Chapter 849 Kyle's real purpose

After that, Birdman mentioned some other rules, which were basically about not being allowed to interfere with the dragon protection area. However, compared with the previous ones, these seemed insignificant, and Kyle agreed to all of them.

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

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

Opposite Kyle, Birdman was about to cry, and he wanted to praise Kyle with all the words he could think of.

In these few minutes, he had gradually built Kyle into a kind-hearted person who really liked dragons and was willing to spend a lot of Galleons to protect them.

It must be said that there are still many good people in the magic world!

So under the premise that the two had the same idea, things went very smoothly.

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

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

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

Accompanied by a bright white light, the ordinary parchment turned into a magic contract.

Kyle just took a quick look and put it away. If others saw this thing, he would probably be regarded as a fool.

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

"Oh, there is one more thing." Kyle seemed to have suddenly thought of something.

"No problem, just say it." Birdman held the box full of Galleons, and his mouth was almost grinning to his ears.

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

"That's right. Can I get a legal dragon-raising certificate?" Kyle narrowed his eyes. "Like I said just now, I love dragons too much."

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

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. This is impossible." He said expressionlessly.

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

Because before the establishment of the Dragon Protection Area, all the materials related to dragons on the market came from some pure-blood families. They captured dragons, raised them, and killed them when needed, split them into various materials, and earned a lot of Galleons.

This behavior also led to a decrease in the number of dragons. After all, it is not as convenient to cultivate as to capture.

Although dragons are the top magical animals in the magic world and have 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 ten, then find fifty or a hundred.

Compared with the benefits brought by a dragon, the cost of hiring wizards is not worth mentioning at all.

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

If all materials related to fire dragons are banned, this problem may be solved, but that is unrealistic.

After hundreds of years of development, fire dragons have been closely linked to the magic world. Apart from other things, dragon blood alone spans several fields including alchemy and potions.

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

If their sale is banned, many industries will be shut down, and those bigwigs will not want to see this happen.

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

Although they are still stuck in the most critical first step and have almost no influence, as long as they are still there, the act of privately selling fire dragon materials is illegal and can only be carried out secretly, and cannot be openly displayed.

The same is true for catching fire dragons.

In a sense, the protection area can also be regarded as indirectly protecting fire dragons and slowing down their disappearance.

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

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

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

"If you come with this purpose, then please go back, and I will return these galleons to you intact." He said bluntly, without any reluctance in his tone.

"Don't rush to refuse." Kyle seemed to have guessed that he would say this, and said calmly: "I didn't say I want it now."

"No matter when." Birdman said bluntly.

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

"What?" Birdman was stunned.

"Like I said, I like dragons." Kyle slowly opened the cork, 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 after ninety years, I should be able to become an experienced fire dragon expert. But for me at that age, no matter how frequently I travel between London and Romania, it will be somewhat beyond my capabilities. Like the one behind me.”

Kyle pointed behind him.

Dumbledore was sitting back in his chair, looking weak and hollowed out.

Although he ended up looking like this because he traveled through different times many times, Birdman didn't know. He just thought it was because he was too old and couldn't stand the influence of apparation.

"This..." Birdman hesitated.

"So I thought, when that time comes, I can get closer to the fire dragon." Kyle said with a smile: "This idea is not too much."

Birdman said nothing.

Indeed, if the Fire Dragon Sanctuary is officially established, then if you want to see them again, other than looking for them in the wild, you can only come here.

But after ninety years, the young man in front of me will probably be over a hundred years old, and it is normal to not want to run back and forth again.

"You can settle in Romania." Birdman said, "I can make the decision and leave you a large enough open space here for you to build a spacious manor."

"Compared with preferences, hometown is also something people can't let go of, isn't it?" Kyle said.

Birdman fell silent again.

"Or I can take a step back, how about ninety-eight years." Seeing that Birdman's attitude was a little relaxed, Kyle struck while the iron was hot: "A legal dragon-raising certificate that will only take effect after ninety-eight years, I think It’s not an excessive request.”

"That's true, but..."

"You always have to issue these certificates."

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

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

"Um...um..." Birdman hesitated even more and said hesitantly: "It's different. Fire dragon and mandrake are different."

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

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

The Birdmen were dumbfounded.

Who said this.

What he means is that mandrake is a plant, and its use is limited to potions, or other very small circles, unlike fire dragon materials, which can be found 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 pounded, and he blurted out: "Are you going to cancel this funding?"

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

Birdman breathed a sigh of relief.

"Three hundred galleons then."

Birdman nearly jumped.

"Three hundred galleons?"

He originally thought that Kyle would be cut off by half at most. Even if there was only a thousand galleons left, saving a little would solve the urgent problem. Unexpectedly, it was suddenly reduced to one-tenth.

"There's no way." Kyle sighed, "Think about it, I've been there and couldn't raise a dragon by myself, so I had to come here to build a house. This requires a lot of money, and I also have assistants. We need to find it all over again, plus the various instruments, the house elves who take care of us, the daily food and clothing expenses... After all, two thousand seven hundred galleons doesn't seem to be enough."

