Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

 Chapter 767 The Deal with the Goblin

 “Perfect energizing tonic, at least I can’t fault it.”

In the underground classroom of Hogwarts, when Professor Marchban said this sentence, it also meant that the seventh-grade students had completed all N.E.W.T. exams.

With a crisp ringing of the bell, Kyle and others left the classroom and returned to the foyer along the stairs.

 The exam is over. Everyone's performance is different. Some people are very happy and looking forward to the upcoming graduation life.

But more people are reluctant to give up. They always look forward to the holiday. For the first time, they hope that the holiday can be slower, and slower again.

After seven years of looking at the castle, the castle that had long been boring suddenly became fresh again. Every corridor, every painting, and even the faded handrails on both sides of the stairs seemed to be particularly attractive.

They seemed to be back to how they were when they first came to Hogwarts seven years ago, full of curiosity and interest in everything here.

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

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

 It happens like this every year, and they are used to it.

If they are first-year students, they will definitely have no ability to resist when faced with Peeves' pranks, but they are now in seventh grade. If they can still fall into the trap, wouldn't their studies in the past few years have been in vain?

Every year at this time, he would take advantage of this time to wreak havoc. The year before last, it was fireworks, and last year, it was dung eggs... It is worth mentioning that the Weasley brothers who provided him with supplies had used up all the stocks and had to Needless to say, it was a disaster, at least for Filch.

"He's starting again. He's crying. I really don't understand what's so memorable about this ruined castle." The almost headless Nick glanced at the fat monk next to him and asked, "By the way, when will he arrive? He should be here soon." Come on."

“Look, is that Peeves?” Ron asked in disbelief on the stairs, not even realizing that his voice was broken.

Obviously he also knew that Dumbledore would not agree to such a request.

Thinking of the damage done to them by Peeves in the past few years, several Gryffindors confidently raised their wands, preparing to avenge their shame and make Peeves suffer a little before graduation.

“Calculating the time, it’s almost time.” The fat monk said, “Oh...he’s here.”

 Peeves, who got the news at that time, immediately realized that this was the opportunity Kyle had mentioned at the beginning. He excitedly took out the special dung egg, held it in his arms and ran over.

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

 A faint sour smell began to fill the hall.

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

Kyle also bowed and returned the courtesy.

Peeves held his stomach and let out a shrill laugh.

Peeves turned back again after throwing the last few balloons.

In addition to teasing the freshmen who have just entered the school, he also likes to leave a deep impression on the students who are about to graduate.

 The water balloon fell on a boy's head and exploded suddenly, pouring a large amount of water mixed with vinegar directly on his head.

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

It's just that the professors acted too fast at that time, and Peeves hadn't had enough time to throw away the cannon fodder Death Eaters.

 He fell in front of Kyle, "So you are graduating too, right?"

“Ho ho, I believe you.” Peeves said. He stood up straight, bent slightly under the incredulous eyes of the people around him, and saluted Kyle with an unprecedented grace.

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

 “Ah, little Kyle…”

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

But it wasn't over yet. Peeves suddenly laughed and flew down from upstairs, throwing more water balloons at the seventh graders in the hall.

"Then what should we do?" Peeves crossed his legs and sat down in the air with some confusion. "I haven't had enough of the **** you gave me last time. Really, why did you catch all the intruders so quickly? Woolen cloth."

Even though he didn't care about the professor's reprimand, the feeling was different and had never happened before. It made him very excited and novel, and at the same time he couldn't stop.

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

 “Oh…your refusal is so callous.” Peeves made a face at Kyle.

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

That was a specially made dung egg. It was not reprimanded. Peeves just felt like he was dreaming.

“Stop it, Peeves!” someone shouted, and then took out his wand and prepared to fight back.

If Kyle can still repeat a grade with his grades, then Hogwarts will really be a joke.

 He has never seen Peeves like this...so polite?

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

As a result, vinegar rain began to fall in the entire hall, and the students were caught off guard and were drenched from head to toe.

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

 “How about repeating a year, just one year.” Peeves said with a smile. "After the Weasleys graduate, you are the only one who is more interesting. The rest of the little ones are too boring and not fun at all."

