"Thank you for your generosity. If you find a good quality Riem horn next time, please give priority to our Nimbus Company."

In the Diagon Alley Quidditch boutique, a foreign wizard in a neat suit walked Kyle out of the store with a big smile on his face.

"Of course. After all, I am very satisfied with this transaction." Kyle said with a smile.

An hour ago, he left Grimmauld Place and came to Diagon Alley to get some funds for his activities.

The most valuable and easiest to sell is the Reem horn. Not only is this thing rare, but it is also not a prohibited item for trade. It is also a necessity for making flying brooms, so there is no problem of not being able to sell it.

So Kyle walked straight into the Quidditch boutique, took out a few Ream horns and said he would sell them to them.

Not long after that, the wizard who claimed to be the head of the Light Cycle Company came running over in a hurry.

He is not British. Because of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, the person in charge of Diagon Alley resigned after the first attack on Diagon Alley. He was assigned to come from Paris after receiving the news from the two-way mirror.

After all, the Flying Broom Company has orders from more than just Diagon Alley in the UK.

At first, he was quite dissatisfied with this decision.

Because Britain is now a huge whirlpool, if you are not careful you may be sucked into it and be shattered to pieces, so he naturally does not want to come.

But after seeing the Riem horn that Kyle took out, this thought disappeared instantly.

The quality was so good. To be honest, he hadn't seen such high-quality Riem horn for a long time. Especially in recent decades, the development of brooms had been getting faster and faster, and more and more materials were needed, so the price naturally went up.

However, the quality is hard to describe, but there is nothing we can do about it. After all, there are only so many Reem cattle, and the good ones have been used up, so we can only make do with those of average quality.

But the Riem horn that Kyle took out was not only large in size, but also the most authentic reddish-brown in color. He had only seen horns of this quality once... on a display stand at the headquarters of the Light Wheel Company, seventy years ago.

He had a hunch that if he could get this batch of materials back, he would definitely get a huge bonus. If he could control the channels, he could even replace that cowardly and useless boss.

Of course, he wouldn't dare to use force, as he had already gotten some general information about Kyle from the clerk.

The champion of the Triwizard Tournament, Dumbledore's favorite student, and a man with close ties to the Ministry of Magic.

Besides, this is Britain, their territory. He would be crazy to make enemies with them.

So he wisely chose to show goodwill, without any bargaining, and directly raised the price to the highest level on the market, and also offered a series of discounts within his authority.

Kyle was equally satisfied.

He originally thought that this transaction would take some time, but he didn't expect the other party to be so quick. After confirming the authenticity of the items, he completed the large order of one thousand Galleons in less than half an hour, a total of five Riem horns.

It's not that these are all Kyle has, he has more, but taking out too much at once is likely to shrink the price.

Anyway, he has the goods in hand, so take your time and there is no rush.

After getting rid of the over-enthusiastic wizard, Kyle walked on the slightly quiet streets of Diagon Alley. After getting an extra thousand Galleons, he suddenly wasn't so anxious to sell all his things.

Moreover, Kyle thought that with so many things in his box, it would take a long time just to sell them. Moreover, if he did it too often, it would be inevitable that there would be price-cutting situations, and it would take a lot of time to haggle over them.

It would be better to open a store and put all these things on display...

Kyle stopped abruptly.

He remembered that Sirius seemed to have given him a shop at Christmas a few years ago. At that time, he thought the gift was too expensive and did not intend to accept it. However, due to some things, he had to leave Diagon Alley before he had a chance to refuse.

Because of what... Kyle thought about it carefully for a while, but because it was a few years ago, he couldn't remember.

But it doesn't matter.

The important thing was that the magic contract seemed to still be in his hands, and coupled with a lot of other things that happened afterwards, he forgot about it, and Sirius never mentioned it again.

He also remembered that Sirius seemed to have prepared a shop next door for Harry, intending to run a small business with him after Harry graduated.

"Where is that store?" Kyle looked around to see if there was any store that was closed.

It’s just that due to the attacks, quite a few stores have closed recently, so it’s definitely not going to work to find them this way.

Kyle only vaguely remembered that he and Sirius sat together and ate ice cream...

Yes, ice cream! Kyle immediately changed direction and soon found Florin Fosco's ice cream shop in the middle of the street. Not far away, there were two shops with closed doors and no signs.

"Yes, this is it." Kyle's eyes lit up.

If he opened this shop, he wouldn't have to spend time running around anymore. Moreover, the location here was also very good. Not only was it on the main road, but Gringotts Wizarding Bank was just a short walk away, and Flourish and Blotts Books was diagonally opposite. These were must-visit places for young wizards when school started.

I can only say that it is worthy of being called Blake. A store with such a good location is given away without any regret.

Kyle leaned over the door and looked inside.

