Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Afterwards, Birdman mentioned some other rules, which were basically related to not interfering with the Fire Dragon Protection Area. However, compared with the previous ones, these seemed insignificant, and Kyle agreed to them all.

Like he said before, he didn't come here for these things. If he just wanted to earn Galleons, he could just go to Diagon Alley again and there was no need to come all the way here.

So even though these conditions seemed a bit too outrageous to Kyle, he didn't care.

Opposite Kyle, Birdman was almost in tears, and he wanted to praise Kyle with all the words he could think of.

During these few minutes, he had gradually built up the image of Kyle as a kind-hearted man who truly loved fire dragons and was willing to spend a large amount of Galleons to protect them.

I have to say, there are still many good people in the magical world!

So, under the premise that the two had the same ideas, things went extremely smoothly.

Ten minutes later, Birdman repaired the broken quill, dipped it in ink, and with trembling hands managed to write a certificate.

It was a certificate of funding, with everything he had just said to Kyle written on it.

Birdman picked up the wand and whispered a difficult spell. The ancient spell was mixed with ink, and Birdman signed his name in the most conspicuous place on the certificate.

With a bright white light, the ordinary parchment turned into a magical contract.

Kyle just took a quick look at it and put it away. If anyone else saw this thing, he would probably be considered a fool.

No, it should be said that even a fool would not do such a business that can't make any money.

"Oh, there's one more thing." Kyle seemed to suddenly think of something.

"No problem, go ahead." Birdman held the box full of Galleons, his mouth almost reaching his ears.

Now he just wanted to go to the Owl Post Office and write letters to the dragon breeders who had left, telling them that they could come back.

"Exactly. Can I get a certificate to legally raise a dragon?" Kyle narrowed his eyes. "Like I said just now, I love dragons too much."

Birdman raised his head sharply, and the joy and excitement on his face quickly disappeared.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but that's impossible," he deadpanned.

At this point he had already guessed Kyle's purpose, and his evaluation of him instantly fell from the peak to the bottom.

Because before the Fire Dragon Sanctuary was established, all Fire Dragon-related materials on the market came from certain pure-blood families. They captured Fire Dragons, raised them, killed them when needed, and split them into various materials to earn a large amount of Galleons.

This behavior also led to a decreasing number of fire dragons. After all, it is not as easy to cultivate them as to capture them.

Although the fire dragon is the top magical animal in the wizarding world and has incredible destructive power, as long as you are willing to spend money, you can always find wizards willing to take risks. If you can't catch it with ten, then find fifty or a hundred.

Compared to the benefits brought by a fire dragon, the cost of hiring a wizard is not worth mentioning.

If this continues, perhaps in a few decades, there will no longer be magical animals like fire dragons in the wizarding world.

This problem might be solved if all materials related to fire dragons were banned, but that is unrealistic.

After hundreds of years of development, fire dragons have become closely connected with the magical world. Apart from anything else, dragon blood alone spans several fields including alchemy and potions.

There are also dragon leather gloves, which are also essential props for dangerous magic experiments.

If their sale is banned, many industries will come to a standstill, and the big guys won't want to see that happen.

Therefore, in order to solve this problem and prevent the fire dragon from completely disappearing one day, the Fire Dragon Protection Area was established.

Although they are still stuck at the most critical first step and have almost no influence, as long as they are still there, the private sale of fire dragon materials is illegal and can only be done secretly and cannot be done openly.

The same goes for catching fire dragons.

In a sense, the reserve is indirectly protecting the fire dragons and slowing down their disappearance.

As for the legal dragon-raising certificate that Kyle mentioned... With this thing, he can continue to do the fire dragon business unscrupulously without any impact.

But in this case, what is the point of establishing a fire dragon protection zone?

Birdman's expression quickly turned cold, and he threw the box in his hand back onto the table without hesitation.

"If you came here with this purpose, please go back. I will return these Galleons to you intact." He said bluntly, without any reluctance in his tone.

"Don't be so quick to refuse." Kyle seemed to have guessed what he would say, and said calmly: "I didn't say I want it now."

"Not at any time," Birdman said bluntly.

"Ninety years is not okay?" Kyle took out two bottles of butterbeer from the box and threw one to Birdman.

"What?" Birdman was stunned.

“Like I said, I like dragons.” Kyle slowly uncorked the bottle, took a sip of the sweet butter beer, and continued, “It’s just that I’m still young and don’t know much about them.

