It was still the tea room on the sixth floor, the box where Kyle had stayed a few days ago. Even the location had not changed, but this time the person sitting opposite him had changed from Dumbledore to Dean Sassia.

Kyle didn't know why, but he felt that the famous pharmacist looked a little nervous.

Kyle had seen the same expression on other people. Fred and George had the same expression on their faces when they first sold the map and divided the money.

Very nervous, but more of anticipation.

But he is the headmaster of St. Mungo's and a more famous potion master than Snape, so he will definitely not be short of Galleons...

"How are you doing lately?" Dean Sassia poured two cups of black tea. "Is your study going well?"

I have to say that this beginning is a bit awkward, just like suddenly meeting a relative you haven’t seen for more than ten years on the street. It’s awkward, but you have to chat for a while.

That's how Kyle feels now.

"Yeah, not bad." He took the tea and said, "When I graduate next year, I should be able to get about ten certificates."

"Ten? That's a very good result." Dean Sasia said.

"It's just a possibility." Kyle whispered, "Maybe it's less than this."

"Is that so?"

At this point, the conversation seemed to come to a halt and the atmosphere in the box became somewhat awkward.

Kyle was really not used to this atmosphere and wanted to break the deadlock...but because he didn't know what Sasia's purpose was, he could only find a random topic.

"By the way, Dean Sassia, how is Mr. Sturgis' injury?"

"Not bad, your method is very effective." When talking about black magic, Dean Sassia's tone immediately became much more natural. "I prepared the corresponding antidote in the early morning of the next day. The effect is very good. The effects of those black magic have begun to slowly fade. He will be back to normal in about a month."

"That's great." Kyle said with a smile, "In just one night, you were able to prepare a new and effective antidote based on the characteristics of dark magic. No wonder Professor Dumbledore always says you are the greatest pharmacist."

"It can't be said to be a completely new antidote." Sassia shook her head and said seriously: "Dark magic is actually interconnected, just with different branches. The black magic on Sturgis is a kind of Heart-Eating Curse.

"This kind of dark magic was popular more than a decade ago, and I have seen it too many times. With the Phoenix Tears provided by Dumbledore, it is not that difficult to prepare the antidote. The only thing it takes is time.

"And the basilisk...can just solve this problem."

When talking about the basilisk, Dean Sassia paused for a moment, and then she continued:

"I never thought that I would see a living basilisk one day? And it seems to obey you...

"But I have never understood why. Doesn't a basilisk only obey the orders of the wizard who created it? Judging from the size of the previous basilisk, it must have existed for at least hundreds of years."

"More than a thousand years to be exact," Kyle said, "but I'm sorry, for some special reasons, I can't reveal the origin of this basilisk."

"No, it's as it should be."

Dean Sasia didn't seem to care much about the origin of the basilisk, or rather, what she cared about most was the basilisk itself.

After the topic turned to the basilisk, she simply stopped beating around the bush and said directly: "I came to you this time to ask if you are willing to sell the basilisk. St. Mungo's is willing to buy it for the price of ten dragons."

"I'm afraid that won't work," Kyle said without hesitation.

The price of ten fire dragons is indeed very tempting, but the role of the basilisk is far beyond that of the Garlon, and it is safer to keep an extremely dangerous creature like the basilisk in your own hands.

He didn't want to see a pair of yellow eyes when he looked up one day.

In order to dispel Dean Sassia's idea, Kyle continued, "Besides, this basilisk has a special origin. I only have the right to use it. Even if I want to sell it, Professor Dumbledore will not agree."

"Okay." Dean Sasia seemed to have guessed the result a long time ago and did not feel disappointed.

"What about the materials related to the basilisk? There shouldn't be any problem with that, right?" She poured another cup of black tea.

"For things that will affect the basilisk itself, forget it. But for things like venom, snake blood, scales, and snake skin, which are relatively unimportant, I hope you can consider selling them to St. Mungo's.

