Chapter 904: Angry Kyle
Christmas in France is not much different from that in Britain, both are lively and cheerful scenes.
If I have to say something is different, it’s probably that Britain is not very lively this year.
Because of the relationship between the Death Eaters and Voldemort, even on Christmas, most people would choose to stay at home rather than go out to the streets where there are dangers and they might encounter dark wizards at any time.
This can be seen from the number of students who stay at Hogwarts.
Almost all students chose to stay in school for Christmas, and only a very few Slytherins chose to go home for Christmas. Two boxes were full.
But there are no concerns on the French side.
Since the morning, the number of people in the shopping street has been increasing. There are adult wizards and students returning from the holidays in Beauxbatons.
These people gathered in groups of three or five, making the whole street very lively.
Kyle, who had nothing to do, went out for a walk and bought some souvenirs with French characteristics.
There is also a particularly large Christmas tree in the middle of the street. It was bare yesterday, but today it is full of gifts wrapped in golden boxes.
According to Furong, those gifts are free and anyone can take them. It is said that there are hidden items inside, which are some very valuable things.
Now that he's here, Kyle naturally has to participate.
He shamelessly took eight gift boxes and stopped reluctantly when he could not take any more.
As for Furong's contemptuous look, who cares.
Take more, just in case you can get a hidden version, it won’t be a wasted trip.
Kyle didn't even wait to go back, he opened it right there on the curb.
A pair of broom pruning shears... the simplest kind, but useful nonetheless.
Dried bat wings... can be used to make potion. I'll send them to Kanna later.
Beetle eyes, also for Kanna.
Kyle continued to unpack the box...
Rat tails, dried leeches, three ribbons for tying gifts...
Well, eight gift boxes are worth about ten Knuts in total, and the scissors are worth five...
"Christmas is so boring this year."
Kyle continued walking forward with a blank expression.
No wonder they just took them at random... These things are not even as good as the streamers and firecrackers at Hogwarts. I'm too lazy to pick them up if they're thrown on the roadside.
Kyle had reason to suspect that this was simply an activity used by French stores to clear out their accumulated inventory.
Furong seemed to have guessed this already.
She and Bill both took only one gift, and she got a roll of magic tape, which cost about the same as a pair of scissors.
Bill drove the most expensive item among the three.
A whole pineapple is worth up to twenty Nath.
Kyle curled his lips and looked at the top of the Christmas tree thoughtfully.
"Do you think the hidden version is out there?"
"You're overthinking it." Furong said, "Those things are fake and only serve to create a decorative effect. The real gifts are all within easy reach and can be replenished at any time."
As she spoke, she took down another box.
A gift box squeezed out of the originally empty space like a fruit.
"Why don't you take a few more?" Furong urged, "There is no limit to the gifts, you can take as many as you want, just in case you get something valuable."
"No, let's leave it to the right person." Kyle refused decisively.
The beetle eyes in Diagon Alley were five knuts a scoop, about twenty-five in total. He had just opened one, which was one-fifth of a knut, and the ribbons that were tied together were about the same.
Even if you take all this stuff apart for a whole day, you might not be able to collect ten Galleons.
He was too lazy to waste that time.
And if it really wanted to make money, this tree would have been surrounded by French wizards long ago. How could it be his turn?
Furong just wanted to see the joke.
They walked around the street for a while, and Bill and Fleur decided to go somewhere else. Kyle didn't want to be a spotlight, so he returned to the potion shop alone.
Probably because the potion used on the fire dragon was rather complicated, it was not until the evening that Kanna came out of the basement holding a bottle of red potion.
"Done!" She handed the potion to Kyle and asked, "Where's Fleur?"
"She must have eloped with Bill."
"How is that possible?" Kanna said, but she also guessed that they must have gone somewhere else.
The last time Kyle came, Fleur took them on a tour of France, not to mention Bill Weasley.
"Let's not talk about them. May I have the honor of inviting you to dinner?" Kyle casually put the potion into his pocket and stretched out his hand.
"You've been busy for so long, you must be hungry."
After being reminded by Kyle, Kanna actually felt a little hungry. She looked at the sky outside the window and was a little surprised.
It was still morning when she went to the basement, but now it was already evening, but she didn't feel anything. She thought only a few hours had passed.
"Okay, I accept your invitation." Kanna said with a smile and put her hand in Kyle's.
The two walked out of the store hand in hand.
Even though it was already evening, there were still more people in the shopping street. However, they were all concentrated near the Christmas tree, so it was very quiet here.
The huge Christmas tree was lit up and was even more beautiful than during the day. It could be seen from a long distance.
"How about going for French food?" Kyle said, "I remember Nico recommended a French restaurant next to his old house. I had other things to do at the time and didn't have time to go. It's a good opportunity for us to go and try it now."
