Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

To be honest, the boss' eyes turned red when he saw the bag of money Kyle took out.

The cost of getting a dragon egg is only about fifty Galleons. As long as he can transport it back safely without being discovered, he can make a huge profit of one hundred and fifty Galleons.

In 1899, one hundred and fifty Galleons could really be said to be a rare and huge sum of money. Most shops in Diagon Alley might not be able to earn that much in half a year. Now he just needed to find a way to get a dragon egg, and this time the money would go into his pocket... It was hard for him not to be tempted.

"Come in and talk."

The boss looked around, grabbed Kyle's arm, pulled him into the store, and locked the door without hesitation.

"What is this for?" Kyle held his wand calmly.

"There are too many people outside. If someone reports it to the Ministry of Magic, it will be troublesome for you, the customer, right?" said the boss with a smile, and poured Kyle a cup of the best black tea in the store.

"As you know, the International Confederation of Wizards recently plans to set up a dragon sanctuary. The Ministry of Magic is also becoming more and more strict in checking items related to dragons, especially dragon eggs. Once a transaction is discovered, it is not just a matter of confiscating them... I'm sure you are not used to life in Azkaban."

"So you don't want to do this deal?" Kyle asked.

"No, no, no, it's normal to take some risks when making money." The boss shook his head. "Coincidentally, I just happen to know someone who has dragon eggs and continues to sell them, but..."

At this point, his tone paused.

"how?"

"He is not in the UK, so I need to go there in person. This undoubtedly increases the risk. If I leave, I will have to close the store. It is a holiday for Hogwarts students recently, and the loss will be huge."

Kyle understood that this meant he wanted more money.

Do you think he is really a fat sheep with a lot of money and a fool?

Two hundred Galleons, you can buy a dragon egg even after a hundred years, but you are still not satisfied?

Kyle decisively grabbed a handful of Galleons from the bag.

"In that case, then one hundred and ninety Galleons."

"Wait, that's not right. Didn't we agree on two hundred before..."

"One hundred and eighty." Kyle narrowed his eyes, put down his teacup and prepared to walk out. "I believe that even if I reduce it to one hundred and fifty, there will still be plenty of people willing to trade with me for dragon eggs."

Seeing Kyle's firm attitude and the fact that he didn't seem to be joking, a trace of annoyance flashed across the boss's face. He had to admit that Kyle was right. Let alone 150 Galleons, even if it was a little less, there would definitely be someone willing to do this business.

I thought I could make some extra money, but I ended up losing twenty Galleons for nothing.

"Just one hundred and eighty." He hurried forward to stop Kyle, "No matter what the risk is, I will bear it."

"That's natural." Kyle glanced at him. "And even if you were caught by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, I would not admit that I had made a deal with you. This was all your own idea."

The last trace of hope on the boss's face disappeared.

"Don't worry, I understand the rules."

"Also..." Kyle piled the gold coins on the table one by one, "If you can meet my two small requests, our deal can still be calculated at 200 Galleons..."

"Just give us your order, sir." The boss patted his chest and said, "Don't even mention two, even ten will do."

"Not that much." Kyle smiled, "First of all, it can't take too long."

"Don't worry about that," the boss said. "Hogwarts holidays are when Diagon Alley has the most business. I don't want to miss it."

"That's good." Kyle continued, "As for the second requirement, that is the type of fire dragon. If you try to fool me with a Welsh green dragon egg, the price will be calculated separately."

Although they are all fire dragons, there are differences between different species. Among them, the Welsh Green Dragon is the smallest and most numerous. It is also the only fire dragon that can be kept in captivity. Most of the dragon blood, dragon liver and other materials on the market come from this species.

The boss smiled awkwardly and said, "Don't worry, sir. I will definitely help you find a dragon egg worth 200 Galleons."

He was now certain that the person in front of him was definitely not a fat sheep who knew nothing.

"You're not helping me. You want to find it yourself." Kyle reminded, then stood up and prepared to leave.

However, the twenty gold coins on the table were kept.

Although it was not stated explicitly, the boss knew in his heart that this was a deposit for him.

"Sir, please wait a moment." The boss quickly put away the gold coins and suddenly called Kyle.

"Anything else?"

"There is something I need to remind you of. When we were chatting at the door before, Holican happened to be nearby. He was the lame wizard in the black robe... He might have heard our conversation."

"Oh..." Kyle raised an eyebrow, "He's from the Ministry of Magic?"

"Not really." The boss shook his head and said, "But he is a notorious dark wizard. The reason I brought you in is because he has been greedily eyeing your wallet."