"But I believe that by the time I reach 90 years later, I should be able to become an experienced dragon expert. But at that age, it would be a bit difficult for me to travel back and forth between London and Romania frequently, just like the person behind me."

Kyle pointed behind him.

Dumbledore was leaning back in his chair, looking weak and drained.

Although he ended up in this state because he traveled through time many times, Birdman didn't know that. He just thought that he was too old and couldn't stand the effects of Apparition.

"This..." Birdman hesitated.

"So I thought, when the time comes, I can get closer to the fire dragon." Kyle said with a smile, "Isn't this an unreasonable idea?"

Birdman said nothing.

Indeed, if a fire dragon protection area is officially established, then if you want to see them again, besides looking for them in the wild, you can only come here.

But after ninety years, the young man in front of him would probably be over a hundred years old, so it would be normal for him not to want to run back and forth anymore.

"You can settle in Romania," said Birdman. "I can decide and leave you a large enough piece of land here for you to build a spacious manor."

"Compared to hobbies, hometown is just as hard to give up, isn't it?" Kyle said.

Birdman fell silent again.

"Or I can take a step back and say, how about ninety-eight years?" Seeing that Birdman's attitude had softened somewhat, Kyle struck while the iron was hot and said, "A legal dragon-raising certificate that will only take effect after ninety-eight years. I don't think it's an excessive request."

"That's true, but..."

"You're going to have to issue these certificates anyway."

Kyle interrupted him and continued, "There are many people in the magic world who are interested in magical animals. As dragons are one of the representative species, there are naturally many people studying them. It is impossible for everyone to come to Romania.

"Whether it's for cooperation or for some other reason, you have to give special treatment to some people. For example, Mandrake, a plant that was once banned from trading by the Ministry of Magic, can now be grown in at least five places."

"Well... um..." Birdman hesitated even more and said hesitantly: "It's different. Fire dragons and mandrakes are different."

"That's right." Kyle shrugged, "Mandra was listed as a prohibited trade plant in 1869, which is only thirty years ago.

"In comparison, the ninety-eight years I proposed is still a bit long."

The Birdmen were all dumbfounded.

Who said this.

What he meant was that mandrake was a plant and its use was limited to potions or other very small circles, unlike dragon materials, which were used in almost every industry.

But Kyle didn't give him time to explain.

"In that case..." He slapped his hand on the box.

Birdman's heart skipped a beat and he blurted out, "Are you going to cancel this funding?"

"No, the funding must continue. I don't want to only see dragons in books." Kyle said, "But the amount may have to be changed. After all, I also need to make some preparations for the future."

Birdman breathed a sigh of relief.

"Three hundred Galleons, then."

Birdman nearly jumped up.

"Three hundred Galleons?"

He originally thought that Kyle would cut it in half at most, even if there were only a thousand Galleons left, saving some would be enough to solve the urgent problem. He didn't expect it to be reduced to one-tenth in an instant.

"There's nothing I can do." Kyle sighed. "Think about it. I can't raise a dragon myself, so I can only come here to build a house, which costs a lot of money. I also need to find an assistant, plus various instruments, house-elves to take care of my life, and daily food and clothing... After all this calculation, 2,700 Galleons doesn't seem to be enough."

"That's enough, absolutely enough," Birdman said hurriedly.

My goodness, does this guy want to build a castle here? But even if it’s a castle of the same size as Hogwarts, it won’t cost more than two thousand Galleons.

Of course, the premise is that only the appearance is considered. If the internal facilities are included, it would not be enough even if it is multiplied ten times... However, if it is just for daily residence, it seems that those facilities are not needed.

"Okay then, 2,700 is 2,700. I'll keep it simple and it'll be fine as long as it's enough for us to live in." Kyle gritted his teeth and started taking gold coins out of the box. At the same time, he put the parchment back on the table and said embarrassedly, "But in this case, I'll have to trouble Mr. Stricker to rewrite a certificate."

Watching Kyle's actions, Birdman's heart was bleeding.

Two thousand seven hundred Galleons... to make do?

He just couldn't connect the two sentences together.

Moreover, the clinking sound made by Kyle when he grabbed the gold coins made it impossible for him to concentrate.

It felt like someone was taking down the sign of the Fire Dragon Protection Area in front of him, but he couldn't stop it.

As the gold coins in the box became less and less, Birdman's breathing became more and more rapid. He looked at the donation certificate of 3,000 Galleons on the table. The feather pen in his hand seemed to weigh as much as a thousand pounds, and he could not write a single word no matter what.

