Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

There is a sparsely populated mountain area in southern Romania. Due to its remote location and the lack of fun places nearby, few people come here.

However, there was a brief period of bustling here a few years ago.

At that time, members of the International Confederation of Wizards discussed and decided to set up a dragon sanctuary, and the location they chose happened to be here.

However, due to funding issues, the construction progress of the Fire Dragon Nature Reserve became increasingly slow, and finally came to a halt.

After all, it was a place to raise dragons, so whether it was the food that needed to be prepared, the necessary protective measures, or the recruitment of professional wizards, it would require a huge amount of Galleons to support it. Without money, it would be impossible to continue.

Let’s take the simplest example... taking care of a fire dragon requires people, and they can’t be ordinary wizards, they must be professionals who have undergone rigorous training.

Professional means expensive.

If there is no decent salary, who would risk being crushed by a fire dragon at any time and travel thousands of miles to such a deserted place?

Oh, there were a few who came out of passion for the job, but faced with the reality of going hungry for three days, these people began to waver.

The only thing that keeps them here is probably their face.

When they came here, they had vowed that they would never give up even when faced with difficulties. Now that they are running away, isn't that a slap in the face?

They couldn't afford to lose this person, so they could only endure it.

But these people are a minority after all. In the dilemma of lack of manpower, the only dragon sanctuary nominally recognized by the International Confederation of Wizards actually has only two fire dragons, and they are the most common and smallest Welsh green dragons. It is simply a joke to tell others about it.

But there was no way. It was not that they did not want to accept more. The Ministries of Magic in various countries had detained fire dragons and wanted to send them here to get rid of trouble. But the problem was that with their current manpower, taking care of two Welsh green dragons was already the limit.

As I said, I’m short of money.

Birdman Strick, the first person in charge of the Fire Dragon Sanctuary, sat in a simple office, worrying so much that his hair fell out every day.

She is only 30 years old, but if you only look at her head, people would believe she is 60...

You know the Quaffle, right? Just stick two feathers on it and that’s how much hair he has now. The amount of hair is clear at a glance.

But today, he walked out of that office, contrary to his usual behavior... It was called an office, but in fact it was just a few stones piled up with magic. It was cool in the winter and warm in the summer, and it was drafty everywhere. The only advantage was that it didn't cost any money.

Birdman even dug out his robe, which he hadn't worn for two years. Although it was badly faded, it was the most respectable piece of clothing he had now.

In order to build the Fire Dragon Reserve, he spent all his money and sold everything he could, but the funds he earned were still a drop in the bucket for the entire reserve.

If things don't improve and the few dragon breeders give up, he really doesn't know what to do. Perhaps at that time, the Fire Dragon Reserve project will be shelved indefinitely.

Fortunately, after several years of struggle, things finally took a turn for the better.

Birdman quickly crossed a path and saw two people beside a huge beech tree, the only two strangers he had seen in recent years.

"welcome……"

Birdman quickened his pace again and almost trotted over to the two men.

"It's an honor to meet you two." He extended his hand. "I'm Birdman Strick, the head of the Fire Dragon Sanctuary."

"Hello, Mr. Strick." Kyle also extended his hand.

That's right, the people here are Kyle and Dumbledore.

After dealing with Ariana's problem, Dumbledore wanted to go back immediately, but Kyle said he still had something to do.

Although he was anxious to see Ariana, Kyle had made a lot of efforts after all, and Dumbledore had no choice but to accompany him here.

As for why Kyle came here, it all started a month ago. At that time, he was staying at the Leaky Cauldron and accidentally overheard a conversation between two Ministry of Magic employees and learned about the situation here.

Kyle wanted to come at that time, but because the main task had not been completed, he had to put it on hold temporarily.

Now I just happened to have some time, so I came here on the way.

The two shook hands.

"Mr. Stricker, we are not here to discuss business, are we?" Kyle looked around. "Although I don't mind, the guy next to me... he is too old and must need a little rest."

"Ah, it was my negligence." Birdman said quickly, and took them to his simple office, and prepared tea and snacks for them.

Pine needle tea, the kind that you grab a handful of pine needles, rinse them simply and then soak them directly in boiling water. Although the taste is not very good, it is the only drink here with some flavor.

The snack was a gray, hard lump, a bit like Hagrid's rock cake, only it tasted worse, with a distinct bitter smell even when it was just there.

Although Kyle knew in advance that the conditions in the Fire Dragon Sanctuary would be terrible, he did not expect it to be so bad. This thing...even the house-elves probably wouldn't eat it.