"Do you think he will attack me?" Kyle asked with interest.

"Of course he will." The boss said, "Horican is a greedy dark wizard with sinister and vicious means. Maybe he has been eyeing you for a long time. After all, you have been too high-profile these days..."

"The Ministry of Magic is not going to do anything about leaving such a dangerous person in Diagon Alley?"

"They don't dare to intervene. Holicon belongs to Knockturn Alley and there are big shots behind him. They don't want to cause trouble for themselves."

"Really? That's terrible." Kyle said, "But after you told me this, aren't you afraid that the man will cause you trouble?"

"Of course I'm afraid, but your safety is more important," the boss said sincerely.

Kyle laughed. He knew very well that the other party reminded him not out of kindness, but because he was worried that he would not receive the balance.

But he didn't care. He walked out the door and returned to Diagon Alley.

It was almost noon, so Kyle first came to the Leaky Cauldron, had a simple lunch, and then booked a long-term room for himself.

As for going to Godric's Hollow to look for Dumbledore...it's still early, there's no rush.

Besides, he had to find a place to live. He couldn't just keep living in the abandoned barn that Grindelwald mentioned.

After a quick packing, Kyle returned to Diagon Alley in the afternoon and began his treasure hunt. However, he did not encounter the so-called Holyken, and everything was peaceful.

A few days later, Kyle's reputation in Diagon Alley became more and more famous. Now, no matter where he went, he would be warmly welcomed by the shop owners, and free snacks and drinks would be stuffed into his hands.

But Kyle had already been to all these stores, or rather, he had been to most of the stores in Diagon Alley in the past few days and had bought almost everything he needed, so he did not go in.

The most important thing is that when he checked the boxes at noon, he found with embarrassment that he seemed to be running out of money. Although the prices were very cheap at that time, he couldn't afford to buy boxes after boxes.

This made Kyle feel a little regretful. If he had known that this would happen, he should have borrowed some from Sirius before coming.

Half of the golden Galleon pile in Norbert's lair had been replaced by various items. Although there were still a lot left, Kyle was not going to use the money to buy things...

At this moment, he was sitting at a table in the Leaky Cauldron, drinking butterbeer and eavesdropping on the conversation between two wizards in the corner with his telescopic ear.

They should be staff members of the Ministry of Magic, who came here to slack off during lunch time and have dinner at the same time.

Just now, when Kyle passed by them, he heard a topic that interested him, so he casually threw a disguised retractable ear to the ground.

It comes in handy now.

Kyle sat down with his back to them and hung the other side of the retractable ear on his clothes.

"What a hassle..." one of them complained, "In order to keep an eye on those damn big guys, I haven't slept for two days. Why can't the Ministry of Magic send us more people?"

"Keep your voice down, this is a secret." said another wizard, looking around nervously.

Kyle pretended to be nonchalant and tilted his head to focus on the Daily Prophet in front of him.

"Maybe I think it's unnecessary."

After a while, the wizard's low voice came into my ears.

"After all, once the Fire Dragon Protection Area is established, our department can be disbanded."

"It makes me angry when I talk about this. The International Confederation of Wizards had already passed the bill a few years ago, so why has there been no action on the Fire Dragon Sanctuary until now?"

"Why else? I have no money."

“The families of those capable wizards are more or less engaged in the fire dragon business. Once the Fire Dragon Protection Area is established, this part of the business will naturally not be able to continue.

"It's clearly written in the bill that all dragon-related items and potion materials will be handed over to the protected area. It will be illegal to sell them privately. They don't want to give up this cash cow, so they naturally won't donate. The Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards don't have the money, so the matter is naturally shelved."

"But if they donate money, there will always be a share, right? I remember the chief magician said that people won't pay for nothing."

"That's not much. The bulk of it will definitely be used to maintain the protected area, and the rest will be divided according to the donation plan in the bill. A rough estimate is that it will take a hundred years just to get the money back. There's no way I can earn that much by doing it myself.

"And donations can only be divided, not managed. What if the plan for the Fire Dragon Reserve falls through? Wouldn't the money be wasted? We are not stupid."

"So we're just going to wait like this? I was hoping to be transferred to the Law Enforcement Department soon."

"I can't help it. I want to do it, but it's not something we can decide...Okay, let's go back quickly, or that guy Barblay will start swearing again."

The two men hurriedly finished the bread on their plates, stood up and left the Leaky Cauldron.

Kyle took another sip of butterbeer, and when he stood up, he accidentally dropped a Sickle. When he picked up the money, he took back half of the retractable ear on the ground, then pretended nothing happened and calmly left the bar.