Because it has been vacant for a long time, the windows are dirty and it is gray inside, so you can't see anything clearly. It would probably not be easy to clean it.

If you want to open for business, you may have to repair it again.

Fortunately, he just earned a thousand Galleons, which should be enough.

As for the staff issue, Kyle's first thought was the house-elves in the school kitchen.

The elves are good. We have already helped confirm at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes that they are fully capable of doing this job.

Kyle stroked his chin and began to think about the feasibility of this matter. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was a good idea.

Putting things in the store and selling them with clearly marked prices not only solves the problem of wasting time, but also ensures that prices will not fluctuate and may even increase appropriately.

And his relationship with the Ministry of Magic...

Kyle knew very well that in a while, he would be able to reach a preliminary cooperation with Minister Bones using the magic communication items exclusively used by Aurors, and he would also suffer some losses.

With this relationship in place, and by finding someone to help with the operation, those vaguely defined prohibited trade items, such as Mobik squid ink, might also be able to be displayed.

You can do it.

Kyle's eyes lit up. He just happened to have some time recently, and he had been hiding from Voldemort at number twelve, Grimmauld Place. Therefore, as long as he didn't let the Weasley brothers and Cedric, who had access to this place, find out, there would be no problem even if he showed up in Diagon Alley.

Not to mention opening for business in a short time, but it is still possible to clean up the place and open it directly when he has time. He can even stay here temporarily. The rooms in the Leaky Cauldron are still quite expensive, so he might as well save money as possible.

But first, he had to find the magic contract that had been thrown somewhere.

It should be in the deformed lizard skin bag. For the sake of convenience, all his trivial little things are in it.

The fact was just as he thought, the magic contract was in the corner of the leather bag, together with several packs of owl snacks.

Kyle took it out and was about to get to work when his box suddenly started shaking again.

There is only one possibility for this situation to occur: something is hitting the door of the room in the box, and judging from the frequency of the shaking, the other party is quite anxious.

There was no choice but for Kyle to temporarily put aside the idea of ​​opening his own shop, quickly returned to the room in the Leaky Cauldron, and walked into the box.

As soon as he opened the door, a giant scaly head appeared infinitely magnified in his eyes. Fortunately, Kyle reacted quickly and jumped to the side in time, thus avoiding Norbert's headbutt.

"What's wrong with you?" Kyle asked with lingering fear.

Norbert looked a little panicked. He barked twice quickly and swept his tail gently, rolling two round eggs over.

Dragon eggs?

Kyle seemed to have guessed something. After a closer look, he discovered that several cracks had appeared on it at some point.

Norbert whimpered nervously.

"It's okay, it's okay, you didn't crush them." Kyle comforted Norbert: "If I'm not mistaken, the little guy should be about to break the shell."

Kyle was so excited that he forgot about opening a store and making money.

This is a fire dragon... Is it possible for dragon eggs to hatch so quickly? And at the same time?

Kyle felt a little unsure, so he thought about it and left the box and headed to Dorset with it.

Relying on his memory, Kyle quickly found Newt's cabin in the endless forest and knocked on the door.

With a creak, the door opened and a slightly nervous head popped out.

"Dobby, who's here, Tina?" Newt's voice came, "Strange, didn't she go to Ilvermorny to visit Rolf?"

"No, Mr. Scamander, it's Mr. Kyle who's here." The house-elf Dobby called out in a sharp voice, and it was obvious that he was very excited.

"Kyle?"

At this time, Newt also came over, looking a little surprised, "That's unexpected, I thought you were busy with the Order of the Phoenix."

"It's a long story." Kyle walked in naturally.

"What happened?" Newt asked worriedly, "Is it because of Godric's Hollow? I heard that seventy Death Eaters died yesterday. Could it be related to you?"

"I did participate." Kyle nodded, then shook his head, "but my visit this time has nothing to do with that."

"That's good." Newt breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the cup and said, "Sit down and talk. Do you want to eat something? There are grapefruit cookies left by Tina on the plate."

"Forget about the cookies." Kyle said, "I came here because I have two dragon eggs to hatch, but I have no experience..."

Newt spit out all the water he just drank? "What did you say? Dragon eggs?"

"yes."

"Where did you get the dragon eggs?" Newt's expression became serious.

"Yes," Kyle said. "Of course, not now, but in 1899."

Newt blinked, not sure for a moment if Kyle was under the Imperius Curse. That was a hundred years ago, how could he buy it.

"It's a long story. Come and take a look first. I'll explain it later." Kyle opened the box and jumped in.

Newt thought about it and followed him in.

As soon as he entered the box, he saw two round eggs placed on the velvet cushion.

Yes, it is indeed a dragon egg, a Ukrainian iron belly, a...

"Oh, the Romanian Longhorn?"

