Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

DeRoss was delighted.

He never imagined that the mystery that had plagued the Fire Dragon Reserve for nearly a hundred years would be solved on such an ordinary morning.

Influenced by the first dragon keeper captain Birdman, he has been looking for this mysterious donor ever since the Fire Dragon Sanctuary got on track, wanting to thank him in person.

This matter almost became a task that was not recorded in the manual. Including him and Birdman, a total of six captains had used their connections to look for this person, but there was still no news.

He even asked Newt, but at that time the other party also claimed that he didn't know anything. Unexpectedly, he brought people here today.

DeRols suddenly felt a little absurd in his mind. He shook his head and threw some thoughts away.

Maybe Newt Scamander really didn't know at the time. He knew this expert on magical creatures and knew that the other party really wouldn't lie. If he deliberately concealed something, he would definitely be able to see it.

And compared to Scamander, DeRoss thought of another person.

He turned his head and looked at Kyle. If he remembered correctly, the other person should be Chris's son.

He couldn't help but recall a night a few years ago when he and Chris were chatting at a welcome dinner held by the Ministry of Magic. The other party also vowed to help him find clues about the mysterious donor...

Who could have thought that the guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes was such a dishonest person. It was obviously his thing, but he pretended to know nothing about it.

Bah, it would be strange if you didn’t know!

DeRols was speechless. He was afraid that when Chris looked at him and thanked him sincerely, he must have laughed so hard in his heart. It was really hard for him to remain so calm on the surface.

He thought the other person was a nice person, but he didn't expect him to be such a bad guy.

While Derols was madly complaining about someone in his mind, he opened the painting of a fire dragon in the corner of the room and took out a glittering golden key from it.

The key to the Gringotts vault.

"It's yours now." DeRols handed the key to Kyle readily.

Fortunately, these Galleons are saved up little by little every year. If he were asked to take out more than 6,000 Galleons at once, he might not be able to get it together in a short time.

The protected area, which monopolized the fire dragon material business in the magic world, couldn't even come up with 6,000 Galleons. It might sound absurd, but it was the truth.

Although the Fire Dragon Reserve currently has a very mature industrial chain, raising dragons is really a bottomless pit, and almost all the money they earn is spent on it.

The materials that are sold will eventually become food and other things, and most of them will return to the stomachs of the fire dragon cubs and become their food.

So there really aren't that many Galleons left in the reserve.

Kyle took the key and looked at it carefully.

It's interesting to say, he always thought that the goblin couldn't take a single Galleon from him, but he didn't expect that the other party still had a huge sum of 6,000 Galleons in the vault.

Fortunately, a certain goblin didn't know that the vault belonged to him.

"Oh, and one more thing." DeRols thought of something and reminded, "This vault is in Gringotts in Romania. If you need it, I can help transfer it to the UK."

"It's okay, we can do it ourselves." Kyle said, "This shouldn't be a special vault."

There are three types of Gringotts vaults. Ordinary vaults can be accessed with a key. Although the security is not as good, it does not have any messy requirements.

There is also a special vault that requires payment to use, which is the same type that Dumbledore used to store the Philosopher's Stone. It is more secure, but you need to pay Gringotts.

Finally, there is the most closely guarded underground vault, which is basically used by ancient pure-blood families, such as the Black family and the Lestrange family.

"No, it's just an ordinary vault." DeRols shook his head.

"That's fine, we can just take it when the time comes." Kyle said.

It's safer to keep the Garlon in your own hands.

"What about after that?" Drols asked. "You should know that as long as the Fire Dragon Sanctuary still exists, you can get a portion of the income every year. Although the amount is not much, it is about 200 Galleons. I still think it is more convenient to transfer this vault to the UK."

Kyle thought about it and found that this was indeed the case.

If the vault is in Romania, he can only come here to get it, which is indeed a bit inconvenient.

"Thank you for your help." Kyle returned the key to DeRols.

"It doesn't matter." Derols stood up, "I'll do it myself, so the goblins won't find excuses to delay. Those greedy guys don't want to transfer the treasure in their vaults to other countries.

"If everything goes well, I should be able to come back and have lunch with you three. Please don't refuse."

"It's okay, there's no rush." ​​Kyle quickly stopped the other person, "And forget about lunch, we can go back and eat."

There was one more thing he hadn't said, and it was the most important one. After that, DeRoss might not want to have lunch with them anymore.

