Malfoys calmly.

First step…

"Dobby, next time Malfoy comes again, you should be here to receive him." Kyle said lightly: "Remember, no matter what he buys, the price will increase by at least 30%. Of course, you can also add more, no matter how much he buys in the future. No matter how much, it’s considered your commission.”

"No, no..." In an instant, Dobby's legs became weaker. But it's not because of Malfoy, but because of the so-called commission.

Dobby knows the price of these things very well. They start at ten galleons, fifty galleons can be found everywhere, and there are quite a few of one hundred galleons. Even if it is only one-tenth, it is too much for him, too much. Don't dare to take it.

Dobby likes his current life very much. He wants a salary and just enjoys the process. At the same time, he is afraid of getting kicked out if he takes too much.

He didn't want to be kicked out.

When he was working for Newt, if it weren't for Tina's tough attitude, he would only have wanted a weekly salary of one galleon.

"It doesn't matter, believe me." Kyle looked at Dobby, his voice seemed to be bewitching, "Just once, after you sell something to Malfoy for double the price, you will never be afraid again. He did."

Dobby still shook his head and said hesitantly, "Sir, this... this is wrong."

"That's wrong, but it'll be fine if you don't get discovered." Kyle smiled, casually took out two Galleons and handed them to him, "I almost forgot, this is your commission this time.

"Don't refuse, a free house elf must take a commission."

Dobby, who was just about to continue shaking his head, came over and picked up the two heavy Galleons.

"That's right." Kyle smiled and nodded, "I'm not one of those shameless principals at Hogwarts."

Headmaster of Hogwarts, shameless?

Dobby was confused and had no idea what this meant.

However, Kyle did not explain. He stood up and said, "I'm going out for a while, and I'll leave the store to you. It doesn't matter if there are customers or not. I'll take the commission myself... As for Mr. Scamander, I'll go talk to him." Said.”

"Yes, sir," said Dobby.

Kyle then left the store.

In Malfoy's memory, Lucius and Barty Crouch Jr. will set off for Cornwall tomorrow, but he doesn't know the specific route and time.

But it’s not a big problem, he can find professionals.

Kyle came to the fireplace of the Leaky Cauldron, grabbed a handful of floo powder, smashed it down, and shouted: "Ministry of Magic!"

…

"Kyle, why are you here?"

Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Items, Mr. Weasley looked at Kyle who suddenly appeared and said in surprise: "Didn't Chris say you traveled to France?"

"That's right," Kyle said, "but because of something, I came back."

"But that's not important." Kyle waved his hand, "Mr. Weasley, I want to know the recent movements of the Death Eaters."

"Death Eaters..." Mr. Weasley's face immediately became serious, he walked quickly to the door, stuck his head out and looked around, and then closed the door.

"Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"I understand they may be making some big moves in Cornwall recently," Kyle said.

"Cornwall..." Mr. Weasley frowned slightly, "Are you sure?"

"Seventy percent," Kyle said after thinking for a moment.

After all, he got the information from Draco, a fringe figure. He was really not sure whether it was true or not.

"Where did you get the news?"

"Well, a Death Eater who wants to be less evil." Kyle said, "But whether to reveal his name has to be decided by Professor Dumbledore."

"Headmaster Dumbledore? I understand." Upon hearing the name, Mr. Weasley nodded understandingly. "So he asked you to come?"

"Hmm... that's right." Kyle nodded vaguely.

Dumbledore and Ariana let him roam freely before leaving, and in a sense, it was okay for him to say so... maybe.

"If we talk about the recent news about Death Eaters, I only know a rough idea, and Alastor knows it best." Mr. Weasley did not doubt Kyle's words and placed a top-shaped looking glass on the table. , and then lowered his voice and said.

"All I know is that he has been following Mauben and Gilman, heading south."

"Moben? Gilman?"

"He is also a Death Eater." Mr. Weasley explained: "A Death Eater more than ten years ago, took advantage of loopholes to escape trial, and recently rejoined the mysterious man.

"Alastor has been following them and has obtained a lot of information. However, his character is destined to prevent him from telling us too much, so we don't know the more detailed information."

"Then do you know where he went?"

"I don't know exactly, but..." Mr. Weasley suddenly paused, "Kyle, you don't want to cause trouble with the Death Eaters, do you?"

"How is that possible..." Kyle waved his hand, "It's my vacation time now, and I'm still waiting to go to France after finishing the message."

"That's good." Mr. Weasley then continued: "Whirlstone Lighthouse, this is the news from Alastor. We always thought that their target was Devon County."

…

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, and the morning breeze carried a slight salty smell.

On the rocks by the sea, stood a long-faded lighthouse. Two men in black hoods stood under the lighthouse, waiting anxiously for something.

Not long after, there was a fluctuation in the air, and several people with the same appearance appeared nearby out of thin air.

"Mo Ben." The leader said in a low voice, "How did things go?"

"Don't worry, Barty, Gilman is taking that Auror in circles in Devon. Those bugs from the Order of the Phoenix never dreamed that our real target is actually the wizards in Cornwall."

"It's best... like this." The hood was lifted, revealing a young but very pale face.

While talking, he always sticks out his tongue from time to time, looking like a snake spitting out messages.

But when a wizard spits out a message, it not only looks unorthodox, but also a bit disgusting.

It's just that everyone present looked like they were used to it. Even if they felt strange occasionally, they didn't dare to show it.

"Moburn, you have already disappointed the Dark Lord once." Barty Crouch Jr. stared at the Death Eater named Moburn, "I think you will not let the Dark Lord down a second time, right? ?”

"Of course, absolutely not." Moben wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Okay then, let's go." Barty Crouch Jr. said.

The two Death Eaters behind him immediately stepped forward, stretched out their wands and pointed at the lighthouse.

I don't know what they did, but the lighthouse suddenly cracked and spread out from the middle, revealing a dark and deep passage below.

Barty Crouch Jr. was the first to walk in, followed by Mowben, and the other Death Eaters.

When the last Death Eater walked into the passage, there was suddenly a shallow footprint behind him, but his mind was on the dark passage ahead and he did not notice it.

Afterwards, the passage was closed and the lighthouse was restored again.

(End of chapter)