In the dungeon classroom of Hogwarts, when Professor Marchbank said this, it also meant that the seventh-year students had completed all NEWT exams.

Following a crisp bell, Kyle and the others left the classroom and walked back up the stairs to the foyer.

The exams are over and everyone’s reactions vary. Some are very happy and looking forward to the upcoming graduation life.

But more people are reluctant to leave. They always look forward to the holidays, and for the first time they hope that the holidays can go slower and slower.

After seven years of viewing, the castle that I had long been bored with suddenly became fresh again. Every corridor, every painting, and even the faded handrails on both sides of the stairs seemed to become particularly attractive.

They seemed to have returned to the time when they first came to Hogwarts seven years ago, full of curiosity and interest in everything here.

This feeling is difficult for students from other grades to understand.

Several ghosts gathered together and looked at the students who were crying and laughing, with expressions as if they had guessed it would be like this.

This happens every year, and they are used to it.

"Here we go again, crying and sobbing. I really don't understand what's so memorable about this shabby castle." Nearly Headless Nick glanced at the fat monk next to him and asked, "By the way, when will he arrive? It should be soon."

"According to the time, it's about time." The fat monk said, "Oh...he's here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a balloon filled with water flew down from the upstairs and landed precisely in the middle of a group of seventh graders.

The water ball landed on a boy's head and exploded violently, pouring a large amount of water mixed with vinegar directly onto his head.

A faint sour smell began to spread in the foyer.

But that was not the end. Peeves suddenly flew down from upstairs, laughing, and threw more water balloons at the seventh graders in the hall.

In addition to playing tricks on the freshmen, he also likes to leave a deep impression on the students who are about to graduate.

Every year at this time, he would take advantage of this time to wreak havoc. The year before last it was fireworks, last year it was dung eggs... It is worth mentioning that the Weasley brothers provided him with the supply, and they used up all the stock. It has to be said that it was a disaster, at least for Filch.

This year Peeves chose vinegar balloons mixed with a small amount of water.

"Stop, Peeves!" someone shouted, and then took out his wand to fight back.

If they were first-grade students, they would definitely be powerless to resist Peeves' pranks, but they are already in seventh grade. If they can still fall for it, wouldn't all these years of study be in vain?

Thinking of the torment that Peeves had inflicted on them over the past few years, several Gryffindors confidently raised their wands, ready to avenge themselves before graduation and make Peeves suffer.

But what they didn't expect was that the balloon Peeves used this time was a high-end product, a prank balloon carefully developed by the Weasley brothers, and it exploded the moment it came into contact with the spell.

As a result, the entire hall was raining vinegar, and those students were caught off guard and were soaked from head to toe.

"Hehehe... stupid little brat... stupid little brat... come and see, someone has fallen into the vinegar barrel here!"

Peeves held his stomach and let out a shrill laugh.

More and more people heard the noise and came over. In shame and anger, a group of seventh grade students immediately ran away, covering their faces.

Among the crowd, only a few people were not affected, and Kyle was one of them.

When the first water balloon was thrown, he used a waterproof and moisture-proof spell to protect himself and Kanna next to him. So when the balloon exploded just now, the unknown liquid mixed with vinegar did not fall on him at all.

After Peeves threw the last few balloons, he turned back again.

"Ah, little Kyle..."

He landed in front of Kyle, "So you're graduating too, huh?"

"That's right." Kyle nodded. "Is there anything you want to tell me, Mr. Peeves?"

"How about repeating a year? Just one year." Peeves said with a smile. "After the Weasley troublemakers graduated, you are the only interesting one. The rest of the little brats are too boring and not fun at all."

"As long as you can convince Dumbledore, I have no problem."

"Oh... your rejection is so cold and heartless." Peeves made a face at Kyle.

Obviously he also knew that Dumbledore would never agree to such a request.

If Kyle could still repeat a grade with his grades, Hogwarts would become a joke.

"What should I do?" Peeves said, crossing his legs and sitting down in the air. "I haven't had enough fun with the dung balls you gave me last time. Really, why did you catch all the invaders so quickly?"

What Peeves was talking about was the Death Eaters' attack on the castle a month ago.

When Peeves got the news, he immediately realized that this was the opportunity Kyle had mentioned. He excitedly took out his special dung ball, put it in his arms and ran over.

It's just that the professors acted too quickly, and before Peeves could finish throwing his weapons, those cannon fodder Death Eaters were caught in one fell swoop.

What made him even more excited was that the professors clearly saw his behavior but did not scold him.

That was a special dung egg, but he didn't get scolded. Peeves felt like he was dreaming.

Although he himself did not care about the professor's reprimand, the feeling was different and he had never experienced it before. It made him very excited and curious, and at the same time he could not stop.

It turns out that Kyle, who gave him advice, is about to graduate.