"That won't do." DeRols said with a smile, "Mr. Birdman comes to the Fire Dragon Reserve several times a year. If he knew that I didn't do anything and just let you go, he would definitely scold me."

Speaking of Birdman, DeRoss thought of another thing.

He remembered that the man who established the Fire Dragon Sanctuary once said that if you can't find the person, there is no need to look for him, because he will naturally appear after a certain time.

At that time he was talking about several years later... DeRols thought about it carefully and suddenly realized that it seemed to be this year.

This shocked him greatly. Could it be that Mr. Birdman also had the gift of prophecy? He had never heard of it.

But he didn't care too much. Normally, Mr. Birdman would come to the Fire Dragon Reserve to inspect the situation in the next few days, and he could ask him directly then.

Kyle naturally had no idea what DeRols was thinking, as he had already taken out another piece of parchment.

"Captain DeRols, I have another magic contract here, which is also about the Fire Dragon Sanctuary."

"What else?" DeRols came back to his senses and was slightly stunned.

That's not right. There shouldn't be any other donors for the reserve.

Although he was confused, he subconsciously took the parchment from Kyle.

then……

It was visibly that DeRols' expression suddenly became interesting. He almost popped his eyes out, and the hand holding the parchment began to tremble slightly.

"Legal dragon raising...gift of dragon eggs...plus all dragon raising expenses...this is impossible, absolutely impossible." He almost screamed, "The reserve will never issue such an outrageous certificate."

"Where did you get it from!" DeRols raised his head and looked at Kyle seriously. "You forged a magical contract related to the Fire Dragon Sanctuary without permission. I have the right to have the Aurors arrest you, even if the elders in your family have helped us before!"

As he spoke, he even took out his wand.

"Be patient, Drols." Dumbledore stepped forward and stood in front of Kyle.

"Principal Dumbledore, what do you mean?" DeRols said in a deep voice, "The Fire Dragon Sanctuary will never be threatened by anyone."

"Believe me, I didn't mean that." Dumbledore said lightly, "But I am willing to guarantee as the headmaster of Hogwarts that there is absolutely no problem with this magic contract.

"So I suggest you calm down and take a closer look."

The furious Drols looked at Dumbledore, not knowing what he was thinking, but he put down his wand after a moment.

"Don't look at it. We will definitely not issue such an outrageous certificate." DeRoss said, "Since you have helped the reserve in the past, you can go. I will not hold you responsible for the forged contract."

"That's not necessarily true, Captain DeRols." Kyle, who had been silent, stepped forward and said calmly, "You can only represent yourself, not others, right?"

"Or you can ask Birdman." Newt also said at this time: "He should live nearby, you should be able to contact him, if you agree, I can do it for you."

Looking at the three people in front of him, DeRols was a little shaken.

He didn't believe Kyle, nor did he completely believe Dumbledore, but he believed Newt Scamander. If the other party was really Newt Scamander, it would be impossible for him to play with them.

As for the other party's identity... In order to prevent someone from pretending to be a dragon keeper, the protected area is protected by appearance magic. Since they can walk here, it is enough to prove their identity.

DeRols was a little confused.

"Oh, right." At this time, Kyle suddenly said, "I remember there are two copies of this contract. The other one is placed here. You can look for it. You may find a surprise."

DeRols looked at Kyle and said nothing, but took out his wand and opened a cabinet next to him.

A large amount of parchment floated out at his command, but none of them were what he was looking for.

"These are useless, the best ones are from ninety-seven years ago," Kyle reminded.

DeRols's hand holding the wand paused slightly, then swung it violently again.

In the corner, an old, faded, and dusty cabinet creaked open, and a large amount of parchment flew out.

But this time, a piece of parchment flashed with a silvery-white light, as if attracted by something, and flew to the table and landed next to the magic contract on it.

The patterns on it, shining with silver-white light, are pieced together, with silver light flowing and fitting perfectly.

pat!

The wand in DeRols's hand fell to the ground and he stood there in a daze, dumbfounded.

Really...

This outrageous thing is actually true!

DeRols couldn't believe his eyes.

"No, you must have done something." He still didn't believe it. After picking up the wand, he fumbled for a two-sided mirror and tapped on it rapidly.

Soon, the two-way mirror flashed, revealing a wrinkled face. It was an old wizard with no hair.

"What's wrong? Why are you so anxious?" He said slowly, "I've told you so many times that the most important thing in taking care of a fire dragon is patience. You need to be steady when encountering things..."