"Enough, absolutely enough." Birdman said hurriedly.

Good guy, does this person want to build a castle here, but even a castle with the size of Hogwarts will not cost more than two thousand Galleons.

Of course, the premise is only the appearance. If you add the internal facilities, it will not be enough even if it is multiplied ten times... But if it is just for daily living, it seems that those facilities are not needed.

"Okay, two thousand and seven is just two thousand and seven. I'll be a little more frugal, as long as I can live with it." Kyle gritted his teeth and began to grab the gold coins from the box, and at the same time put the parchment on the table again. He went up and said sheepishly: "But in this case, I have to trouble Mr. Strick to write a new certificate."

Watching Kyle's actions, Birdman's heart bleeds.

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

He couldn't connect the two sentences together.

Moreover, the jingling sound Kyle made when he grabbed the gold coins made him unable to concentrate at all.

It felt like someone was tearing down the Fire Dragon Sanctuary sign 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 three thousand galleons donation certificate on the table, and the quill in his hand seemed to weigh as much as a thousand kilograms. No matter what, I can't write a word.

Damn it, couldn't this man give him three hundred galleons? Why did he have to take away two thousand seven in front of him!

Not too troublesome?

Out of nowhere, he stood up suddenly and put his hand on the box.

"Don't take it!"

"What?" Kyle raised his head and looked at him doubtfully, "Oh, it's okay. I'll move quickly and try to get it before you finish writing the new proof."

Merlin's ripped socks...how could I possibly go on writing this!

Birdman was roaring inwardly, but on the outside he had to force a smile.

"Sir, how about you extend the time a little longer, for example, two hundred years? I can make the decision and issue you a legal dragon-raising certificate that will be extended for two hundred years."

"Two centuries?" Kyle looked him up and down, "Do you want to listen to what you are 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 develop and grow. I only raise a few small dragons, so they won't pose a threat to you.

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

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

Birdman was on the verge of tears.

In the past two years, the person in front of me is the only one who has come to donate. I don’t know how long I will have to wait.

But three hundred Galleons is really not enough.

Just when he was struggling, Kyle stretched out his evil hand and whispered in his mouth: "These can be used to buy a set of chairs."

Another handful...

“These make a table, and I love the Guardian Tree table, to help me focus more while reading.”

Another handful...

"Let's buy these silverware made by fairies... It's a bit expensive, but it's also a necessity to embellish life."

This handful is worth at least twenty Galleons, enough to cover the food expenses of ten dragon keepers for a month...beautiful life?

"I agreed!"

A certain line of defense in Birdman's mind collapsed.

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

The corner of Kyle's mouth curled up slightly, then immediately returned to its original state.

"It's okay, Mr. Strick." He pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Actually, you don't have to be embarrassed. I've thought about it. It would be good to build a residence here. At least I don't need to spend money to support it. There are many kinds of dragons, and if you think about it carefully, I’m quite advantageous.”

"It's not embarrassing, not at all." Birdman said quickly: "I've thought about it, and you're right. Since we must cooperate with other magical beast scholars, why can't we choose one we are more familiar with? Your generosity and kindness fully meet our criteria for selecting partners.”

"But raising a dragon at your own expense is a big expense." Kyle looked at the gold coins in the box, hesitated for a moment and then 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 he wanted to slap himself twice.

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

As he said just now, ninety-eight years is enough time for the Fire Dragon Sanctuary to develop and grow. If this person really did something illegal, the worst he could do would be to take back the legal dragon raising certificate.

The wizard is talking about strength and background...

It just so happened that behind them was the International Federation of Wizards, but as for the other party... he would only be an old wizard over a hundred years old at that time, how could he go against such a behemoth?

They can completely take the initiative.

"Um... sir, you don't understand, it's really uncomfortable for us to live here." Thinking of this, Birdman immediately changed his expression and said with a frown.

"The wind and sand are strong here. When the wind blows, the sky is covered with dirt."

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

"The roar of fire dragons also affects rest. They always howl in the middle of the night, disturbing people's dreams."

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

"Then...then there is no place for entertainment here." Birdman said hesitantly. "At that time, you won't be able to have a drink at the bar."

Kyle's hand holding the gold coin paused, and he hesitated.

There's drama!

Birdman's eyes lit up.

"When we chose a location, we chose a remote place that could perfectly avoid Muggles and wizards. How could anyone open a tavern in such a place, right?

"London is better. Diagon Alley is so lively. You can go for a drink at any time. Moreover, it also guards the Ministry of Magic. It's convenient to do whatever you want."

"That makes sense." Kyle touched his chin.

"That's right." Birdman looked at Kyle with a smile, "To be honest, if it wasn't forced by the situation, I wouldn't want to live in this poor place. You see, the roof is leaking."

"But the cost of raising a dragon..." Kyle still hesitated, "And I just remembered that even if I don't care about this, the fire dragon itself is ridiculously expensive and inappropriate."

"It's covered, we've covered it." Birdman patted his chest, "After the legal dragon-raising certificate comes into effect, our reserve will cover all your dragon-related expenses. In addition, I can also make the final decision. , give you one... um, two dragon eggs."