"Don't worry, there may be another chance." Kyle said with a smile, "Remember to put away the remaining stock and don't throw it around, otherwise it will be gone when you really need it."

"Hehe, I believe you." Peeves said. He stood up straight, bent slightly in the incredible gazes of the people around him, and saluted Kyle with unprecedented elegance.

Kyle bowed in return.

"Look, is that Peeves?" Ron asked in disbelief on the stairs, not even noticing that his voice was breaking.

He had never seen Peeves like this before... so, polite?

But Ron's doubts were not answered, because Hermione and Harry were also confused. As the students who were persecuted the most by Peeves, they knew better than anyone how annoying that ghost was.

In the first grade, because of Peeves's shouting, they accidentally broke into the place where the Philosopher's Stone was guarded and met the three-headed dog Fluffy.

To be honest, if they hadn't run fast, they might have become the three-headed dog's midnight snack.

Also, Harry would always run into him when he went out for a night walk, and he had thrown ink bottles at Hermione several times when she was doing homework.

"What did Kyle do?" Ron asked again.

"I don't know." Harry shook his head, "But I can imagine that it is definitely not a simple matter."

He thought carefully about what had happened in school recently, but found that none of them matched.

"Could it be even earlier?" Harry muttered to himself, but he couldn't think of any connection between Kyle and Peeves.

"Forget it, let's not worry about it for now." Hermione smelled the strong sour smell coming from below, covered her mouth and nose with her sleeves and dragged the two people to another place.

"Harry, what were your plans for the holidays?"

"I want to find other Horcruxes." Harry lowered his voice and said, "We know from Slughorn's memory that Voldemort must have divided his soul into seven parts, in addition to himself, so there are six Horcruxes.

We have found three items in total now. The crown and the gold cup were found by Kyle, and together with the diary from the second grade, we are halfway done.

"I want to take advantage of this holiday to find the remaining three Horcruxes."

"Oh, that's a good idea." Hermione said, "What do you think? Or how should we find it?" "You should know that there are no clues related to Horcruxes in the library."

"Of course, I know." Harry said mysteriously, "But just because this library doesn't have it doesn't mean other libraries don't have it either."

"Other libraries..." Ron frowned. "Could it be Flourish and Blotts? Don't be ridiculous. I don't want to stay in Diagon Alley for the entire holiday."

"No, it's not." Harry shook his head. "Remember? Sirius has a private library at home."

"You mean the one in the basement?" Hermione immediately thought of something.

"Yes," said Harry, "I just remembered a while ago that Kyle had been staying in there for a while. I suspect he found clues about the Horcruxes in a book."

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked doubtfully.

"Not sure, but we can try." Harry said, "This is our only clue to finding the Horcrux. If Kyle really saw it from there, the three of us can definitely find it."

In short, they planned their holiday arrangements in this way.

…

I don't know if it's because of the Death Eaters or because Dumbledore left school again, but this year's vacation started earlier than before.

According to convention, everyone thought they would leave school on the seventh day after the exams, but on the third day, the Hogwarts Express stopped at the Hogsmeade platform.

"Everyone line up." Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick stood at the castle gate, directing the students to get on the carriages and go to the station in an orderly manner.

"The transcript will be sent to you via owl in mid-July."

There were sparse cheers from the crowd, as if they were happy to get their transcripts in this way instead of taking them back directly.

But more people remained silent. If possible, they would like to stay in school until the end of the vacation.

Unfortunately, both Dumbledore and the other professors seemed to have other things to do and could not stay here to watch everyone all the time.

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Then, at this time, no one noticed that a carriage that was left behind quietly left the team and came to an open space in front of the Quidditch field.

Kyle and Connor got off the carriage and looked around.

There was already someone waiting here, and his golden hair was shining in the sun.

"Seriously Kyle, you should have contacted me sooner."

Fleur Delacour walked up to Kyle and looked at him with a very disapproving look.

"If you had told me a week ago that Connor was going to France, I would have had plenty of time to make the best arrangements.

"But you only told me such a big thing yesterday afternoon."

"In the morning, in the morning..." Kyle's eyes wandered, "It will take some time for the owl to deliver the letter."

"Is there any difference?" Furong looked even more dissatisfied.

"The main reason is that I didn't know the school would close early." Kyle shrugged and quickly changed the subject, "But why did you come to Hogwarts?"

"Oh, I'm here to accompany Ms. Maxime, she's here to see your Headmaster Dumbledore."

As he was talking, another person came over.

"Kyle, I've contacted Gringotts in France." Bill ran over from not far away. "Luckily, there's a goblin there who used to work with me. He agreed to exchange the gold coins you provided for potion materials, and the price is favorable."

"Wait." Connor suddenly frowned, looked at Kyle and asked, "Are you going to Gringotts to buy potion materials? Didn't I say no? Professor Snape prepared a lot, enough for me, and it's not cost-effective to buy materials now."

