Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 894 Collusion

“You must have sent those newspapers to Gringotts on purpose.”

After leaving the Ministry of Magic, Chris asked with interest: "If I'm not mistaken, then it's not the original content, but a temporary piece."

"Ah, you see?" Kyle smiled, "It was all done by Rita Skeeter. She said that she had wanted to publish a separate issue of the newspaper for a long time, and this time it was just an opportunity.

"However, it seems that her professional level is not very good."

“Yes, the content is too monotonous. Not only me, Scrimgeour also noticed it.”

Chris said, "If the goblin can keep his composure, when the owl delivers the real Daily Prophet, he will probably find that he has been deceived."

 “They can’t hold their breath.” Kyle shrugged.

Goblins look down on wizards, so they naturally look down on wizards’ newspapers. Even if they read them every day, it’s just to get the necessary information.

  Expect them to know as much about the Daily Prophet as Chris and Scrimgeour?

it's out of the question.

 So after seeing the familiar newspapers, layout, and fonts, the goblins did not suspect that the "Daily Prophet" was fake at all.

"That's great." Chris couldn't help but smile: "But if you let the goblins suffer such a big loss, Gringotts probably won't welcome you."

"It doesn't matter." Kyle said, "I have all the money in my own hands anyway, and I don't need Gringotts..."

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Kyle slapped his forehead, then took out a ruby ​​from his pocket and shook it.

Chris looked at it with some confusion, not understanding what this meant.

However, before he could ask, a black shadow rushed over in front of him and hugged Kyle's hand suddenly.

When Chris saw the black shadow clearly, he couldn't help but said: "Sniff?"

“Hmm.” Kyle lifted up Xiu Xiu by the scruff of his neck, stuffed the ruby ​​turned into an inner pocket on its belly, and at the same time took out his own box.

Chris’s eye twitched.

 He seemed to understand the truth of the matter.

 “You said you lost Galleons, shouldn’t you...”

“Ah, nothing is missing, it’s all in here.” Kyle opened the box, and the pile of golden light almost blinded Chris.

But before he could take a closer look, Xiu Xiu rushed out impatiently, grabbing the gold coins and stuffing them into his inner pocket.

Kyle had no intention of stopping it, so he took it as a reward.

On the way to St. Mungo's, he took the opportunity to release Sniff with the box.

This magical animal can slip into any crack. Aurors and goblins can't find it even if they dig three feet into the ground.

 After a while, the little guy stuffed all the Galleons, and then sat on the ground with a happy face, feeling dizzy, as if he had drunk too much.

This... Chris smacked his lips and frowned: "You are so tricking goblins, aren't you afraid that they will retaliate against you?"

"Don't be afraid, they can't know anyway." Kyle said matter-of-factly: "And I'm targeting the goblins."

 “Because of their attitude?” Chris asked.

 “Yeah.” Kyle nodded.

“Olen’s transformation spell is not very clever. I could see it almost at a glance, but the goblin didn’t see it.

“This may be due to their negligence, or it may be due to other reasons, but I don’t believe they are innocent.”

 “You mean, goblins and Death Eaters…”

"Probably not." Kyle shook his head, "The mysterious man looks down on goblins. In his opinion, whether they are goblins, house elves, or werewolves, they are no different from livestock, not even slaves.

"Just like Fenrir Greyback, a werewolf leader, he is considered an important figure no matter what, but he doesn't even have the Dark Mark. This proves that the mysterious man doesn't take them seriously at all. The goblins should be the same. Mysterious People don’t even bother to recruit them.”

"And the goblins are not stupid either." Kyle continued: "They are very clear and know that the best choice is to remain neutral. No matter who wins, Gringotts will not be affected."

"But their attitudes and thoughts are not necessarily the same." Kyle narrowed his eyes, "The goblins should want the mysterious man to win more."

"Because Death Eaters don't follow the rules?" Chris asked.

"Yes." Kyle said, "Death Eaters are cruel and arrogant, and more importantly, they hate Muggles. When the Muggle Protection Act becomes useless, it will be easier for goblins to make money."

