Chapter 870 Don't Say Anything, I Understand
France.
The Pyrenees Mountains were shrouded in thick clouds in the evening. Due to the fog magic set up by Nicolas Flamel himself at the gate, not many people were watching.
However, today, Beauxbatons welcomed a guest from afar.
Kyle carefully walked through the mist and appeared near the magic fountain.
He raised his head and looked at the mountaintop manors in front of him, identifying them carefully.
"They all look exactly the same. Which one is Professor Victor's office?"
Beauxbatons is different from Hogwarts. There are more rooms here, and because of the prevalence of alchemy, the structure of the classrooms inside has undergone varying degrees of changes.
For example, in the dungeon classroom at Hogwarts, it is really dark outside the window and can only be illuminated by lights. But it is different in Beauxbatons. The windows of the dungeon classrooms here may have a branch on the second floor, so that they can switch between dim and bright at will.
And it's not a magic window like the one in the Ministry of Magic, but a real window on the second floor. The process is also very simple. You just need to use alchemy to slightly modify the wall and open a magic channel between the two windows to transport sunlight.
Of course, it only looks easy, since Kyle can't do it anyway... But for Nicolas Flamel or Victor, it shouldn't be difficult.
So what he sees now may not be the actual location of the classroom.
"I should have noted the location last time I came here." Kyle looked around again and shook his head. "Forget it. Fortunately, I made a backup plan in advance."
Kyle waited for a while, and an owl flew in from outside, flapping its wings. The fog magic around it seemed to have no effect on it at all.
The owl landed on the magic fountain next to it and looked over with its big eyes in confusion.
This was someone Kyle came across on the way and hired for two bags of Owl Nuts.
Although it was against the procedure, Kyle gave too much: two large bags of imported nuts, enough for a month, and the price was just to deliver two letters. No owl could refuse, and it was no exception.
Well... the nuts were brought by Kyle from England, so they should be considered imported goods for French owls.
"This is the second letter." Kyle took the empty envelope with the words 'Beauxbatons, next to the magic fountain' written on it from the owl's claws, and took out another bulging envelope and tied it to its leg, "Give it to Professor Victor of Alchemy."
The reason why two letters were used was because Kyle was worried that something unexpected might happen in the middle... Although the possibility was small, it was still better to be cautious.
It's just a matter of adding an extra bag of nuts, no big deal.
But there is no need for that now. The owl wouldn't lose the letter in Beauxbatons.
Kyle took out a cloth bag and placed it next to the fountain.
The owl immediately flew up and headed straight for a window not far away...that should be where Professor Victor was.
As expected, things like delivering letters should be left to professionals.
Kyle nodded with satisfaction, took out the second generation nuts and put them into the cloth bag, which was considered as the final payment.
As soon as he looked up, he saw a jaw-dropping scene.
The phoenix Fawkes also flew out at some point and followed the owl. When the owl reached Professor Victor's window, it snatched the envelope from its claws like a bully, and blew its wings to send the owl flying into the tree next to it.
Can an owl defeat a phoenix? Of course not.
But it didn't dare to snatch the letter back, so it could only return to Kyle angrily and stare at him with a look that was a mixture of three parts confusion, seven parts shock, and the remaining ninety parts were all swear words.
Don't think it doesn't know that the red-feathered bird is in cahoots with the wizard. It has seen it before.
...Are wizards playing so wild nowadays, trying to cheat and deliberately trap a weak and pitiful owl?
If you don't want to give it, just tell me. It doesn't necessarily require those two bags of nuts.
Kyle laughed awkwardly.
To be honest, he didn't expect Fox to do this... Could it be because of what he said in the principal's office?
In this situation, it can be said that Fox has delivered the letter... I guess.
But Phoenix... why is it necessary to compete with an owl?
They are professional mail deliverymen.
Kyle looked at the returning red figure, silently took out the third bag of nuts and stuffed it into the cloth bag.
Now that things have come to this, what can we do? We have to pay compensation. We can't let others get slapped in vain.
The owl stopped staring at Kyle and grabbed the bag and walked away grunting.
It was obvious that the heavy nut was very strenuous for the owl, but it did not stop at all. Instead, it turned around and flew away, as if it was avoiding something terrible.
Kyle looked at the Phoenix flying back and could only helplessly give it a thumbs up.
Okay, well done.
Fox was so calm, he held his head high, looking as if nothing had happened.
Okay, so be it.
Kyle sighed. Anyway, the goods have been delivered. As for the process, it is not that important. At least now it seems that all three parties are quite satisfied.
"Who's there!" A loud shout came from not far away, and several people wearing the same robes ran over here. They must have heard the noise just now and came to check the situation.
All the wizards who came were young and strong, and they drew their wands from a distance.
Beauxbatons also has very good school security, unlike Hogwarts, where a single Squib, Filch, is responsible for guarding the entire school.