He came to the previous shop again, and there was still a "Closed" sign hanging on it. It was obvious that the owner had not returned yet.

Kyle was a little disappointed. The reason he stayed in Diagon Alley was that he wanted to get the dragon egg before leaving, but there was no news from here. Kyle didn't even know how to contact that person.

"I should have asked for his name earlier." Kyle rubbed his forehead, "At least this way we can let the owl go and urge him."

Since the other party didn't come back, he could only continue waiting. Kyle gathered his robe and prepared to return to the Leaky Cauldron.

It was already completely dark at this time, and the originally bustling Diagon Alley became quiet, with no one on the street.

Kyle subconsciously quickened his pace, mentally calculating how many Galleons to deduct as compensation for lost wages.

But soon, he found that the road ahead seemed to be blocked, but he didn't care. He just turned around and prepared to go around from the left.

Those people also moved at the same time, blocking him again.

Kyle also noticed something was wrong at this time and looked up in front of him... There were five people in total, all wearing black hoods and their faces could not be seen clearly.

"You are the rich wizard, right?" The leading wizard limped forward two steps after seeing Kyle stop.

"What do you want to do?" Kyle asked in a deep voice, showing no fear at all.

"This is Diagon Alley. Believe it or not, if I shout now, the shop owners around here will come out immediately."

"I believe it." The leading wizard said, "They have made a lot of money from you. Of course, they can't just watch you fall into danger."

This is Kyle's confidence. He spends money like water in Diagon Alley, and the people here will subconsciously protect him, because protecting him means they can make another fortune in the future. Whoever goes against Kyle is going against the entire Diagon Alley, no matter what their identity is.

"Since you know, just get out of the way." Kyle said calmly, "Otherwise, I'm not sure if you will be beaten to death by the angry crowd."

"I think someone must have said something bad about me to you, causing you to misunderstand something." The leading wizard took two steps forward again.

"Let me introduce myself, Holicon, a wizard who specializes in gray business."

"So you want to do business with me?" Kyle was a little curious. "Money is not the problem. The problem is what can impress me."

"Of course it's this." Holicen lifted up his robe and took out a round object.

"Dragon egg!" Kyle recognized what it was at a glance and frowned, "The shop owner hasn't come back yet, could it be you..."

"Don't get me wrong." Holicon shook his head. "I did have this idea, but old Willy Tom was too cunning. I lost him. I got it through my own means."

"You don't have to explain so much to me. I don't care who owns the dragon egg." Kyle said, "Since you found me, it means you heard our conversation at that time. I still offer the same price, one hundred Galleons. How about that?"

"But I heard two hundred." Huo Liken said, "Or do you look down on us wandering wizards?"

"No, no, no, I have to first determine the type of dragon egg before deciding whether to increase the price."

"Don't worry, we are the most honest." Holicen raised his head, revealing a face full of scars.

Kyle subconsciously took a half step back.

"I'm sorry, I scared you with my appearance," said Holicon, but there was a hint of pride in his tone.

He raised his hand and let the dragon egg fly into Kyle's hand.

The dragon egg was warm to the touch, blue in color, with spikes on the top and stripes on the eggshell. It looked like a large blue pineapple, and was more than one circle larger than a normal dragon egg.

"Ukrainian Iron Belly?" Kyle was a little surprised, "That's not common."

"Very knowledgeable." Holicen was also surprised. He didn't expect Kyle to recognize the type of dragon eggs so quickly.

"You should be from a pure-blood family, right?"

Kyle didn't answer, but simply took out a bag and threw it to the other person.

"I am very satisfied with the dragon egg. There are two hundred Galleons inside."

"That's great! I like doing business with people like you." Huo Liken said with a smile, "I have a second fire dragon egg, and it is an even rarer Hexidilian black dragon."

"Can you get the black dragon?" Kyle didn't quite believe it.

"Seeing is believing." Huo Liken said, "But I don't have it with me, and it's not suitable to be exposed outside, otherwise you will be hunted down. So if you want to see it, you can only come with us to our base."

Kyle hesitated.

"Don't worry, it's not far from here, and it's also in Diagon Alley." Hollican said softly, "Are you still afraid that we will do something bad to you here?

"If we attack you, we will be torn to pieces by those shop owners."

"Who's afraid?" Kyle seemed to be convinced, straightened his neck and said, "Where is your base? Take me there now. If it is really a black dragon, I can pay an extra fifty Galleons."

"Please follow me." Horliken held out his arm courteously. "It's not far from here."