Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

After this period of time, Birdman also figured it out.

Even if he wanted to do something, the Fire Dragon Sanctuary had to take the first step, otherwise everything he said would be in vain. The key to this first step was a lot of Galleons.

The other party brought a full three thousand Galleons, and he would think it was too much if he really didn't give any benefits.

Moreover, the legal dragon-raising certificate has been delayed for ninety-eight years...almost a century, and to be honest, this request is not excessive.

As for the promised dragon-raising expenses and dragon eggs...even if he was still alive by then, he would have retired long ago. What the successor would do would have nothing to do with him.

Birdman's attitude changed so quickly that Dumbledore was stunned.

He had absolutely no idea what had just happened. He had clearly heard every word the two of them said, but he couldn't figure out when their attitudes had changed.

How come Mr. Birdmanstrick, who just now insisted on not applying for a legal dragon-raising certificate, is now the one who takes the initiative?

Instead, Kyle began to refuse.

Could it be that he was too weak just now and accidentally fell asleep, missing a part?

It shouldn't be...

Dumbledore, who had lost a part of his memory, was puzzled and could only say that what Kyle was doing now was completely beyond his comprehension.

It’s just that the other two people present didn’t know what Dumbledore was thinking. Of course, even if they knew, they wouldn’t care.

Kyle doesn't care.

As for Birdman...ha, he's just an old servant. Do his thoughts matter?

Of course it doesn’t matter.

The promise given by Birdman also moved Kyle.

So, the gold coins that had been taken away were returned to the box, and Birdman wrote a certificate of legal dragon breeding for Kyle amid the pleasant sound of gold coins colliding.

It was still the same difficult spell. When Birdman signed his name, the contract magic officially took effect.

However, he was also cautious and added a long list of additional conditions to the certificate, all of which were used to restrict the user from harming the fire dragon and using the fire dragon to do illegal business.

Kyle didn't stop him, after all, he had never had such an idea in the first place.

Dragon blood and dragon scales only cost a few dollars.

After returning this time, even if he stewed dragon blood, he would get tired of it.

When Birdman handed over the second parchment with the magic contract printed on it, Kyle finally smiled with satisfaction.

These two pieces of parchment can be said to be the biggest gain this time besides Ariana.

Both parties seemed to be afraid that the other would regret it, and after the incident was over, they stood up at the same time.

"How about staying for dinner?" Birdman asked with a smile.

"No, I have some things to take care of. I have to go back to London as soon as possible." Kyle said.

For a place that can only provide wild vegetables to entertain its sponsors, Kyle didn't think he would be able to eat anything good if he stayed there, so he might as well go back as soon as possible.

However, Birdman was just polite in his response... There wasn't enough food in the Fire Dragon Reserve for them to eat, so how could there be any extra to entertain guests?

Of course, this will no longer happen after an hour.

Without Birdman escorting them, Kyle and Dumbledore returned to the same beech tree.

Dumbledore looked at him and tried to speak several times, but he didn't know what to say.

"It's okay, professor. It won't take long for you to understand why I did this." Kyle smiled and took out the two pieces of parchment. "After you recover your memory."

Dumbledore shook his head. "Perhaps I can guess that these seemingly harsh conditions are indeed an unprofitable deal for others, but they are just right for you."

"That's just a side benefit, or a prerequisite." Kyle said with a smile, "The second magic contract is my goal."

He loosened his grip, and the two pieces of parchment fell to the ground.

"Hide them," Kyle whispered, throwing out a gold coin.

Under Dumbledore's puzzled gaze, a Niffler suddenly jumped out. It first put the gold coin into its pocket, then grabbed the parchment and slid into the crack in the ground.

"What are you doing?" He was a little confused.

"Of course I hid the thing." Kyle explained, "The contract says it's ninety-eight years. What if I use the time converter to bring it back and the contract doesn't recognize it...

"So the best way is to make it really last for 98 years, with every second count. Of course, I have to find a secret place to hide it."

"Uh..." Dumbledore opened his mouth. He didn't expect Kyle to be so cautious.

But Kyle had no choice. After he went back this time, he would most likely not be able to use the time converter anymore, so he had to consider all possible problems carefully.

What if after I go back, the magic contract shows that only one day has passed?

Anyway, with the protection of the magic contract, the parchment will not be corroded and rotten by time. At most it will just be a little trouble, which is better than carrying out the experiment with a bamboo basket and getting nothing.

Not long after, Sniff jumped out of the crack again.