Not only that, he also has to do part-time cleaning and daily contraband checks. He has to do several jobs but can only get one salary... When you think about it this way, the past headmasters of Hogwarts were really shameless.
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"Okay, it's time for us to go back." Kyle said to Fox, looking at the sky which was getting darker.
A flash of fire passed by, and before the other party could run over, the man and the phoenix disappeared on the spot.
I have to say, it is convenient to have a phoenix around. You can travel back and forth between two different countries in a few seconds, and you don't have to worry about being tracked down by the Ministry of Magic. But the process is not very comfortable.
"It's okay, Fox, you can go back." Kyle rubbed his forehead and it took him a while to recover.
Fox tilted his head to look at Kyle and let out a crisp cry.
"Ah, don't worry about me, I..."
Before he could finish his words, Kyle suddenly frowned and took out a special Galleon from his pocket. There was a conspicuous scratch on the pattern on it.
The message galleon, the other one is in Dobby's hand, and now there are changes on it, which can only mean that Dobby is looking for him.
Without hesitation, Kyle Apparated to the Leaky Cauldron and quickly walked to his shop.
"I didn't expect there was such a shop here. It finally makes Diagon Alley a little more upscale."
Before he even entered the door, Kyle heard a familiar voice...who else but Malfoy had that annoying tone?
No wonder Dobby had to notify me. He came so soon?
Kyle stopped at the door, waved his wand gently, and then walked in.
It was Malfoy inside, and Narcissa was there too.
Dobby stood awkwardly to the side, his whole body seemed to be frozen. Obviously, even though Kyle had told him in advance, he still subconsciously felt scared after seeing his former master.
Because strictly speaking, he betrayed the Malfoy family, and in the eyes of house-elves, betrayal is a heinous crime.
If Dobby hadn't insisted, Kyle would never have let him stay here and would have replaced him with Kreacher long ago. But now it seems that Dobby overestimated his instinctive reaction.
But the funny thing is that at such a close distance, neither Malfoy nor Narcissa seemed to recognize that the house-elf acting as a clerk in front of them was Dobby who used to serve them.
But think about it, Dobby was all dirty back then, and he was only wearing a tea towel that was dirtier than the rag in the Hog's Head Bar. He was completely different from the clean-looking, rosy-faced, well-dressed house-elf he is now. It's normal that they couldn't recognize him.
After Kyle came in, he exposed his wand intentionally or unintentionally. Dobby looked over subconsciously and then shouted in surprise: "Sir, you are back!"
"Yes." Kyle nodded. "The distinguished guests are here. I will receive them. You can leave first."
Duo Ru was pardoned and ran out quickly.
"What an unruly creature." Narcissa frowned slightly, "If it were our house-elf, I would definitely throw it a piece of clothing."
Although she had seen her crying, Narcissa still put on the usual arrogance of the Malfoy family and looked down on others in front of outsiders.
"You are the owner of this shop." She looked Kyle up and down and frowned, "You don't look British."
"I graduated from Beauxbatons." Kyle said with a smile.
He looks like a guard at Beauxbatons now. After all, I just saw him and was deeply impressed.
Besides, it was impossible for Malfoy to go to Beauxbatons and not be recognized.
"Beauxbatons..." Narcissa seemed to not care about the other party's identity at all, and asked again: "Are you really the owner of this shop?"
"Of course." Kyle said.
"Impossible." Narcissa stared at him. "How could you have the deed to Diagon Alley if you are not British?"
"Madam..." Kyle smiled and said, "Although I am not British, Galleons are not divided by country."
"Huh, so you bought it?" Narcissa snorted coldly, "Who sold it to you?"
"Trade secrets, ma'am," Kyle smiled.
Narcissa was about to say something else, but was interrupted by Malfoy.
"Okay, Mom, what does the Black family's business have to do with us?" He turned his head and looked at Kyle and asked, "Are the things here real?"
"That's right. I have a shop in Diagon Alley. Can I sell you fake goods?" Kyle patted his chest. "I can guarantee in the name of Ms. Maxime that they are authentic."
"Okay, I'll take this one." He pointed to a shiny bead.
"You have good taste..." Kyle smiled even more happily, "Rockshell pearls are precious alchemical materials and the first choice of ornaments to symbolize status. One is only eighty Galleons."
The beads were the size of a coin, and one was exactly Mr. Weasley's monthly salary.
"One? Not a plate?" Malfoy frowned and put the beads down.
He let go...
Kyle was stunned for a moment. Would Malfoy think it was too expensive? And the price he gave was the normal market price, without any markup.
Is this still the stupid and rich Draco Malfoy he knew?
"Since you like it, we'll take it." Narcissa beside him quickly took the beads off and stuffed them to Malfoy. "You have good taste. This kind of thing is indeed rare, and the price is reasonable."
"But mom, we..."
"It doesn't matter. We still have this little money." Narcissa interrupted him and looked at other shelves. "Maybe we can pick a gift for your godfather..."