"All up to you." Kanna said with a smile.
She didn't have any requirements for food, as long as she was full, but since Nicolas Flamel recommended it, she thought it must be good.
Kyle was also very happy. Furong, the light bulb, should go back to her villa tonight. Then he could stay in the potion shop...
It's nothing special, just looking for a place to stay overnight.
Kyle's mouth curled up slightly. This year's Christmas is really great.
"What are you laughing at?" Connor looked at Kyle, and her intuition told her that she seemed to be in danger.
"Nothing, just thought of something happy." Kyle said.
"is it?"
"Of course." Kyle said confidently.
"Oh, right." Kanna seemed to have suddenly thought of something and asked, "Do you have a box for the Traceless Extension Charm? We need to send a large batch of potions to Beauxbatons, and having a suitable box can save us a few trips."
“Then you’ve asked the right person,” Kyle said.
"It needs to be bigger," Kanna added.
"Don't worry, it's no problem." He took out his suitcase and took out another box from it.
He did a lot of them when he was practicing the Traceless Stretching Spell. This one had the largest space. He used it to store his luggage when he was in school, and it was vacated after graduation.
"Didn't Beauxbatons provide you with a container when you placed the order?" Kyle handed the box to Kanna.
"No," said Connor.
"How stingy." Kyle muttered, "Alchemy class shouldn't be short of this stuff."
"I don't know, maybe he forgot." Kanna said casually.
Kyle didn't care either.
"Then let's go...Ouch!"
Before Kyle could finish his words, a large fiery red bird suddenly landed on his shoulder and pecked his ear with its hard beak.
"Fox?" Feeling the warmth on his shoulder, Kyle looked at the Phoenix in front of him with some surprise.
"How did you come?"
Fawkes opened his mouth and a piece of parchment fell out.
Kyle subconsciously took it and took a look.
Just one glance and his face turned dark.
The content was simple: Dumbledore wanted to see him for something.
Today is Christmas!
Who would work overtime on Christmas? Aren't you afraid of being hung on a street lamp?
"Impossible!" Kyle couldn't help but said to Fox, "Go back and tell Dumbledore that I must spend Christmas in France this year. No one can stop me, not even Merlin!"
Fox tilted his head.
It was also forcibly woken up from its perch by Dumbledore to work overtime, and was in a daze and didn't even finish listening to Kyle's words.
When it heard 'go back', flames started coming out of its wings.
The Kyles were numb.
"I asked you to go back, not to take me back!"
He frantically tried to push Fox, who was anxious to go back to sleep, off his shoulders.
The Apparition was interrupted, and the flames on the Phoenix began to die out.
"Puchi!" Kanna couldn't help but laugh out loud.
At this point, she would be a fool if she still didn't understand what Kyle was planning.
Is the youngest member of the Extraordinary Apothecary Society a fool?
Of course not, and she had no objection.
But... She glanced at the note that Kyle had thrown away, sighed softly, then leaned forward and stood on tiptoe...
Kyle felt his lips soften and his hands stopped moving subconsciously.
It was this pause that reignited the flame that was about to go out.
Like a firework, Kyle and Fox disappeared into the street at the same time, leaving only a wisp of flame slowly falling and igniting the parchment on the ground.
Kanna stood there with a smile on her face.
Dealing with Kyle? That's easy.
She looked around and made sure that the noise had not attracted anyone else's attention before turning back to the potion shop.
……
At the same time, Kyle, who was forcibly dragged back to Hogwarts, felt the remaining soft touch at the corner of his mouth and took a deep breath.
"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation." He looked at Dumbledore in front of him with an unfriendly look.
"If it's just a trivial matter, don't blame me for being ruthless when I take action!"
Dumbledore blinked, not understanding why Kyle was so angry.
He looked towards the phoenix, but Fox had already flown back to his perch to sleep.
"Oh, Kell, I don't know what's going on," said Dumbledore, "but if beating up a centenarian is all it takes to make you feel better, I don't mind."
"Ha." Kyle sneered.
To beat Dumbledore... he would have to have the strength to do so.
"Of course I won't bully a centenarian," Kyle said, "but I will place a hundred pots of mandrakes in Nurmengard and let them work in three shifts, singing a symphony for a month.
"Oh, and I'll fill the entire Nurmengard Tower with dragon dung!"
Dumbledore's expression changed immediately, and the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally.
Grindelwald might not be afraid of the noise made by the mandrake, but if he were to be fed dragon dung... he would definitely go crazy.
"Well, the return Hogwarts Express was attacked by Death Eaters." Dumbledore spoke at a speed he had never spoken before.
"Impossible." Kyle's first reaction was to shake his head.
"To put it bluntly, those who took that train were all second-generation Death Eaters. How could they attack their own children?"