One of the interesting abilities of this magical creature is that it can squeeze through any gap. Even the metal safe in a Muggle bank is no different from an open door to the Niffler.

Therefore, they are not only good at finding treasures, but also good at hiding things... But the prerequisite is that they can sniff things that they are not interested in. If it is gold coins, gems, etc., they will most likely be put directly into the inner pocket.

However, Sniff was not interested in the parchment with words on it.

"Hidden?" Kyle asked.

Sniff patted his chest with his short hands, as if to say, "Don't worry, I'll do the job."

“Very good.” Kyle took out another gold coin and threw it to the shining-eyed Sniff.

While he was doing this, Dumbledore waited by his side until the Niffler went back into Kyle's box. Then he asked, "Can we go back now?"

"Well... not yet." Kyle said a little embarrassedly: "Actually, I have something else to do."

"Anything else?" Dumbledore looked unwell.

How long has Kyle been here? And isn't he here to pick me up? Why does it feel like he's the one who's here to do something?

"It's just a small matter and can be solved quickly." Kyle thought for a moment and said, "How about this, Professor, you rest here first. I'll go by myself and come back as soon as possible."

Seeing Dumbledore's weak appearance, Kyle was not sure if he could hold on for another long-distance journey.

And just as he said, this time there was really only one small thing left. If everything went well, he would be back in a few minutes and there would be no need for two of them to go together.

Dumbledore thought about it and agreed.

He wasn't too weak to Apparate or use a Portkey yet, but they would have to use the Time-Turner later.

A time span of almost a hundred years is quite a test, so he still wants to maintain as much strength as possible.

"Then I'll be back as soon as possible." Kyle said, breaking off a branch.

"Mentos."

The branch began to vibrate, emitting a burst of blue light, and then disappeared with Kyle.

Portkey. When the distance is too far, Kyle prefers to use this method rather than the more mentally exhausting Apparition.

Kyle shuttled through a blur of colors, and soon he landed on the ground again.

The barren mountain before him had turned into a bustling bar, but the people around him didn't find his sudden appearance strange at all.

We are all wizards, so we are used to it.

Kyle also didn't pay any attention to them. After simply tidying up his clothes, he strode through the Leaky Cauldron and entered Diagon Alley from the backyard.

It should be because Hogwarts is about to start. The new students have received their admission letters. Diagon Alley is much more lively now than when Kyle came here last time.

Walking on the streets, you can see wizards of all ages everywhere. The most numerous of them are 11-year-old freshmen who are about to start school. Most of these people will stand in front of a store and shout, looking as if they have never seen the world, so they are quite easy to recognize.

Kyle squeezed through the crowd and stopped in front of a shop in the middle of Diagon Alley.

When he left last time, there was a closed sign hanging on the door of the store, but now the sign has been taken down and the owner is in the store, enthusiastically introducing the merchandise on the shelves to a group of... young wizards who look only in their teens.

"The Biting Frisbee... looks like a normal plate, but if you try to eat the food inside, it will jump up and bite your nose."

"This customer has a good eye. One bite of these freshly picked sour pods will make you lose your sense of taste for the whole day."

……

Kyle raised his eyebrows. He didn't pay attention when he came here before, but now after hearing what the boss said, it seemed like this was a joke shop from a hundred years ago?

More than a month ago, when he first came to Diagon Alley, he bought the shell of a fire dragon egg here. The eggshell of an Australian white-eyed dragon egg was one of the essential ingredients for the Felixir potion. In addition, he also ordered a complete dragon egg at a high price.

However, the store didn't have this kind of thing at the time, so the boss said he had to look for it somewhere else. As a result, he was gone for several days, which far exceeded the time they agreed on.

Kyle originally thought that he had encountered a witch killer who was looking for loot. After all, even at this time, a complete fire dragon egg was considered a rare commodity, so it was not surprising that he was targeted.

Later, because of some dark wizards who were looking for trouble, he had to leave Diagon Alley early in order to avoid the Aurors' pursuit.

Later, because of Ariana's incident, he gradually almost forgot about it.

Later, when Birdman suddenly mentioned the dragon eggs at the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary, he suddenly remembered that he had a deal to complete in Diagon Alley, so he thought of stopping by to take a look before going back.

He didn't have much hope at first, after all, the boss had come back several days late. It was just that fire dragons were rare, so it would be good to get one more.

Anyway, I have the door key, so it won’t take long to make the trip.

What surprised Kyle was that the boss actually came back.

