Chapter 894 Collaboration
"You sent those newspapers to Gringotts on purpose, didn't you?"
After leaving the Ministry of Magic, Chris asked with interest: "If I'm not mistaken, then the content above is not the original content, but a temporary piece of it."
"Ah, you figured it out?" Kyle smiled, "It was all Rita Skeeter's doing. She said she had wanted to publish a newspaper on her own for a long time, and this was just the opportunity.
"But it seems that her professional level is not very good."
"Yes, the content is too monotonous. Not only me, but Scrimgeour also noticed it."
Chris said, "If the goblin can be patient and wait for the owl to deliver the real Daily Prophet, he will probably find out that he has been fooled."
"They can't keep their cool." Kyle shrugged.
Goblins look down on wizards, and naturally they also look down on wizards' newspapers. Even if they read them every day, it is only to obtain the necessary information.
Expect them to know the Daily Prophet as well as Chris and Scrimgeour?
This is impossible.
So after seeing the familiar newspapers, layouts, and fonts, the goblins had no doubt that the Daily Prophet was fake.
"That's great." Chris couldn't help but laugh. "But you've caused the goblins such a big loss. Gringotts probably won't welcome you."
"It doesn't matter." Kyle said, "My money is in my own hands anyway, so 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 and suddenly hugged Kyle's hand.
When Chris saw the shadow clearly, he couldn't help but ask, "Sniff?"
"Yeah." Kyle lifted the Niffler up by the scruff of its neck and casually stuffed the ruby made of stone into the inner pocket on its belly, while taking out his own box from inside.
Chris's eye twitched.
He seemed to understand the truth of the matter a little.
"You said you lost Garlon, could it be..."
"Ah, it's not lost, it's all in here." Kyle opened the box, and the golden light almost blinded Chris.
But before he could take a closer look, Sniff next to him rushed out impatiently, grabbed the gold coins and stuffed them into his inner pocket.
Kyle had no intention of stopping it, so he just took it as a reward.
On the way to St. Mungo's, he took the opportunity to release the Niffler with the box.
This magical animal can slip into any crack, and even if the Aurors and goblins dig three feet deep, they won't be able to find it.
After a while, the little guy had stuffed all the Galleons, and then sat on the ground with a happy look on his face, feeling dizzy, as if he had drunk too much.
This... Chris smacked his lips and frowned, "You're so deceiving the goblins, aren't you afraid that they will retaliate against you?"
"Don't be afraid. They won't know anyway." Kyle said as a matter of course: "Besides, I'm targeting the goblins."
"Because of their attitude?" Chris asked.
"Yeah." Kyle nodded.
“Oren’s Transfiguration Charm wasn’t very sophisticated, I could almost see it at first glance, but the goblin didn’t.
"It may be due to their negligence or some other reason, but I don't believe they are innocent."
"You mean, goblins and Death Eaters..."
"Probably not." Kyle shook his head. "The You-Know-Who looks down on goblins. In his eyes, goblins, house elves, and werewolves are no different from livestock, not even slaves.
"Like Fenrir Greyback, a werewolf leader who is considered an important figure, but he doesn't even have a Dark Mark. This proves that You-Know-Who doesn't take them seriously at all. The same should be true for goblins. You-Know-Who doesn't even bother to recruit them."
"And the goblins aren't stupid." Kyle continued, "They know very well that remaining neutral is the best option. No matter who wins, Gringotts will not be affected."
"But their attitudes and ideas are different." Kyle narrowed his eyes, "The goblins probably want the mysterious man to win more."
"Because Death Eaters don't follow the rules?" Chris continued.
"Yes." Kyle said, "The Death Eaters are brutal and domineering. More importantly, they hate Muggles. When the Muggle Protection Act becomes a waste paper, it will be easier for goblins to make money."
"You think a lot." Chris glanced at Kyle, "This is the Ministry of Magic's job."
"It's just a part of it, a reason that can be put on the table." Kyle spread his hands.
"What about the other part?" Chris asked with interest, "What's the reason why it can't be displayed?"
"Looking for trouble with goblins." Kyle did not hide it, "This time it was just me, if it was other wizards, would they be killed by the Death Eaters after they were no longer useful?
"Besides, I went through so much trouble just to withdraw money, and it's over without any benefit? Impossible, these 6,000 Galleons are just a reward.
"My price is very expensive, the goblin won't suffer any loss."
Six thousand Galleons isn't a loss?
Chris raised his eyebrows. To be honest, even if he invited Dumbledore, it wouldn't cost that much money.
Donate two thousand Galleons to Hogwarts... Dumbledore would never refuse to make a trip.