As if he had guessed Kyle's thoughts, Birdman sighed helplessly.

He didn't want to eat these either, but there was nothing he could do. Wizards couldn't conjure up food, and they only knew how to take care of fire dragons and nothing else.

So all expenses were paid by picking up the dragon scales that fell naturally from the two Welsh green dragons, exchanging them for some Sikorgallons, and then using the money to buy daily necessities.

If all the scales are used up and there are no new ones to pick up, you can only find some food nearby.

Seeing Birdman's embarrassed look, Kyle didn't say anything else. He just picked up the cup, took a sip of pine needle tea, and then silently put the cup back on the table.

It's bitter and astringent, it's better to drink plain water.

"Okay, let's make it short." Kell paused, "Mr. Stricker should already know the purpose of our visit, or that gentleman didn't tell you."

Kyle found this place based on his previous memories, but because of the different time, when he first arrived, he had no idea where he was. He walked for a long time before he finally met a wizard.

After learning the purpose of his visit, the other party was so excited that he almost fainted, and ran away crawling, saying that he would invite the most important person to receive Kyle.

So the previous scene happened, and within five minutes, Kyle waited for Birdman.

"I heard from Mucardo." Birdman's spirits perked up. "Are you serious? About the decision to fund the Fire Dragon Sanctuary!"

"Of course, that's why I'm here." Kyle said with a smile, "But my ability is limited and I may not be able to provide too much money."

Hearing what Kyle said, Birdman was slightly stunned, and then showed some disappointment.

Yes, the man in front of him looks to be less than 20 years old. Although he brings a servant with him, at that age, it is not certain who will take care of whom. He is most likely from a declining family. It is estimated that such a person will find it difficult to solve their current predicament.

But Birdman quickly put this idea aside.

Anyway, it's good that someone is willing to fund the Fire Dragon Sanctuary. Even if it can only allow them to have a decent lunch for one more week, it's an exciting change...at least it shows that there are still people who support this decision.

"It's okay. You don't need to mind." Birdman said sincerely. He took out a piece of parchment and asked, "How many Galleons do you want to donate... Of course, Xi Ke can also do it. I will issue you a certificate."

Although the Fire Dragon Sanctuary has no money, it is a formal organization recognized by the International Confederation of Wizards, and the necessary procedures are still in place.

For example, during the construction phase, funding is equivalent to cooperation, and there will be returns afterwards... but the returns are not much, and you may not be able to get them in the short term.

"Three thousand Galleons." Kyle said lightly.

"Okay, three thousand..."

"Wait..." Birdman raised his head sharply, "How much did you say?!"

"Three thousand Galleons." Kyle said, and he took out a box and opened it on the table.

It seemed as if a golden light came out from inside.

The quill was suddenly broken, which made Birdman feel sad. This was the last quill in the reserve, but he soon lost the mood to think about it.

The golden light emanating from the box made him feel dizzy. He felt as if he was floating in the clouds, drinking with the stars, or lying on the waves, listening to the moving song of the merman princess...

"Mr. Stricker... Mr. Stricker? Are you okay... What should I do Professor, he can't seem to hear me."

"You can stimulate him a little."

"Oh."

Then, a sharp pain came from my feet.

The star turned into an ape, beating his chest and overturning his wine glass. The fishman turned into a mermaid, and the beautiful singing turned into a shrill howl.

Birdman finally came to his senses.

He immediately lowered his head and saw a round cabbage biting his calf tightly. The pain became more and more obvious, and Birdman broke out in a cold sweat.

"You finally woke up." Kyle said with a smile, "I'm sorry, you didn't respond when I called you just now, so I had to use this method."

"No, it's okay." Birdman managed to pull the corners of his mouth. "He bent down with difficulty and pulled the cabbage off his calf. The pain made him grimace again."

But when Birdman saw clearly what it was, he was suddenly stunned.

"No, this is... Chinese biting cabbage?" he asked in surprise.

This magical plant from Asia is not cheap. In Diagon Alley, one is worth two Galleons, and the price of fresh ones is even higher.

For a moment, his calves seemed to be less painful. Look at their round shape and neat teeth, so beautiful.

What, you said it bites people... Bah, don’t talk nonsense if you don’t understand, that’s called lively.

The only pity is that this lively little cutie is not his.

Birdman reluctantly returned the biting kale to Kyle.

"Uh..." Seeing Birdman's affectionate look, Kyle couldn't bear to do something like stealing someone's love, so he simply waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'll give it to you if you like it."

