The next day, Kyle arrived at the Burrow early in the morning and borrowed the fireplace to go to Diagon Alley.

It has to be said that anything related to dragons is not cheap, and the same goes for dragon blood. Just a small bottle cost Kyle twelve Galleons, and he grimaced with heartache.

I thought I had found a useful reading machine, but I had to pay for it... Bad review! After leaving the pharmacy, Kyle went to the thrift store again and happened to meet Percy walking out of the door.

He also held a book in his hand.

Mrs. Weasley asked Percy to go with her because she was worried about Kyle coming to Diagon Alley alone. Coincidentally, he had also been wanting to buy the book he saw that day.

It's the book "How Prefects Gain Power".

Ever since he last read this book in Diagon Alley, Percy seemed to have found the direction of his future.

Whenever he closed his eyes, the "wise words" in the book would keep rolling in his mind.

And every time he scrolled it, he seemed to be able to taste new meaning.

So, in order to prevent himself from remembering wrongly or missing some important content, Percy decided to buy the book...even if it would cost him all his pocket money.

Kyle looked at Percy, who looked painful but couldn't let go of the book, and asked curiously, "How much did you spend?"

"Nine Galleons, that's all my pocket money for the next two years!" Percy said, "It was supposed to be eighteen Galleons, but the owner saw that I didn't have that much money, so he gave me a very favorable discount."

Kyle smacked his lips.

Books in thrift stores are generally half the price of those in Flourish and Blotts.

This means that the original price of this book is thirty-six Galleons...

Kyle had thought that Lockhart's five-gallon books were expensive enough, but he hadn't expected there to be something even more outrageous...

Wow, one book is more expensive than seven! Sure enough, Lockhart is still too young! But Kyle didn't say anything, because he wasn't the one buying it anyway.

…

This time they didn't meet any familiar faces, and the two returned to the Burrow through the fireplace of the Leaky Cauldron.

Mrs. Weasley had just prepared breakfast of corned beef sandwiches and fried potatoes.

Percy did not come down to eat immediately. After taking two sandwiches, he hurried upstairs to study the classics.

Kyle sat down next to Ron... who was struggling with a piece of corned beef, his whole face almost wrinkled.

"You're back, Kyle."

Fred on the other side rubbed his chin and asked, "What did you buy in Diagon Alley?"

“Dragon blood.”

Kyle took out the small bottle, and suddenly there was a faint fishy smell around.

"Oh, this smells disgusting." George pinched his nose, "Put it away quickly!"

Kyle shrugged. There was nothing he could do. Fresh dragon blood was like that. Besides, the bottle provided by the pharmacy was very ordinary. Its sealing could only ensure that it would not leak.

After putting the dragon blood back into the leather bag, the fishy smell around it became much lighter.

"Dragon blood is not cheap." Fred asked, "Are you going to make some potion?"

"No, I have other uses." Kyle shook his head. "By the way, did I show you the parchment?"

"Speaking of this..." Fred suddenly stood up excitedly, "Kyle, you are really a genius!"

"The magic formula you gave me is amazing!"

George pushed a whole plate of corned beef sandwiches in front of Kyle. "Just a small change, all the problems are solved. The magic wand is a great success!"

"Don't tell me you were talking about those magic tricks again..."

At this moment, Mrs. Weasley came over with a plate of sausages and gave Fred and George a sullen look.

"No, Mom!"

George hastily explained, "We are discussing ancient runes."

"That's right."

Mrs. Weasley took a quick look and saw that the parchment was indeed written with magic words, and there were also large sections of the twins' handwriting.

"Sorry, Fred… and George."

Mrs. Weasley filled their plates with sausages.

Fred winked at Kyle.

"It's okay...but Mom, I'm George!"

Kyle smiled and took a bite of his sandwich.

I have to say, the corned beef made by Mrs. Weasley is really dry and hard... almost like air-dried beef.

But it still tastes good.

After breakfast, Fred came and took out his broomstick:

"Kyle, how about we play Quidditch later?"

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"Cedric is back, so we can have a house battle."

Kyle glanced at them and decisively refused. Wow, there were a whole room of Gryffindors. Although Ginny had not been sorted yet, she probably couldn't escape.

It's five against two, and there are three real team players among them. Only a fool would play a college battle with them.

"At worst, I can give Ginny to you." George said generously, "She hasn't been sorted yet, so it doesn't matter where she goes."

"Plus Harry," Kyle said.

"Don't even think about it..."

"Then forget it!"

After decisively rejecting this unfair competition, Kyle left the Burrow.

Originally, he wanted to go back to Riddle for some extra lessons. After all, he had already bought the "Dragon Blood Membership" and it couldn't be wasted.

…

But the idea ultimately failed to materialize.

It had nothing to do with Fred and the others. The main thing was that Kyle had just returned to the room when a large fiery red bird suddenly flew in and landed on his shoulder.

"Fox?"

Kyle looked at the phoenix on his shoulder in surprise.

"Why are you here?"

Fawkes shook his tail feathers and threw a box in front of Kyle... the one he gave to Dumbledore before the holiday.

"You delivered it?"

Kyle immediately forgot about Riddle and excitedly picked up the box, looking it up and down.

"Thank you, Fawkes. Where's Professor Dumbledore?" Kyle said casually while checking the box.

It would have been fine if he didn't ask, but when he did, Fox got angry instantly.

It let out a sharp cry and flapped its wings continuously, as if it was gesturing something.

"You mean, he wanted to go to Austria alone to attend the magic conference... that's why he sent you to deliver something to me?"

Kyle frowned slightly as he listened to Fox's words. If he remembered correctly, Nurmengard... seemed to be near Austria...

Fox nodded and continued flapping his wings angrily, as if he was denouncing some old, fickle, scumbag.

But this made Kyle suffer. It must be said that it was quite painful when the phoenix's wings hit his body.

Kyle quickly took out a handful of herbs and comforted her: "It's okay, don't be angry, eat something first, they are all fresh herbs... I tell you, it's not worth it for you to be angry for that kind of person, he..."

(End of this chapter)