In the evening, in an empty classroom at Hogwarts.

The dim oil lamp flickered, casting the shadows of the three people present obliquely on the wall.

"I'm glad you came to us, Kyle, but this is something we can't do."

Fred lowered his head and hid himself where the light couldn't reach.

"We've known each other for so many years, but this is the first time you've come to us for help since you came to Hogwarts. I can't even remember the last time we had a meal together."

"Last Wednesday." Kyle, who was sitting opposite him, paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and said, "You wanted to sell my homework to the Gryffindor freshmen."

"My friend, you refused very straightforwardly at that time."

George said calmly, "You don't even know how sad we were when we left."

"I just don't need Professor McGonagall's detention." Kyle said, "Bulk selling homework? You guys can't even think of that. Do you think Professor McGonagall is Ron? Can't even find out about this?"

"Ahem...Okay, even if what you said makes sense." Fred raised his head and looked directly at Kyle and said, "Then why aren't you worried about whether we will be discovered by Professor McGonagall today?

It's not that hard, you could do it yourself, or find someone in Hufflepuff, right?"

"We are being watched closely by Snape."

"I see. Think of us when you do the dirty work..."

George sighed: "You found your home in Hufflepuff, you like it there, and the professors and students like you too.

Frankly speaking, you probably don’t need our friendship, and you’ve never even been willing to call us “sir”!

"Don't talk nonsense. Are you going to do it or not?" Kyle's mouth twitched and he said impatiently, "Two Weasleys...Mr., I'll count to three. If you don't answer, I'll go find someone else."

"one!"

…

"Look, George, he's still threatening us."

"Yeah, Fred, we're not buying that."

"two!"

…

"I think you could count faster."

Kyle didn't say anything. He just reached into his pocket, took out a glittering gold card and waved it in front of Fred and George.

"……three"

“We did it!”

Fred and George appeared behind Kyle, one on the left and one on the right, and immediately put on smiling faces.

"Kyle, that card you just took, is it Agriba?"

"Uh-huh..." Kyle nodded.

Fred said courteously, "Can I take one more look? Just one."

Kyle took out the rare card again and waved it in front of the two people.

Fred and George's eyes suddenly widened, and their gazes followed Kyle's arm swaying left and right.

After looking at the card for about ten seconds, Kyle put it away and said to the two people who were still unsatisfied: "Have you seen this card of Agriba? After the matter is done..."

Before Kyle could finish, George said with a look of surprise: "You're just going to give it to us?"

"You wish." Kyle said, "After the matter is completed, I can lend it to you for ten minutes."

"Ten days!" Fred frowned.

"Nine minutes..."

"No, it will take at least a week." This time it was George's turn.

“Five points…”

"One day, this is our bottom line!" the two said in unison.

"make a deal."

The deal is done, and the next step is to discuss the specific plan.

"In fact, we had no intention of saying no."

Fred patted Kyle's shoulder with a smile and said, "In fact, as long as we can make Slytherin unlucky, we are always happy to serve."

"But you need to provide the props." George said, "That thing needs to be customized. The price is very expensive. We can't afford it."

"Of course, I'm ready."

Kyle took out a stack of gold Galleons and placed them on the table. "Here are twenty Galleons in total. That should be enough to buy those two items."

"It is quite enough."

Fred picked up the Galleons on the table and rubbed them carefully in his hands... He had never seen so much money before.

Although he also knew that Kyle made a lot of money buying maps some time ago, that was just a guess. It was completely different from the feeling of seeing so many Galleons piled up together with his own eyes.

Is this how you make money from selling maps?

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"Kyle, we..."

George looked at the pile of gold Galleons in front of him and seemed to have something to say.

Kyle gave him a quizzical look.

"Forget it, let's talk about it later." George thought for a moment and shook his head, then said, "If it's twenty Galleons, Zuko will definitely be able to deliver what you want on time."

Kyle didn't care. After discussing some specific details with the two of them, he prepared to leave.

"I can't wait." Fred said excitedly, "It's bad luck for Slytherin to mess with you."

Kyle glanced at him and reminded him, "Don't talk nonsense. What does it have to do with me? I don't know anything."

"Ha, cunning Chopper."

"Oh, silly Weasley."

…

After saying goodbye to Fred and George, Kyle did not return to the Hufflepuff common room immediately. Instead, he wandered aimlessly in the corridor on the third floor of the castle for a while.

He needed to find a special ghost, and the fat monk told him that the other party preferred to stay near the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

However, Kyle wandered around here for more than ten minutes and found nothing.

Just as he was about to go back and come back tomorrow morning, a balloon filled with liquid suddenly flew towards the back of his head.

Kyle tilted his head slightly and narrowly avoided the attack.

The balloon hit the ground, emitting an unpleasant smell.

"Hehe, you nasty first-grade brat, wandering around at night without sleeping, tsk tsk tsk, you are naughty, you will be caught."

Suddenly a dwarf appeared in the air, with a pair of evil black eyes and a big mouth. He was floating in the air cross-legged, holding two other balloons in his hands.

"Should I tell Filch? The big fool and the little brat, it's so funny."

Kyle stood there, looking at him with interest and asked, "Are you Peeves?"

For a moment, Peeves's little black eyes showed a hint of confusion, but it quickly turned into anger.

The little brat didn't even run away when he saw him. It was obvious that he looked down on him. How could he tolerate this?

He threw the remaining two balloons at Kyle. "Yes, I am the great Peeves. I will tell Filch about your night wanderings and he will lock you up."

He said seriously, "I'm going to tell him that this is for your own good, okay?"

Kyle took out his wand, threw the two balloons aside, and said calmly, "I agree with your point of view, but it is still five minutes before curfew, which does not count as a night tour, and I came to see you this time on purpose."

"Come to see me specially?"

Peeves was a little surprised. It was rare to see little wizards in Hogwarts who would take the initiative to look for him.

"Yes." Kyle looked around and said in a low voice: "I have an idea. I wonder if you are interested in participating..."

(End of this chapter)