"Mr. Birdman." DeRols didn't want to hear what he said at all. He simply turned the two-way mirror and pointed it at the two pieces of parchment spliced ​​together on the table.

"Someone gave me this, saying it was the legal certificate for dragon breeding that you gave him."

"Nonsense, how could I possibly..."

At the moment the two-way mirror froze, Birdman's voice stopped abruptly.

Even without being able to see the other person's face, Kyle could guess what expression he had.

"Principal Dumbledore is here too." A sigh came from the two-way mirror.

"Here it comes, right next to us," said DeRols.

After a moment's silence, Birdman's voice came from the two-way mirror.

"Give it to them, it's real."

"But the requirements above..."

"It's all true... Hey, Jill actually laid a dragon egg, I have to go take a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two-way mirror went dark, leaving DeRols standing there in a daze.

If he remembered correctly, Gil was a male Swedish short-nosed dragon?

However, Birdman's words also revealed a lot of information. This contract seemed to be real, and it was very likely that he gave it out.

DeRols took a few deep breaths, looked up at Kyle again, and tried hard to force a smile.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh."

"It doesn't matter." Kyle said, "I only care whether the conditions above can be fulfilled."

"Since Mr. Birdman has agreed to it and there is a formal contract...of course there is no problem." DeRols said through gritted teeth.

"But not you."

"What's the meaning."

"The wizard who signed the contract must come in person." DeRols calmed down and pointed to the top line of the parchment.

"It's different from a donation. It's clearly stated here that it's only valid for individuals and cannot be transferred or inherited."

“I know, but that’s who I am,” Kyle said.

DeRols raised his eyebrows. Did he think he was a fool?

The date on it is 1899, ninety-seven years ago, but Kyle is only so old, how could it be possible...

"Oh! Merlin's beard!"

DeRols nearly jumped out of his seat.

Because he saw Kyle put the wand on the parchment. What's weird is that the contract pattern on the parchment actually lit up and turned into magic words and fell off the parchment.

This means that Kyle's magic power is exactly the same as the magic power that makes up the contract pattern.

But how is this possible... This is clearly a contract made ninety-seven years ago.

Derols felt like his head was about to explode. The shock was no less than seeing Jill lay a dragon egg with his own eyes.

This situation was completely beyond his comprehension, and the little bit of rationality he had finally regained was shattered in an instant.

"Is everything okay now?" Kyle asked with a smile.

"Wait, wait a minute." DeRols stood up quickly, opened the door and ran out.

"I guess he went to find Birdman." Newt said, "After he retired, he built a house behind the reserve and invited me to be his neighbor several times...but the Romanian Ministry of Magic didn't agree to let me live here."

That's for sure... Kyle complained in his heart. Without Dumbledore's guarantee, the British Ministry of Magic would probably not agree to let Newt live in Dorset.

However, Birdman's previous words made him very concerned.

"Professor." Kyle looked at Dumbledore, "Does he already know?"

"I remember that when he saw me once, he was very surprised and asked me some questions." Dumbledore said, "But I didn't understand him at the time. I just thought his questions were very strange. Now it seems that he recognized me."

Dumbledore went there with Kyle at the beginning, and his appearance even when he was old was still very recognizable, so it was not surprising that he could be recognized.

"Is that okay?" Kyle asked.

"It should be fine." Dumbledore thought for a moment, "Birdman is not a talkative person, and he is only interested in dragons."

"That's good," Kyle said.

About half an hour later, DeRols came back.

Kyle originally thought that Birdman would come along, but after waiting for a long time, he found that no one else came in.

"Have you asked clearly?"

"I didn't find him." DeRols gritted his teeth and said, "There was only one letter in the room."

He placed the letter on the table. The handwriting on it was messy and obviously written in a hurry.

The general meaning is, "I need to go out for something, you can take care of the things in the reserve."

"It looks like Birdman is guilty." Newt said with a smile.

To be honest, the conditions on the certificate for legal dragon-raising were indeed outrageous. If he were Birdman, he would probably have to hide away for a while.

"Do you need our help to find Birdman?" Kyle asked, looking at DeRols.

"No, I can probably guess where he is." DeRols rubbed his forehead.

"Then now..."

"We agreed." Derols was silent for a moment, then said helplessly, "Since there is no problem with the magic contract, we will naturally abide by our promise."