Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

"If I take out this quill at Hogwarts, I might really get a lot of envious looks."

Maybe influenced by Narcissa, Malfoy stared at the Thunderbird quill and fell into deep thought.

Subconsciously, he thought of a scarred man with a firebolt.

The Firebolt was right in the shop window and anyone with money could buy it, but the Thunderbird Quill was different. This kind of thing had long been banned, and even though Scarhead now had a rich godfather, he couldn't buy this kind of thing.

And his follower Weasley would never be able to afford it in his lifetime.

wrong.

Malfoy shook his head, and suddenly realized that he had been expelled from school. There was a high probability that he would never see Scarhead and his followers again. Even if he did, it would only be on the battlefield.

That's good... I really hope that day will come sooner, so that he can do something he has wanted to do for a long time... torture the other person to his heart's content.

"There's nothing good here, let's go back." Malfoy said uninterested.

"Okay." Narcissa naturally had no objection and reached out to take down the Thunderbird quill.

"Mom, what are you doing with that?"

"Don't you want to buy it?" Narcissa asked.

"No." Malfoy blurted out, "Why should I spend money on something I can't use?"

"It can always be used." Narcissa was silent for a moment, "Even if you just use it to write..."

"You, whatever you want." For some reason, Malfoy didn't object anymore. He just took the quill and walked silently to the counter.

"How much."

"Thirty Galleons." Kyle smiled.

"How much?" Malfoy said, raising his voice sharply. "Thirty Galleons, are you crazy? It's just a quill!

"In the Literary Residence, even the best Evil Bird Quill Pen only costs one Galleon."

"This is a thunderbird feather." Kyle reminded him, "Even if you sell it to an alchemist, you can get twenty Galleons."

"That still leaves ten Galleons."

"Craftsmanship." Kyle said calmly, "It's handmade using ancient methods that were passed down a hundred years ago. It's totally incomparable to the cheap goods on the market. Only this can be considered a symbol of status."

"Madam..." Kyle looked at Narcissa and said calmly, "I think you can tell."

Narcissa raised an eyebrow.

Could she? No, she couldn't tell. After all, who would care about the craftsmanship of a quill?

And she also felt that selling a quill pen for thirty Galleons was a bit too much.

But thinking of Draco staring at the quill in a daze, she cleared her throat.

"The craftsmanship is, well... average, but it's just passable. We'll take it."

"Mom?" Malfoy turned his head in shock.

The Malfoy family was rich, but he still found it a little unacceptable to spend thirty Galleons on a quill.

Although the thunderbird feather itself is worth twenty Galleons, that is only the best ones on the wings. Not just any feather is that expensive. Besides, after being made into a feather pen, it will not be possible to sell it.

He also felt that the shopkeeper's words sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard them.

"It's okay, Draco. It's only thirty Galleons." Narcissa brought over another coral ornament and said arrogantly, "With this, how much is it in total?"

"Two hundred Galleons," Kyle said with a smile, and while Narcissa was paying, he flicked his fingers and flicked a piece of torn parchment into Malfoy's pocket.

"Business here must not be very good." Malfoy said sarcastically, not noticing Kyle's little action.

He still couldn't accept a quill that cost thirty Galleons.

Maybe he would have bought it a few years ago, but only before the third grade...Now he would rather use the money to buy a pure gold feather pen, and even a pure gold feather pen would cost less than thirty Galleons.

Facing Malfoy's sarcasm, Kyle just smiled and said nothing.

Narcissa next to him patted his shoulder gently.

"Don't say that, Draco." She poured a pile of Galleons on the table and smiled inexplicably. "We should admire the courage and guts of the shop owner."

“We’ll be back.”

"I look forward to your next visit, ma'am."

Kyle smiled as he escorted Narcissa and Draco out of the shop, then turned around and collected the two hundred Galleons on the table.

It has to be Malfoy. Although he was not as generous as imagined, two hundred Galleons was not a small amount, which was more than what most shops earned in a month.

But this is not the most important thing. The important thing is that Kyle also got a secret information from Malfoy.

Lucius Malfoy, it seems, is heading to Cornwall recently with Barty Crouch Jr. and others, and is asked to bring a large sum of Galleons.

This is interesting. Why did the Death Eaters take Galleon to Cornwall? It can't be to solve the housing problem for the wandering wizards there.