“Although there is no price for these things on the market, I will not let you suffer a loss. How about I calculate the price to be ten times that of the fire dragon.

"For example, the price of dragon blood is six galleons per ounce, and the price of basilisk blood is sixty galleons. How about that? For venom, refer to the Acromantula, a pint is one thousand galleons."

Buying the blood and venom of the basilisk? I don't know if I'm overthinking it, but Kyle always feels that this is Dean Sasia's real purpose.

And the price she offered was indeed something Kyle couldn't refuse.

Sixty Galleons was nearly a month's salary for most Ministry employees, and that was just one ounce.

The basilisk is quite large... Let's put it this way, even if Fawkes pecks at the basilisk out of boredom, it can spill hundreds of Galleons.

The venom is even more exaggerated. If bloodletting may have some effect on the basilisk, then there is really no need to worry about the venom.

To a basilisk, that thing was like the flames spewed out by a fire dragon, and it could spew out several times a day.

Even if the most conservative amount is collected, a pint will not last more than a few days, and by then it can be replenished by feeding two more Tebo warthogs.

A Tebo warthog is worth only a few dollars, and compared to a pint of venom worth a thousand galleons, it's like giving it away for free.

If you add snake skins and scales, you can earn at least 5,000 Galleons a month.

If that was the case, by the time he graduated, he would probably be able to build a cave for Norbert using Galleons...

Kyle felt his heartbeat begin to speed up, and everything he saw was in the shape of Galleons.

But after the excitement, Kyle quickly thought of another possibility. He took a sip of black tea, tried to calm himself down, and asked:

"Dean Sassia, I don't think St. Mungo's will keep buying venom and snake blood."

"You're right." Sassia smiled and poured Kyle another cup of black tea. "The purpose of St. Mungo's buying the basilisk was to study and prepare related potions.

"I have been looking for potion formulas and related books left by successive deans of St. Mungo's these past few days, and found a record related to the basilisk in a notebook written three hundred years ago.

"According to the above information, materials related to basilisks... including snake blood, snake slough, and venom, will naturally reject most herbs. They are only suitable for a small number of equally poisonous herbs, and they are also the most difficult to make. There are no more than three healers in St. Mungo's who can prepare this kind of potion.

"But we can't spend all our time researching new potions. I did a quick calculation before and found that one pint of venom would be enough for us for six months."

Kyle's heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

Kyle stroked his teacup, thinking about something.

"I don't have venom and snake blood for now, but I have this." He reached into the deformed lizard skin bag and took out a palm-sized, green object with clear traces of scales on it.

"The skin shed by the basilisk?" Dean Sasia said excitedly.

Compared with venom and snake blood, she cares more about the snake skin.

Because snake skin is the only non-toxic thing, it is also the least rejected and most widely used material.

She had found potion recipes related to basilisks in the portraits of previous deans, and eighty percent of the ingredients were snake skins.

The reason why she didn't mention it just now was because the basilisk only sheds its skin once every hundred years, and she wasn't sure whether Kyle had it or not.

I didn't expect Kyle to actually take it out.

And the snake skin that is thousands of years old must contain more than this.

Dean Sassia's eyes flashed with excitement, and he asked with a slightly trembling voice: "Anything else?"

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"A complete snake slough," Kyle said. "About fifty feet long..."

"when!"

As soon as Kyle finished speaking, Dean Sassia knocked the teacup to the ground.

Generally speaking, there are very few things that could make her behave so out of control. Seeing the basilisk for the first time was one, and now hearing that Kyle had a complete snake skin that was fifty feet long was the second.

The former is surprise, the latter is surprise...

"I wonder if you would be willing to sell it to St. Mungo's." Dean Sassia asked hurriedly, but soon she seemed to have thought of something and paused before continuing.

"But the snake skin... we may not be able to buy it at ten times the price of the fire dragon skin. How about we use 5,000 Galleons to buy a five-foot-long snake skin?"