"You think a lot." Chris glanced at Kyle, "This is the work of the Ministry of Magic."

“It’s just part of it, it’s a reason that can be put on the surface.” Kyle spread his hands.

“What about the other part?” Chris asked with interest: “What’s the reason why it can’t be shown?”

"Causing trouble with goblins." Kyle didn't hide it. "This time it's me. If it were another wizard, would I be killed by the Death Eaters after I lose my use value?"

“Besides, I’ve encountered so many things when withdrawing money, and it’s all over without any benefit at all? Impossible, these six thousand galleons can be regarded as a benefit fee.

 “My move is very expensive, and the goblin won’t suffer.”

 Six thousand galleons and you still don’t suffer a loss?

Chris raised his eyebrows. To be honest, even if he invited Dumbledore, it wouldn't cost so much money.

 Donate two thousand galleons to Hogwarts... Dumbledore would never refuse a trip.

"Besides these, I just can't stand them torturing fire dragons." Kyle whispered: "You haven't seen how miserable that iron-belly looks. It doesn't have any good scales on its body. It is obviously the largest fire dragon. But he was frightened by the sound of an iron piece and shivered.

“If Hagrid had been there, he would have torn those goblins alive and stuffed them into the cracks of the rocks.”

Chris' expression quickly cooled down.

Although he has not seen it with his own eyes, just listening to Kyle's description, he can imagine the torture that the iron belly suffered.

 As a student of Newt and the Director of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Chris is equally disgusted by the behavior of goblins.

 On this point, he and Kyle had surprisingly consistent views.

 Six thousand Galleons... is less.

 “How is that dragon doing now…”

"I don't know." Kyle said, "But it should be sent to Romania by the dragon breeder soon. After that, I will donate 600 Galleons to the Fire Dragon Sanctuary. I hope it can recover."

"Only six hundred galleons?" Chris raised his eyebrows, "You made six thousand."

"Is six hundred galleons too little?" Kyle turned his head in disbelief, "This is equivalent to three months' salary of your department director, right? It's more than enough to treat a fire dragon's injuries."

Chris was stunned speechless.

It seems that this is indeed the case.

And after being reminded by Kyle, he suddenly remembered something important.

 The Galleons in the box, plus the goblin's compensation...Kyle has twelve thousand Galleons at once.

 Ten thousand, two thousand?

There is something wrong with this number.

His monthly salary is only over two hundred galleons, and it was only after he became the boss that it rose to this much.

 It turned out that his son’s savings were actually fifty months’ salary?

Chris' head was a little dizzy and he felt like he was dreaming.

 “Where did you get so much money?” he couldn’t help but ask.

"It's a long story, and I can't explain it clearly in one or two sentences." Kyle said, "In short, it was obtained through legitimate means, and Professor Dumbledore can testify."

 “Hmm…okay.”

Hearing that Kyle moved out of Dumbledore, Chris stopped asking and tried to accept the fact that Kyle was richer than him.

 No, I still can’t accept it!

Chris sighed, mainly because the contrast was too obvious.

 I think back when he just graduated, not only was he extremely poor, but he couldn't find a few gold coins in his body, so he had to be careful when buying a gift for Diana.

Kyle is lucky, he just graduated and already has more savings than him.

 It is really more than him... Although Chris has not calculated his savings carefully, it is only a little over ten thousand galleons at most.

 Diana may have more. As we all know, the Silent Man's treatment is the best in the Ministry of Magic, and his salary is more than twice his.

 But the problem is, Kyle has just graduated, which inevitably makes Chris feel a little frustrated.

Kyle didn't know what Chris was thinking. Seeing that he remained silent and followed him further and further away, he couldn't help but ask: "Dad, it's not time to get off work yet, is it appropriate for you to leave like this?" ?”

"Ah?" Chris came back to his senses, "Oh, it's okay, the work in the Heshidry Islands is not easy, I am on vacation today."

 “Then where are you going?”