Gringotts has potion materials, or anything that can make money, they have it, but the prices are expensive and no bargaining is allowed.

In addition, as Voldemort and his Death Eaters become more and more rampant, the price of potions in the wizarding world has skyrocketed, and the price of raw materials has also become much more expensive.

"It doesn't matter. It won't have much impact in France," Kyle said.

"Are you sure?" Kanna looked at him suspiciously. "Given the fairy's personality, would she miss such a good opportunity?"

"Of course not," said Bill. "Those greedy goblins would love to take all the Galleons from the wizard."

He walked towards this side, and Furong beside him naturally put her arm around his arm, and the two of them behaved very intimately.

"Oh?" Kyle raised his eyebrows and said teasingly, "No wonder you chose to stay in the UK."

"Yes, it's just what you think." Furong did not refute and admitted it openly.

"Or I should look for someone else." Kyle said thoughtfully.

This time he wanted to find someone to send Kanna to France. The journey was long and the place was unfamiliar, so he was not very reassured if Kanna was alone.

As a native Frenchwoman, Fleur was the natural first choice. More importantly, she and Kanna had a very good relationship during the Triwizard Tournament.

But now...looking at the two people in front of him looking so sick of each other, Kyle felt too embarrassed to separate them.

"It's okay." Furong waved her hand and said, "I just happened to have to go back to France for something, so I can help Ms. Maxime contact some of her friends. Besides, I can't help much if I'm here."

"Yeah, that's right, that's it." Bill nodded repeatedly, as if afraid that Kyle would change his mind.

"Let Furong take Kanna there. Paris is very big, and we need someone who is familiar with the place to lead the way."

"Wait a minute, you two." Connor interrupted them. "Kyle, you haven't told me why you bought potion materials from Gringotts. I know you have Galleons, but you don't want to waste them like that. You'd better return them quickly."

"I can't return it." Kyle spread his hands. "The item has already been purchased. Do you think the goblin will return the Galleons he has obtained?"

"You..." Kanna's face turned red with anger at Kyle's wasteful behavior.

"Don't worry, it really didn't cost much." Kyle said with a smile.

But Kanna obviously didn't believe it. The other party was a greedy witch, not a philanthropist. How could he not have spent much money?

"I'll testify." Bill said at this time, and when he said this, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Actually, the goblin made one request before agreeing to sell me the potion ingredients at the normal price."

"What request?" Kanna frowned.

It goes without saying that the conditions proposed by the greedy goblin are absolutely exorbitant, and the hidden value is definitely not less than the overflowing Galleons, and may even be more.

Judging from what Bill said, they agreed. Are these people fools?

"Ahem..." Bill cleared his throat and tried to suppress his laughter before saying, "He asked to pick something from Kyle's vault."

"What?"

Kanna blinked, as if she didn't hear clearly.

"That is, the goblin is willing to sell us the potion ingredients at normal prices, but the price is that for every discount over 500 Galleons, he has to pick one item from Kyle's vault."

Now, Kanna was silent too.

Only Furong seemed very angry, "Greedy, shameless..."

"It's okay, don't get excited." Kyle said with a smile, "In fact, there is nothing in my vault."

"What?" Fleur was stunned. In her opinion, a young wizard like Kyle who was so famous at such a young age must have a very rich coffer. For example, the prize money for the Triwizard Tournament alone was a thousand Galleons. In addition, Kyle himself was also an alchemist. Although not many people knew this, it was not rare. After all, he had invented many interesting magic props when he was in school.

As we all know, alchemists nowadays are very rich.

"In fact, my things are all stored somewhere else." Kyle pursed his lips to prevent himself from laughing. "I haven't used the vault in Gringotts since my second year. If I'm not mistaken, there should only be three or five Galleons and some Sickles in it."

"Please don't use 'only' to describe it." Bill joked: "Our family's vault doesn't even have a pile of Sickles."

“That was in the past,” Kyle said with a smile.

"So, the goblin miscalculated?" Furong said with a raised eyebrow.

"Apparently, that's right," said Kyle. "I don't know where he got the idea that there was something good in my collection, but unfortunately, not everyone likes to keep valuables in Gringotts' vault."

"How much did you trade?" Kanna asked.

"Five thousand Galleons, and the discount is also five thousand Galleons... This is the best deal I've ever made. Even when there were no Death Eaters, it was difficult to buy dragon blood and mandrake for fifteen Galleons."

Kyle smiled even more happily. "By the way, Bill, remember to remind that goblin that he can't take any more than the ten items."

"What if it's not enough?" Bill asked. "From what you just said, it seems that you don't have much in your vault."

"Then there's nothing we can do." Kyle shrugged. "I can only let him suffer and knock a few stones off the wall or the platform to take him away. Anyway, I can't make up for it. Don't even think about giving him a Knut."

(End of this chapter)