Five thousand Galleons for five feet is not particularly high, relatively speaking...but snake shed is not snake skin after all, so this price is reasonable.

But Kyle thought about it, shook his head and said, "No, Dean Sassia..."

"What about six thousand Galleons? That's the highest price we can offer."

"You misunderstood." Kyle said with a smile, "I don't want a single Knut from a five-foot snake slough. I'll give it directly to St. Mungo's, along with a pint of venom."

Dean Sasia seemed not to have expected Kyle to say that and raised her head sharply.

"Are you sure?" she said. "That's a lot of Galleons."

"If I continue talking about this, I might really regret it." Kyle said with some entanglement.

Five feet of snake skin, plus a pint of venom, that's six thousand... no, it should be seven thousand Galleons.

When Sirius was wanted, the bounty was only 10,000 Galleons, and 7,000 Galleons was almost enough to buy him.

But Dean Sassia just said that the purpose of purchasing these was to research and prepare new potions. Kyle always felt that it was a bit inappropriate to charge money.

Moreover, seven thousand Galleons could be exchanged for a favor from a top pharmacist, so the deal was actually not a loss.

Just look at Lucius Malfoy. He donated so many Galleons to the Ministry of Magic. Wasn't it also to win Fudge's favor? In a way, Dean Sassia's favor was much more important than Fudge's, and its value was higher.

Kyle did not hide his thoughts, and Dean Sasia could naturally see it, but she did not mind, or was willing to owe him this favor.

"How about this? These 7,000 Galleons of materials will be considered as your donation to St. Mungo's," she said. "And in return... I will personally support Albus' election as Minister of Magic."

"What?" Kyle asked, blinking.

"Isn't your headmaster running for minister with Fudge?" Dean Sassia said, "I was still hesitating about who to support. After all, I am the headmaster of St. Mungo's. Even if I stand on the side in my personal name, others will think of St. Mungo's. This is inevitable.

"But next I will resign as headmaster and fully support Dumbledore and his Order of the Phoenix."

"Ah, no, no, no... don't do this." Kyle waved his hands repeatedly. He really didn't expect that this matter would be reported to St. Mungo's.

Dean Sasia was a little confused about Kyle's reaction.

She was sure that Kyle was also a member of the Order of the Phoenix, or at least a non-staff member. Didn't they want to push Dumbledore to become the Minister?

This news was all over the newspapers a few days ago, and many people in St. Mungo's were arguing about it. Why are they rejecting it now?

"You probably don't know yet..." She reminded him, "I am somewhat famous in the wizarding world. I should be able to win more support for Dumbledore."

"This is what I'm worried about. There's no way that Headmaster Dumbledore will become the minister, and he doesn't have the opportunity to do so," Kyle said.

"You underestimate Albus." Dean Sassia smiled.

"No, I'm serious." Kyle said, "Anyway, just trust me. Professor Dumbledore will never become the Minister, no matter how many people support him.

"If you openly support him, you will end up in a rift with the Ministry of Magic soon, which is not a good thing for you or St. Mungo's."

Seeing that Kyle didn't seem to be joking, Dean Sasia gradually put away her smile and became serious.

If it was true as Kyle said, then she should really think carefully about whether to publicly support Dumbledore. After all, Fudge was not a generous person.

"How about this..." Kyle said, "Fawkes will send you a letter. You just need to accept it in front of other people and then write a reply to Professor Dumbledore, showing a somewhat ambiguous attitude."

"Ah?" Sassia blinked, not quite understanding what Kyle meant.

Didn't he just say that Dumbledore would never be the Minister? Why did he go to such lengths to create an ambiguous illusion?

She felt that she was a little out of touch with the thinking of today's young wizards.

But since Kyle said so, she would just do as he said. It was just a letter after all and it would not have any impact on St. Mungo's.

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(End of this chapter)