"Besides these, I just can't stand seeing them torturing the fire dragons." Kyle whispered, "You didn't see how miserable that Iron Belly looked. There wasn't a single good scale on his body. He was obviously the largest fire dragon, but he was frightened by the sound of a piece of iron.
"If Hagrid had been there, he'd have ripped those goblins apart and stuffed them between rocks."
Chris's expression quickly turned cold.
Although he had not seen it with his own eyes, he could imagine the torture that Iron Belly had suffered just by listening to Kyle's description.
As Newt's student and the head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Chris is also disgusted by the goblins' behavior.
On this point, he and Kyle's views were surprisingly consistent.
Six thousand Galleons... a little too little.
"How is the dragon now..."
"I don't know." Kyle said, "But it should be sent to Romania by the dragon breeder soon. I will donate 600 Galleons to the Fire Dragon Sanctuary later. I hope it can recover."
"Only 600 Galleons?" Chris raised his eyebrows. "You made 6,000."
"Six hundred Galleons is not enough?" Kyle turned his head in disbelief. "This is equivalent to three months' salary for a director like you. It's more than enough to treat a fire dragon."
Chris was speechless.
That seems to be the case.
And when Kyle reminded him of this, he suddenly remembered something important.
The Galleons in the box, plus the compensation from the goblins... Kyle suddenly had 12,000 Galleons.
Ten thousand, two thousand?
There's something wrong with this number.
His monthly salary was only over 200 Galleons, and it was only after he became a director that his salary increased that much.
It turned out that his son’s savings was fifty months’ salary?
Chris felt a little dizzy and felt like he was dreaming.
"Where do you get so much money?" he couldn't help asking.
"It's a long story, and I can't explain it in just a few words." Kyle said, "Anyway, it was all obtained through legitimate means. Professor Dumbledore can testify to that."
"okay."
After hearing that Kyle moved out of Dumbledore, Chris stopped asking questions 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.
Thinking back to when he had just graduated, he was not exactly broke, but he didn't have many gold coins on him, so he had to budget carefully to buy a gift for Diana.
Kyle, on the other hand, had more savings than him just after graduation.
It was really more than him... Although Chris had not carefully calculated his savings, it was only a little over 10,000 Galleons at most.
Diana might have more. As everyone knows, the treatment of the Unspeakables is the best in the Ministry of Magic, and their salary is more than twice his.
But the problem is that Kyle just graduated, which inevitably makes Chris feel a little frustrated.
Kyle didn't know what Chris was thinking. Seeing that Chris didn't say anything and was walking further and further away from him, Kyle 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 Hexagonal Islands is not easy. I am on vacation today."
"So 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 some sleep."
"So you're okay now?" Kyle asked.
"Probably not, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." Kyle said, "If you have nothing to do, would you like to go to Diagon Alley with me? I opened a shop there. Aren't you the director? You know a lot of people there. If you have the chance, you can introduce me to some customers."
"Oh, okay..."
"Wait..." Chris stopped suddenly, with a strange expression, "You opened a store in Diagon Alley?"
"Yeah, it's been a while." Kyle said calmly, "It's just that you and mom have been very busy recently, so I couldn't find a chance to tell you."
Chris paused for a moment.
It turned out that he was thinking less just now. In addition to the savings of more than 10,000 Galleons, Kyle actually also had a store!
Did he really make his money easily?
Chris was a little skeptical.
With the desire to find out the truth, he followed Kyle to Diagon Alley.
……
Chris thought of many possibilities. In his opinion, the most Kyle could do was to open a magic item store like the Weasley brothers.
After all, this is what he is best at. When he was still in school, he made a lot of money by selling small things like maps, and he didn't even need to be given pocket money.
But when Chris stepped into the store, he realized how wrong he was.
Especially after noticing the price tags below those things, he was silent for a long time.
Ten Galleons for a 'grape', are you sure the price is not wrong?
There's also a quill pen. What the hell costs thirty Galleons... Oh, a thunderbird feather. That's fine.
As an expert on magical animals, Chris recognized at a glance that the light brown feather came from a thunderbird, and it was the longest feather on the tip of the first pair of wings.
The price is not a problem...but this thing is considered contraband, right? Why is it displayed so blatantly in front of him, the Director of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures?
Is this appropriate?
There is also Mobik squid ink, which is even more punishable. You don’t need to pay a fine for these two combined. Just report to Azkaban directly.
"Mistake, mistake..."
Following Chris's gaze, Kyle quickly walked forward and took down the price tag at the bottom.
"This is not for sale, it's for display."
