Chapter 857 Let’s open a shop
"Thank you for your generosity. If you find an Airem horn of this quality next time, please give priority to our Nimbus Company."
In the Quidditch boutique in Diagon Alley, a foreign wizard in a neat suit walked Kyle out of the store with a big smile on his face.
"Of course. After all, I am very satisfied with this transaction." Kyle said with a smile.
An hour ago, he left Grimmauld Place and came to Diagon Alley to raise some funds for his activities.
The most valuable and easiest to sell is the Aerem horn. Not only is this thing rare, but it is also not a prohibited item for trade. It is also a necessity for making flying brooms, so there is no problem of not being able to sell it.
So Kyle walked straight into the Quidditch boutique and took out a few Airem horns, saying he wanted to sell them.
Not long after that, the wizard who claimed to be the head of the Light Cycle Company came running over in a hurry.
He is not British. Because of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, the person in charge of Diagon Alley resigned after the first attack on Diagon Alley. He was assigned to come from Paris after receiving the news about the two-way mirror.
After all, the Flying Broom Company has orders from more than just Diagon Alley in the UK.
At first, he was quite dissatisfied with this decision.
Because Britain is now a huge whirlpool, if you are not careful, you may be crushed to pieces if you are sucked into it, so he naturally does not want to come.
But after seeing the horns of Airem that Kyle took out, this thought disappeared instantly.
The quality was so good. To be honest, he hadn't seen such high-quality Airem horn for a long time. Especially in recent decades, the development of brooms had been getting faster and faster, and more and more materials were needed, so the price naturally went up.
However, the quality is hard to describe, but there is nothing we can do about it. After all, there are only so many Aerym cows, and the good ones have been used up, so we can only make do with ones of average quality.
But the Airem horn that Kyle took out was not only large in size, but also the most authentic reddish-brown in color. He had only seen horns of this quality once... on a display stand at the headquarters of the Light Wheel Company, seventy years ago.
He had a hunch that if he could get this batch of materials back, he would definitely get a huge bonus. If he could control the channels, he could even replace that cowardly and useless boss.
Of course, he wouldn't dare to use force, as he had already gotten some general information about Kyle from the clerk.
The champion of the Triwizard Tournament, Dumbledore's favorite student, and a man with close ties to the Ministry of Magic.
Besides, this is Britain, their territory. He would be crazy to make enemies with them.
So he wisely chose to show goodwill, without any bargaining, and directly raised the price to the highest level on the market, and also offered a series of discounts within his authority.
Kyle was equally satisfied.
He originally thought that this transaction would take some time, but he didn't expect the other party to be so quick. After confirming the authenticity of the items, he completed the large order of one thousand Galleons in less than half an hour, for a total of five Airem horns.
It's not that these are all Kyle has, he has more, but taking out too much at once is likely to shrink the price.
Anyway, he has the goods in hand, so take your time and there is no rush.
After getting rid of the over-enthusiastic wizard, Kyle walked on the slightly quiet streets of Diagon Alley. After getting an extra thousand Galleons, he suddenly wasn't so anxious to sell all his things.
Kyle also thought that with so many things in his box, it would take a long time to sell them all. Moreover, if he sold them frequently, there would inevitably be people trying to lower the price, and it would take a lot of time to haggle over them.
It would be better to open a store and put all these things on display...
Kyle stopped abruptly.
He remembered that Sirius seemed to have given him a shop at Christmas a few years ago. At that time, he thought the gift was too expensive and did not intend to accept it. However, due to some things, he had to leave Diagon Alley before he had a chance to refuse.
Because of what... Kyle thought about it carefully for a while, but because it was a few years ago, he couldn't remember.
But it's not important.
The important thing was that the magic contract seemed to still be in his hands, and plus there were a lot of things that happened afterwards, so he forgot about it, and Sirius never mentioned it again.
He also remembered that Sirius seemed to have prepared a shop next door for Harry, intending to run a small business with him after Harry graduated.
"Where is that store?" Kyle looked around to see if there was any store that was closed.
It’s just that due to the attacks, quite a few stores have closed recently, so it’s definitely not going to work to find them this way.
Kyle only vaguely remembered that he and Sirius sat together and ate ice cream...
Yes, ice cream!
Kyle immediately changed direction and soon found Florin Fosco's Ice Cream Shop in the middle of the street. Not far away there were two shops with their doors closed and no signs.
"Yes, this is it." Kyle's eyes lit up.
If he opened this shop, he wouldn't have to spend time running around anymore. Moreover, the location here was also very good. Not only was it on the main road, but Gringotts Wizarding Bank was just a short walk ahead, and Livid Books was diagonally opposite. These were all must-visit places for young wizards when school started.
I can only say that it is worthy of being called Blake. A store with such a good location is given away without any regret.
Kyle leaned over the door and looked inside.
Because it has been vacant for a long time, the windows are dirty and it is gray inside, so you can't see anything clearly. It would probably not be easy to clean it.