“Yeah,” Kyle said with a smile, “I was surprised when I saw it, too.”

Newt walked over and squinted his eyes to look at the two dragon eggs.

"They are indeed almost hatching, but... it's a little strange."

"What's the meaning?"

"From the looks of it, these two eggs haven't reached the requirements to hatch yet." He tapped lightly on the dragon eggs, making a thudding sound.

"You see, it's still very hard. It needs to be roasted by the flames for at least a month before it meets the conditions for breaking out of the shell, but..."

At this point, Newt paused, then leaned over to the seam and took a deep breath.

"This slight sulfur smell is indeed the result of the fire dragon actively opening the eggshell. What's going on..."

Newt was a little confused. He had studied dragons for decades and had never seen such an outrageous situation.

"Hmm...if it has been through the time turner, will it have any effect on the fire dragon egg?"

“A little, but not this much.” Newt shook his head.

"What if it's a hundred years?"

“One hundred years?” Newt was stunned at first, then asked in surprise: “Has Albus’s time-twister been repaired?”

"Not only was it repaired, it was used." Kyle nodded.

"That's all I have to say. For some reason, I just got back from 1899 yesterday."

Kyle then roughly recounted his experience some time ago.

After hearing the news that Ariana was not dead, Newt was so happy that he almost cried.

He was happy for Dumbledore. They had been through a lot together, and Newt knew better than anyone what Dumbledore's regrets were. Ariana's death had become his inner demon, tormenting him all the time.

"You did a good job...very good..." He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said with a sob.

"So these two fire dragons..."

"Yes, that's when I bought it." Kyle said, "I still have two. I can go to the Fire Dragon Sanctuary to get them in a few days."

As he spoke, Kyle naturally handed the two pieces of parchment with the magic contract to Newt.

Newt's eyes widened even more, he didn't expect that Kyle could give him a surprise besides Ariana's matter.

"These two contracts... I see, you are the mysterious donor."

"What?"

"I heard about this from a friend." Newt explained, "They said that the Fire Dragon Sanctuary was established thanks to the donation of a mysterious wizard. The Galleons he brought helped the sanctuary take the first and most difficult step successfully.

"They looked for each other later, a young wizard with an old servant... but they never found each other. It was as if the other party had disappeared from the magical world, without any clues."

"That's because I'm back. Of course they can't find me." Kyle said with a smile, "By the way, the so-called old servant is actually Professor Dumbledore."

“…”

Newt had a strange expression on his face. After a moment of silence, he whispered, "Well, I should have thought of it earlier. I hope Albus doesn't know about these rumors yet."

In a sense, Dumbledore could be said to have been Kyle's servant for nearly a hundred years in the records of the Dragon Sanctuary. There is probably no other person like him in the wizarding world.

I hope he can hold on.

But given Dumbledore's character, he probably wouldn't mind, especially after knowing that his sister was still alive.

Newt shook his head and looked at the second piece of parchment.

"This, this is... a certificate for legally raising a dragon?"

"That's right." Kyle said, "Birdman was so enthusiastic that he insisted on giving me this as a thank you. I couldn't refuse, so I had to accept it.

"But unfortunately, there is still some time before the contract takes effect. Now it is just a decoration."

Newt didn't believe Kyle's words at all. It's not like he didn't know Birdman. The other party was the one who was most opposed to individuals raising dragons. How could he take the initiative to give such a thing to others?

But the proof is real, including the signature and contract magic, which cannot be forged, so the truth doesn’t seem to be that important.

"You've gained a lot on this trip." Newt couldn't help but say.

"It's okay." Kyle grinned, "Let's talk about this. Are these two dragons okay?"

"No problem at all, they're healthy," Newt said. "As for why they hatched early, it might be related to the time-turner, but I haven't used that kind of thing, so I can't draw any conclusions.

"But the effect of the time turner on the dragon egg... This is something I have never thought of. Can the time turner still be used?"

"It's useless." Kyle shook his head and said, "After we came back, the magic stone responsible for providing magic power broke down. In addition, the high load caused the outer shell to be damaged in many places."

"The Philosopher's Stone?" Newt's eye twitched.

Although the new research direction is very tempting, if the price is the Philosopher's Stone... I can't afford it.

As for other less luxurious time converters, they are of little use as the time is too short.

Newt had never felt so uncomfortable before. He felt like a sniff standing on the edge of a cliff. Across from him was a hill of Galleons, but they were separated by an insurmountable ravine and there was no way he could get across. It was extremely painful.

“Can you give them to me?” Newt asked, pointing at the two dragon eggs.

Since there is no way to experience the time converter, I can only observe these two dragon eggs that Kyle brought back from ninety-eight years ago.

"Of course no problem." Kyle said with a smile. This was why he came here.

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(End of this chapter)