Cornwall is located in the southernmost corner of the UK, surrounded by the sea on three sides. Due to its unique geographical location and the fact that it is far enough away from the Ministry of Magic, it attracts many wizards who are unwilling to take the ordinary path or have ulterior motives.

Eighty percent of these wizards are on the wanted list, and the remaining 19 percent have not yet been discovered.

It's just that these wizards are very well hidden, and with their long experience in dealing with Aurors, they are always able to escape capture time and time again, and the Ministry of Magic is helpless about it.

Fortunately, in order to protect themselves, the local wizards gradually became tougher and stronger, and their attacks were even more ruthless than those people, and a delicate balance was formed between them.

It's a bit like the relationship between Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley. Everyone is in the same area, but they are clearly separated from each other. You do your thing and I do mine. Although there are occasional minor frictions, most of the time we don't interfere with each other.

The Death Eaters must have had some purpose in placing their target there.

Recruiting troops?

It was possible that they had just lost a group of people and naturally needed to replenish the team, and the 'Knockturn Alley' there just happened to meet their needs for recruiting people, which could also explain why they brought Garlon with them.

Voldemort's name is indeed well-known in the UK and is intimidating to some surrounding countries, but not everyone buys it... Especially for those foreign wizards, this name is not as real as Galleon.

Kyle tapped the table lightly, wondering whether he should go over to join in the fun. To be honest, he really wanted to go to Cornwall. Even if he couldn't stop the Death Eaters' conspiracy, it would be worth it to bring back some local specialties.

The Cornish elves are quite famous in the wizarding world. Although those troublesome little guys don't have much attacking ability, they are good at causing damage.

"gentlemen……"

While Kyle was hesitating, Dobby walked in cautiously, nervously observing the surroundings, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Narcissa and Malfoy were really not here.

It was obvious that he hadn't recovered from the shock just now.

"Don't worry, Dobby. You are a free house-elf now." Kyle glanced at him. "Don't mention that they didn't recognize you. Even if they did, so what? With me here, you don't need to worry about what they will do to you."

"Yes, Dobby is a...free elf." Dobby puffed out his chest and strode over.

Kyle looked behind him and suddenly said seriously:

"Oh, Lady Narcissa, it's so nice to see you again."

Dobby's legs went limp and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Almost subconsciously, Dobby hurriedly got up, turned around and said, "Welcome... Welcome... Hmm?"

When he raised his head stiffly, he found only an empty gate in front of him and an equally empty street outside the gate, with no one at all.

"Dobby, you still need to get used to it." Kyle couldn't help laughing and said, "I really should have kept you here. Then you would find that they are not as scary as you think."

"Dobby, Dobby is not afraid of them." said the elf stubbornly.

Kyle shrugged, noncommittal.

Although Dobby is an outlier among house-elves, some things are not so easy to change.

But there is no need to rush, just take it slow, one day Dobby will be able to face all the Malfoys calmly.

First step...

"Dobby, next time Malfoy comes, you will still be the one to receive him." Kyle said lightly, "Remember, no matter what he buys, you must increase the price by at least 30%. Of course, you can also increase it further. No matter how much more it is, it will be considered your commission."

"No, no..." In an instant, Dobby's legs became even weaker. But it was not because of Malfoy, but because of the so-called commission.

Dobby knew the prices of these things too well. The starting price was ten Galleons, with fifty Galleons being common and quite a few costing a hundred Galleons. Even if it was only one-tenth of that, it was too much for him. He didn't even dare to take it.

Dobby likes his current life very much. He wants a salary and just enjoys the process. At the same time, he is afraid of being kicked out if he gets paid too much.

He didn't want to be driven away.

When he was working for Newt, if Tina hadn't been so tough, he would have only asked for one Galleon a week.

"It's okay, believe me." Kyle looked at Dobby, his voice seemed to be bewitching. "Just once, if you sell something to Malfoy at double the price, you will never be afraid of him again."

Dobby still shook his head and stammered, "Sir, this... this is not right."

"That's not right, but it'll be fine as long as you don't get caught." Kyle smiled and handed him two Galleons, "I almost forgot, this is your commission this time.

"Don't refuse. A free house-elf must get a commission."

Dobby, who was about to continue shaking his head, came over and picked up the two heavy Galleons.

"That's right." Kyle nodded with a smile, "I'm not those shameless headmasters of Hogwarts."

The headmaster of Hogwarts, shameless?

Dobby was completely confused and had no idea what this meant.