If you want to open for business, you may have to repair it again.
Fortunately, he just earned a thousand Galleons, which should be enough.
As for the staff issue, Kyle's first thought was the house-elves in the school kitchen.
The elves are good. We have already helped confirm at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes that they are fully capable of doing this job.
Kyle stroked his chin and began to think about the feasibility of this matter. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was a good idea.
Putting things in the store and selling them with clearly marked prices not only solves the problem of wasting time, but also ensures that prices will not fluctuate and may even increase appropriately.
And his relationship with the Ministry of Magic...
Kyle knew very well that in a while, he would be able to reach a preliminary cooperation with Minister Bones using the magic communication items exclusively used by Aurors, and he would also suffer some losses.
With this relationship in place, and by finding someone to help with the operation, those vaguely defined prohibited trade items, such as Mobik squid ink, may also be able to be displayed.
You can do it.
Kyle's eyes lit up. He just happened to have some time recently, and he had been hiding from Voldemort at number twelve, Grimmauld Place. Therefore, as long as he didn't let the Weasley brothers and Cedric, who had access to this place, find out, there would be no problem even if he showed up in Diagon Alley.
Not to mention opening for business in a short time, but it is still possible to clean up the place and open it directly when he has time. He can even stay here temporarily. The rooms in the Leaky Cauldron are still quite expensive, so he might as well save money as possible.
But first, he had to find the magic contract that had been thrown somewhere.
It should be in the deformed lizard skin bag. For the sake of convenience, all his trivial little things are in it.
The fact was just as he thought, the magic contract was in the corner of the leather bag, together with several packs of owl snacks.
Kyle took it out and was about to get to work when his box suddenly started shaking again.
There is only one possibility for this situation to occur: something is hitting the door of the room in the box, and judging from the frequency of the shaking, the other party is quite anxious.
There was no choice but for Kyle to temporarily put aside his idea of opening a shop, quickly return to the room in the Leaky Cauldron, and walk into the box.
As soon as he opened the door, a giant scaly head appeared infinitely magnified in his eyes. Fortunately, Kyle reacted quickly and jumped to the side in time, thus avoiding Norbert's headbutt.
"What happened to you?" Kyle asked with lingering fear.
Norbert looked a little panicked. He barked twice quickly and swept his tail gently, rolling two round eggs over.
Dragon egg?
Kyle seemed to have guessed something. After a closer look, he discovered that several cracks had appeared on it at some point.
Norbert whimpered nervously.
"It's okay, it's okay, you didn't crush them." Kyle comforted Norbert: "If I'm not mistaken, the little guy should be about to break the shell."
Kyle was so excited that he forgot about opening a store and making money.
This is a fire dragon... Is it possible for dragon eggs to hatch so quickly? And at the same time?
Kyle felt a little unsure, so he thought about it and left the box and headed to Dorset with it.
Relying on his memory, Kyle quickly found Newt's cabin in the endless forest and knocked on the door.
With a creak, the door opened and a slightly nervous head popped out.
"Dobby, who's here, Tina?" Newt's voice came, "Strange, didn't she go to Ilvermorny to visit Rolf?"
Rolf Scamander is Newt's grandson. He lives in Ilvermorny, the United States. After graduation, he became a professor and engaged in research in natural history.
"No, Mr. Scamander, it's Mr. Kyle who's here." The house-elf Dobby called out in a sharp voice, and it was obvious that he was very excited.
"Kyle?"
At this time, Newt also came over, looking a little surprised, "That's unexpected, I thought you were busy with the Order of the Phoenix."
"It's a long story." Kyle walked in naturally.
"What happened?" Newt asked worriedly, "Is it because of Godric's Hollow? I heard that seventy Death Eaters died yesterday. Could it be related to you?"
"I did participate." Kyle nodded, then shook his head, "but my visit this time has nothing to do with that."
"That's good." Newt breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the cup and said, "Sit down and talk. Do you want to eat something? There are grapefruit cookies left by Tina on the plate."
"Forget about the cookies." Kyle said, "I came here because I have two dragon eggs to hatch, but I have no experience..."
Did Newt spit out all the water he just drank?
"What did you say? Dragon eggs?"
"Yes."
"Where did you get the dragon eggs?" Newt's expression became serious.
"Yes," Kyle said. "Of course, not now, but in 1899."
Newt blinked, not sure for a moment if Kyle was under the Imperius Curse. That was a hundred years ago, how could he buy it.
"It's a long story. Come and take a look first. I'll explain it later." Kyle opened the box and jumped in.
Newt thought about it and followed him in.
As soon as he entered the box, he saw two round eggs placed on the velvet cushion.
Yes, it is indeed a dragon egg, a Ukrainian iron belly, a...
"Oh, the Romanian Longhorn?"
“Yeah,” Kyle said with a smile, “I was surprised when I saw it, too.”