“I don’t know, let’s go home first, have a drink with Arthur after he gets off work, and then catch up on his sleep.”

 “So you’re okay now?” Kyle asked.

 “It shouldn’t be, what’s wrong?”

"It's nothing." Kyle said, "If you're okay, do you want to follow me to Diagon Alley? I opened a shop there. Aren't you the director? You know a lot of people. If you have the opportunity, help me introduce a few." customer."

 “Oh, okay…”

"Wait a minute..." Chris stopped abruptly, with a strange expression on his face, "You also opened a store in Diagon Alley?"

"Yeah, it's been a while." Kyle said calmly: "You and your mother have been very busy recently and couldn't find a chance to tell you."

Chris calmed down for a while.

Co-author He had missed it just now. In addition to his savings of more than 10,000 galleons, Kyle actually had a shop!      Did he really get his money from a good source?

Chris was a little skeptical.

With the intention of finding out more, he followed Kyle to Diagon Alley.

 …

Chris has thought about many possibilities. In his opinion, the most Kyle can do is open a magic items shop like the Weasley brothers.

  After all, this is what he is best at, including when he was still in school, he made a lot of money by selling small gadgets such as maps, and he didn't even need to give pocket money.

 But when Chris stepped into the store, he realized how wrong he was.

Especially after noticing the prices listed under those things, he was silent for a while.

 A "grape" is ten galleons, are you sure the price is not wrong?

There is also a quill, which actually costs thirty galleons... Oh, thunderbird feathers, that's fine.

As an expert on magical animals, Chris immediately recognized that the light brown feather came from the thunderbird, and it was also the longest feather on the tip of the first pair of wings.

There is no problem with the price... But, is this thing classified as contraband, so clearly displayed in front of him, the Director of the Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures?

 Is this appropriate?

There is also Mobik Squid Ink, which is even more punishable. These two together do not require a fine, so just go to Azkaban to report.

 “Mistakes, mistakes…”

Following Chris' gaze, Kyle quickly stepped forward and took down the price tag below.

  “This is not for sale, just for display.”

Chris turned his head suspiciously.

“I guarantee that the origin of these things is absolutely clean and not illegal at all.” Kyle said confidently.

Chris sneered.

 Isn’t it illegal?

Unless it was obtained sixty years ago, it is indeed not illegal, but he was not even born at that time, so how could Kyle obtain it.

“Professor Dumbledore can testify.” Kyle said, “If you don’t believe me, ask him.”

 “I will.” Chris said solemnly.

 Even if Kyle is his son, he cannot openly sell prohibited items.

However, he also believed that Kyle must have enough confidence to dare to put those things out openly, just like some of the things Kyle had done before, although they were immoral, they would not be illegal.

 He is still confident about this.

But then again, where did these things come from? Could it be that Dumbledore gave them to them?

 If that’s the case, it really doesn’t matter.

 Given Dumbledore's age, it is normal to have some special inventory.

With some thought, Chris confiscated all five quills and eight bottles of ink on the shelf.

 Happily called it, evidence.

 But Kyle knew in his heart that he would probably never come back with those things... There was no other reason than simply understanding Chris' character.

 Forget it, just pay the advertising fee.

Kyle sighed and continued to visit the store with Chris.

 Fortunately, except for the quill and ink, he didn't display any other sensitive things. At most, it was just a little bit on the edge. Chris just glanced at it and didn't say anything else.

Five minutes later, he looked at Kyle again and asked, "Tell me the truth, what exactly did you get at Professor Dumbledore?"

 “Huh?” Kyle blinked.

“Don’t play dumb with me.” Chris said, “If you had no clue, why would he give you so many good things?”

Kyle opened his mouth.

 Co-author Chris thinks that everything here was given by Dumbledore?

Hmm...Okay, it saves him an explanation. After all, it would be quite troublesome to explain this matter.

 “Are there many people buying these things?”

"Not many." Kyle shook his head. "Because they are not sure of its origin, many people are afraid to buy it for fear of being settled by the Ministry of Magic."