As if he was afraid that Kyle would go back on his word, Birdman quickly hugged the biting cabbage in his arms, not caring at all whether he would be bitten again.

The skillful movements and determined eyes made people feel sad.

"Mr. Stricker." Kyle had to remind him again: "Should we finish the work first?"

After being reminded by him, Birdman finally remembered that there was something more important waiting for him to do than biting the cabbage.

He looked at the whole box of Galleons on the table again, and inexplicably felt a sense of unreality in his heart, as if he was dreaming.

But the wound on my leg reminded me that this was not a dream.

Three thousand Galleons... With this money, he could not only restart the suspended defense works, but also perhaps recruit back all the dragon breeders who had to withdraw for various reasons before, and complete the initial construction plan of the Fire Dragon Protection Area.

"Sir, are you sure you want to fund us 3,000 Galleons?" Birdman asked excitedly.

“That’s all I have left at this point,” Kyle said.

Three thousand Galleons is indeed not a lot...mainly because he had spent half of it before, but according to the current prices, this amount of money should not be shabby.

After getting a positive answer, Birdman couldn't help but tremble all over. He stroked the Galleons in the box, looked up at Kyle, thought for a moment, and tried hard to suppress the excitement in his heart.

"Sir, although I really want this funding, there are some things I must tell you in advance. I can only accept the money if you accept it."

"Go ahead."

"First of all, the return." Birdman gritted his teeth. "Although you can get corresponding returns in the future by funding the Fire Dragon Reserve, the number is not high... Let's put it this way, if we have ten fire dragons, you can only get this amount in a year."

Birdman held up three fingers.

"Three hundred Galleons?"

"No, it's...thirty Galleons."

Kyle's mouth twitched.

He had thought the return would be low, but he hadn’t expected it to be this low… only one percent.

Wow, no wonder those two employees said it would take a hundred years to get back the investment, it turned out to be accurate.

Fortunately, Kyle didn't come here for this.

"It doesn't matter." He waved his hand and said indifferently: "I like fire dragons. I don't care about the return rate. As long as they can live well, I don't care even if I waste Galleons."

Birdman had already prepared for the other party to go back on his word.

Many people have done the same thing before. They brought Galleons here to cooperate with the Fire Dragon Sanctuary, but after learning about the ridiculously low rate of return here, they gave up without looking back.

And since then, fewer and fewer people came, until the last two years, when no one came anymore.

Birdman was used to it.

What he didn't expect was...he actually heard another answer.

The wizard in front of him, who was less than twenty years old, said that he didn't care about the reward.

The reward is Galleons. Is there anyone in the wizarding world who doesn’t care about Galleons?

Of course there are. To be a bit narcissistic, he is one of them, and the dragon breeders who stayed here are also one of them. Almost all of them have held on until now.

But they all have one thing in common, which is that they don't have many Galleons.

The person in front of him was the only exception he had ever seen. He had Garlon but didn't care about Garlon.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course." Kyle said with a smile, and he pushed the box forward. "Get the certificate, and then these are yours."

"Wait, wait a minute..." Birdman panted, forcibly suppressed a certain impulse in his heart, and continued: "In addition to what I just said, you cannot participate in the daily work of the Fire Dragon Reserve, including but not limited to the formulation of reserve rules, personnel adjustments, and material distribution... In short, your rights here are not even as good as an ordinary dragon breeder."

"It saves a lot of trouble, which is good," said Kyle.

“You can’t buy anything from the Fire Dragon Reserve for cheap either.”

Birdman's voice became much softer, as if he himself felt that it was a bit too much, but there was nothing he could do, as these regulations were formulated by the International Confederation of Wizards after discussion.

The purpose is to ensure the authority and autonomy of the Fire Dragon Protection Area and prevent it from being controlled by individual wealthy pure-blood families.

But Kyle still didn't care.

"I have money and don't mind this discount...but." He paused.

Birdman's heart immediately rose to his throat and he looked at Kyle nervously.

"If I want to prioritize purchasing the highest quality materials at the same price, this should be fine."

"If it's just this, of course it's fine." Birdman breathed a sigh of relief, and then added in a low voice: "If we have it."

He thought of the two Welsh dragons.

To be honest, the dragon scales, dragon teeth and other things they picked up were of really poor quality. In Diagon Alley, they could only be considered inferior products, otherwise they wouldn't be living in such a tight spot.

But out of personal selfishness, he did not tell Kyle about this. Although he felt guilty, they really needed the money.

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