Perhaps Kyle's gaze was too obvious, and the boss who was selling the goods turned his head subconsciously.

Their eyes met.

"I'm sorry, kids." The owner, Willy Tom, cleared his throat. "Business hours are over. If you need anything, please come back next time we open."

"But it's not even noon yet." someone said dissatisfiedly.

"That's when I'll have lunch."

Without giving those people time to complain or explain, the boss drove them all out in an almost brutal manner and then slammed the door.

"Are you crazy?" He turned around and growled at Kyle who had come in at some point. "The Aurors are looking for you everywhere, and you dare to show up in Diagon Alley openly and park in front of my store. Aren't you afraid of implicating me?"

"I'm not afraid." Kyle said as a matter of course: "Even if you are arrested and sent to Azkaban, what does it have to do with me? I don't care."

Willy Tom was speechless for a moment.

I have to admit that although this sounds harsh, it does make sense!

At the same time, after his reminder, Kyle remembered that he seemed to be being pursued by Aurors. He had been busy these days and really forgot about it.

Are all Aurors so dedicated nowadays? It's been a month, and they haven't given up yet?

"So, you really killed those people in Holicen?" the boss asked curiously.

"Don't say that. I don't know any Holicon. If you slander me again, I will go find the Aurors."

Kyle naturally refused to admit it. After all, he did nothing. It was those people who suddenly fell asleep after looking at his box.

Maybe those people just like to sleep, it can’t be blamed on him.

The boss didn't say anything. He really wanted to tell Kyle... The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic have already determined that you are the real murderer behind the killing of five wizards, and even received orders to kill them on the spot if necessary. What's the point of saying this now?

But when the words came to his lips, he still didn't say them.

Because these were not secrets, Kyle could see them on the notice on the wall just by walking a few steps outside.

If I say it now, what if I scare the other party away... Willy Tom is very clear about the purpose of his coming here.

At the same time, he was also the person who least wanted Kyle to be caught by the Aurors.

Not out of kindness, but because of Garen.

"Thank you, Merlin!" He naturally changed his expression. "I thought the thing would fall on my hand, but I didn't expect you to have the courage to come back."

"I just came to see if you were killed or robbed by other wizards." Since he took the initiative to mention this, Kyle didn't beat around the bush. "Now it seems that you have got what I want."

"Of course." Willy Tom said confidently, "It's not that easy to take things from me."

"Then take it out." Kyle said, "I'm in a hurry, and I'm sure you don't want me to stay here too long."

"You can't say that. You are my honored guest."

Despite saying this, he still quickly walked to a painting and said something to the person inside.

Then, the portrait opened with a click, revealing a space behind that looked like a safe.

Willy Tom took out a round egg from it.

How to put it, the egg was somewhat ordinary, just like an oval stone that can be seen everywhere on the roadside, the color was a dull gray-green, and it was covered with bumpy black spots.

If this kind of thing was thrown into the river, passers-by might not even take a second look at it, but Kyle's eyes suddenly lit up.

"The eggs of the Romanian longhorned dragon!"

If we were to ask which type of fire dragon is the rarest in the magical world, the Romanian long-horned dragon would definitely be one of them. Their personalities are considered gentle among fire dragons, they are also very large in size, can produce a large amount of dragon blood, and the pair of golden dragon horns on their heads are of extremely high value.

Even its pair of horns is worth half of that of an ordinary Welsh green dragon.

Therefore, this kind of fire dragon has always been favored by dragon hunters, and its number has naturally become less and less.

Kyle believes that a big part of the reason why the Fire Dragon Reserve was established in Romania is to make it easier to protect the fire dragons that live locally.

Unexpectedly, Willy Tom actually brought him such a big surprise. If it was a Romanian longhorned dragon, it would indeed be worth two hundred Galleons.

"The customer really has good taste." Willy Tom said proudly, "In order to get this thing, I invested a lot of Galleons in it, and I was almost caught by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic."

Willy Tom kept talking about how difficult the journey was and how many fierce battles he had gone through to bring it back.

But Kyle could tell that there was a common feeling in every word he said.

Want to add money.

If it was a day ago, Kyle wouldn't mind giving him an extra ten or eight dollars, but now, it's really not possible.

"Snapped!"

A heavy bag was thrown onto the table.

"This is the final payment we agreed on before. Together with the previous deposit, it is a total of 200 Galleons. If you think it's too little, you can go to the Aurors to report me. I believe they will give you a considerable amount of clues."