"Of course." Chris frowned, "How long has your store been open before no one from the Ministry of Magic comes to inspect it?"

"Yes, I have."

 “Then why is this store still open?”

"Because it was Fred and George who came," Kyle said. "They came a week ago. I asked Dobby to give them fifty galleons each, and they left."

　　　…”

 I understand, they are all working together, right?

No wonder Kyle was so keen on sending Fred and George to work at the Ministry of Magic.

Chris’s teeth were grinding together.

But he also understood that the Weasley brothers were not because of the fifty galleons, but also believed that Kyle would not challenge the Wizarding Laws so openly.

 This can be regarded as a tacit understanding between friends.

 But the truth is such that he still feels a little awkward.

 “I’ll tell Arthur about it,” said Chris.

The corners of Kyle's mouth turned up slightly, then quickly recovered, pretending not to hear anything.

“In order to solve some unnecessary trouble, I want to get a certificate that I can legally sell these things.” Kyle said the purpose of this trip, “It’s convenient.”

"Okay." Chris didn't hesitate, "But I have to understand the origin of these things first.

"There is still some time before the Ministry of Magic closes. I will go to Hogwarts. If Professor Dumbledore is willing to vouch for you, I can have the documents ready when I go to work tomorrow."

Chris glanced out of the corner of his eye and suddenly saw a familiar package.

That was the candy he ate when he was in school. It was a classic that had been selling well for nearly a hundred years. However, Honeydukes stopped producing it after it changed owners. I didn’t expect to still see it here.

 Look at the price...three galleons per box, more than twenty times more.

Chris reached out his hand, took down the box of gummies naturally, picked up one and threw it into his mouth.

 It still tastes the same as before, it hasn’t changed at all.

Chris was a little surprised.

 He ​​began to believe Kyle's words. In a sense, it was much more difficult to get this kind of discontinued candy than contraband, not to mention that the taste had not changed at all.

  Normally, candy can't be stored for twenty years, not even with magic... and no wizard would do that.

"But I can only issue documents..." Chris pinched another candy and threw it into his mouth, "...Mobik squid ink is a Class C prohibited trade item and requires the signature of the minister to take effect."

 “This is no problem.”

Kyle is not too worried. He has just obtained 30,000 Galleons of funds for the Ministry of Magic. It is just a document. With Dumbledore's guarantee, Amelia Bones should not embarrass him.

In a short time, Chris had finished one box of gummy candies and skillfully picked up the second box.

 “Speaking of which, how on earth did you get these things?”

 “Bought it in 1899,” Kyle said.

“Pfft!” Chris couldn’t hold back and laughed out loud, “If you don’t want to say it, forget it, I don’t have to ask, is it necessary to tell a joke?”

 “You don’t know?” Kyle looked at him doubtfully.

 “Know what?”

 “Forget it, it’s nothing.” Kyle shook his head.

He thought that Chris was too busy to see anyone some time ago, so Professor McGonagall probably didn't have time to tell him this.

"Aren't you going to see Professor Dumbledore? He should tell you." Kyle said.

Strictly speaking, his decision to rescue Dumbledore was confidential, but Chris was his father after all, and Dumbledore had no reason and could not hide it from him.

 When he goes there, he will naturally know.

"Mysterious...Okay, I'll go now." After Chris finished speaking, he was about to walk out.

 Just as he reached the door, he turned back again and took two more buckets of multi-flavored chocolates and three boxes of gummy candies from the shelf.

 “That’s too much.” Kyle’s face looked a little ugly.

 “Get it for your mother.” Chris said confidently, “She likes this too.”

“Really?” Kyle blinked, “Then you can take them all.”

Without any hesitation, Kyle put all the candies on the shelf into a bag and handed it to Chris. "

“Don’t eat it secretly.” He reminded: “I will ask my mother. If the quantity is wrong, you have to pay the original price.”

"Are you serious?" Chris stared, "I'm doing you a favor."

"So." Kyle also looked at him, "I followed the formal process, why should I give you benefits?"

 …

 (End of this chapter)