However, Kyle did not explain. He stood up and said, "I will be away for a while. The store is left to you. It doesn't matter if there are customers or not. You can take the commission yourself... As for Mr. Scamander, I will talk to him."

"Yes, sir," said Dobby.

Kyle then left the store.

In Malfoy's memory, Lucius and Barty Crouch Jr. will set off for Cornwall tomorrow, but he doesn't know the specific route and time.

But it's not a big problem, he can find a professional.

Kyle went to the fireplace of the Leaky Cauldron, grabbed a handful of Floo powder and threw it down, saying loudly, "Ministry of Magic!"

……

"Kyle, why are you here?"

In the Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Objects, Mr. Weasley looked at Kyle who suddenly appeared and asked in surprise, "Didn't Chris say that you were traveling to France?"

"That's true," Kyle said, "but something brought me back."

"But this is not important." Kyle waved his hand, "Mr. Weasley, I want to know the recent movements of the Death Eaters."

"Death Eaters..." Mr. Weasley's face immediately became serious. He walked quickly to the door, stuck his head out to look around, and then closed the door.

"Why are you asking this suddenly?"

"I understand they may have some big moves in Cornwall recently," said Kyle.

"Cornwall..." Mr. Weasley frowned slightly, "Are you sure?"

"About 70 percent." Kyle said after thinking for a moment.

After all, the information was obtained from Draco, a marginal figure, so he was not sure whether it was true or not.

"Where did you get the news?"

"Well, a Death Eater who wants to be less evil." Kyle said, "But whether to publish his name is up to Professor Dumbledore."

"Principal Dumbledore? I see." Hearing this name, Mr. Weasley nodded in understanding. "So he asked you to come?"

"Well... sort of." Kyle nodded vaguely.

Dumbledore and Ariana let him move freely before leaving, and in a sense, it was okay for him to say that... right?

"As for the latest news about the Death Eaters, I only know a general idea. Alastor knows the most." Mr. Weasley did not doubt Kyle's words. He placed a gyroscope-like endoscope on the table and then spoke in a low voice.

"All I know is that he has been following Mauben and Gilman to the south."

"Moben? Gilman?"

"He is also a Death Eater." Mr. Weasley explained, "He was a Death Eater more than a decade ago. He escaped trial by taking advantage of a loophole and recently rejoined the You-Know-Who.

"Alastor has been following them and has obtained a lot of information, but his personality means that he is not destined to tell us too much, so we don't know the more detailed situation."

"Then do you know where he went?"

"I don't know the details, but..." Mr. Weasley paused suddenly, "Kyle, you don't want to cause trouble for the Death Eaters, do you?"

"How is that possible..." Kyle waved his hand, "Now is my vacation time. I'm waiting to go to France after delivering the message."

"That's good." Mr. Weasley then continued, "Whirlstone Lighthouse, this is the news from Alastor. We always thought their target was Devonshire."

……

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, and the morning breeze carried a slight salty smell.

On the reef by the sea stands a long-faded lighthouse. Two men wearing black hoods stand under the lighthouse, anxiously waiting for something.

Not long after, there was a wave in the air, and several people with the same appearance appeared out of thin air nearby.

"Mo Ben." The leader said in a low voice, "How is the matter going?"

"Don't worry, Barty. Gilman is leading that Auror around Devon. Those bugs in the Order of the Phoenix would never dream that our real target is actually the wizards in Cornwall."

"It's better... like this." The hood was lifted, revealing a young but very pale face.

When he spoke, he would always stick out his tongue from time to time, looking like a snake spitting out its tongue.

But a wizard spitting out his tongue not only looks weird, but also a bit disgusting.

However, everyone present looked as if they were used to it. Even if some of them felt something was strange, they did not dare to show it.

"Mobben, you have already disappointed the Dark Lord once." Barty Crouch Jr. stared at the Death Eater named Morben, "I think you will not disappoint the Dark Lord a second time, right?"

"Of course, absolutely not." Mo Ben wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"That's good, let's go," said Barty Crouch Jr.

The two Death Eaters behind him immediately stepped forward and pointed their wands at the lighthouse.

No one knew what they did, but the lighthouse suddenly cracked and opened in the middle, revealing a dark and deep passage underneath.

Barty Crouch Jr. was the first to enter, followed by Mauben and the other Death Eaters.

When the last Death Eater walked into the passage, a shallow footprint suddenly appeared behind him, but his mind was on the dark passage ahead and he did not notice it.

The passage was then closed and restored to its original form as a lighthouse.