Damn it, couldn’t this guy just give him 300 Galleons? Why did he have to take 2,700 right in front of him?

Isn’t it too much trouble?

As if possessed by a ghost, he stood up suddenly and put his hands on the box.

"Don't take it!"

"What?" Kyle looked up at him in confusion. "Oh, it's okay. I'll hurry up and try to get it before you finish writing the new certificate."

Merlin's holey socks... How can I possibly continue writing?

Birdman roared in his heart, but he had to force a smile on the surface.

"Sir, how about you extend the time a little longer, for example, 200 years? I can issue you a legal dragon-raising certificate that will be valid for 200 years."

"Two centuries?" Kyle looked him up and down. "Do you want to hear what you're talking about?"

Birdman was also a little embarrassed.

"Ninety-eight years is my bottom line," Kyle said, "and this period is enough for the Fire Dragon Sanctuary to grow and develop. I'm just raising a few little dragons, so they won't pose a threat to you.

"But since you think it's inappropriate, forget it."

Kyle said, and forcibly grabbed a handful of gold coins.

Birdman was almost in tears.

In the past two years, this person is the only one who has come to donate money. I don’t know how long I have to wait after that.

But three hundred Galleons are really not enough.

Just as he was struggling, Kyle stretched out his evil hand again, and muttered softly: "These can be used to buy a set of chairs."

Another one...

"These can be used to build a table. I like the guardian tree table, which allows me to concentrate better when reading."

Another one...

"For these, let's buy the silverware made by fairies... they are a bit expensive, but they are also necessities to embellish our lives."

This one has at least twenty Galleons, enough for a month's food expenses for ten dragon breeders... to embellish their lives?

"I agreed!"

A certain defense in Birdman's heart collapsed.

"Ninety-eight years, right... I agree!"

Kyle's mouth curled up slightly, then immediately returned to normal.

"It's okay, Mr. Stricker." He pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Actually, you don't have to worry. I've thought about it and it's not bad to build a residence here. At least I don't need to spend money to raise dragons, and there are many kinds. If you think about it carefully, I'm getting a good deal."

"It's not difficult, not at all." Birdman said quickly, "I've thought about it, and you're right. Since we must cooperate with other magical animal scholars, why can't we choose one that we are more familiar with? Your generosity and kindness completely meet our standards for choosing a partner."

"But raising a dragon at your own expense is also a big expense." Kyle looked at the gold coins in the box, hesitated for a moment, and shook his head, "Forget it, I think it's good to live here."

Wow!

Another handful of gold coins was taken away.

Birdman really cried and wanted to slap himself twice.

Why...why did I reject him just now.

Just like he said just now, ninety-eight years is enough time for the Fire Dragon Reserve to grow and develop. If this person really did something illegal, the worst that could happen is that the legal dragon-raising certificate will be taken back.

Wizards are about strength and background...

It just so happens that they have the International Confederation of Wizards behind them, but what about the other party... At that time, he is just an old wizard over a hundred years old, how can he go against such a behemoth?

They are fully capable of taking the initiative.

"Well... sir, you don't understand, it's really uncomfortable to live here." Thinking of this, Birdman's face immediately changed and he said with a sad face.

"It's very windy here. When the wind blows, the sky is full of dust."

"It's okay. I can handle it."

"The roar of the fire dragons will also affect our rest. They always howl in the middle of the night and disturb our sleep."

"It's okay, magic can solve it."

"Then... there's no place for entertainment here." Birdman stammered, "You won't be able to go to the bar for a drink then."

Kyle paused holding the gold coin and began to hesitate.

There is a play!

Birdman's eyes lit up.

"When we chose the location, we picked a remote place that was perfectly away from Muggles and wizards. Who would open a pub in such a place, right?

"London is still the best. Diagon Alley is so lively. I can go for a drink anytime. And it's next to the Ministry of Magic, so it's convenient for me to do anything I want."

“That makes sense.” Kyle touched his chin.

"That's right." Birdman looked at Kyle with a smile, "To be honest, if I wasn't forced to do so, I wouldn't want to live in this crappy place. Look, the roof is leaking."

"But the cost of raising a dragon..." Kyle was still a little hesitant, "And I just remembered that even if I don't care about these, the fire dragon itself is ridiculously expensive. It's not appropriate."

"We'll take care of it." Birdman patted his chest. "Once the legal dragon-raising certificate comes into effect, our reserve will cover all your dragon-related expenses. In addition, I can also give you one... um, two dragon eggs."