 As a result, Kyle, who was giving him advice, was about to graduate.

 “Ho **** ho… Idiot little devil… Idiot little devil… come and see, someone here has fallen into the vinegar bucket!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a balloon filled with water flew down from upstairs and landed accurately among a group of seventh-grade students.

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

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

When they were in the first grade, it was because of Peeves' yelling that they accidentally broke into the place guarding the Sorcerer's Stone and met the three-headed dog Luwei.

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

Also, Harry would always run into him every time he went out at night, and Hermione also had his ink bottles thrown at her several times while doing her homework.

 “What did Kyle do?” Ron asked again.

"I don't know." Harry shook his head, "But as you can imagine, it's definitely not something simple."

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

"Could it be earlier?" Harry muttered quietly, but he couldn't think of any interaction 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 of them to another place.

“Harry, you were talking about your plans for the holidays.”

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

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

“I want to take advantage of this vacation to find the remaining three Horcruxes.”

"Oh, that's a good idea." Hermione said, "What do you have in mind? Or how can 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 if this library doesn't have it, it doesn't mean that other libraries don't have it either."

"Other libraries..." Ron frowned, "Is it Flourish and Blotts Bookstore? Don't be kidding, I don't want to stay in Diagon Alley for the whole vacation."

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

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

"Yes." Harry said, "I just remembered not long ago that Kyle has been staying in there for a while. I suspect that he found clues about Horcruxes from a certain book."

 “Are you sure?” Hermione was a little doubtful.

"Not sure, but you can give it a try." Harry said, "This is the only clue we can find to find the Horcrux. If Kyle really saw it from there, the three of us can definitely find it."       Okay!" Hermione agreed without much hesitation. Maybe she just wanted to read a book.

 In short, this is how they planned their vacation arrangements.

 …

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

 According to the usual practice, everyone originally thought that they would leave school on the seventh day after the exam, but on the third day, the Hogwarts Express stopped at the Hogsmeade platform.

“Everyone, line up.” Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick stood at the gate of the castle, directing the students to take carriages to the station in an orderly manner.

“Transcripts will be sent to you via owl in mid-July.”

There was a faint cheer from the crowd, who seemed 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 holidays are over.

 It's a pity that neither Dumbledore nor the other professors seem to have other things to do, and it is impossible to watch everyone here all the time.

At this time, no one noticed that a carriage behind them quietly left the team and came to an open space in front of the Quidditch pitch.

 Kyle and Connor got off the carriage and looked around.

There is already someone waiting here in advance, and the other person’s golden hair is shining in the sun.

“Seriously Kyle, you should have contacted me earlier.”

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

“If you had told me a week ago that Kangna was going to France, I would have had enough time to arrange everything to the best of my ability.

“But you only told me about such a big thing yesterday afternoon.”

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

 “Is there any difference?” Fleur looked even more dissatisfied.

“The main reason is that I didn’t know that school would be on vacation early.” Kyle shrugged and hurriedly changed the subject, “But why did you come to Hogwarts?”

“Oh, I am here with Ms. Maxim, she is here to see your Headmaster Dumbledore.”

While talking, another person also came over.

"Kyle, I have contacted Gringotts in France." Bill ran over from not far away. "I'm so lucky. There is a goblin there who once worked with me. He agreed to exchange the gold coins you provided for demons. medicinal materials and at favorable prices.”

"Wait." Connor suddenly frowned, looked at Kyle and asked, "Are you going to Gringotts to buy potion ingredients? Didn't I say you don't need them? Professor Snape has prepared a lot, enough for me. , and it’s not cost-effective to buy materials now.”

 Gringotts has potion ingredients, or anything that can make money, they have them, but they are expensive and they don’t bargain.

 Coupled with the fact that Voldemort and his Death Eaters are becoming more and more rampant, the price of potions in the wizarding world has soared, and the prices of materials have also become much more expensive.

“It doesn’t matter, the French side won’t have much influence,” Kyle said.

 “Are you sure?” Kangna glanced at him suspiciously. "With the character of a goblin, would you miss such a good opportunity?"

"Of course not," Bill said. "Those greedy goblins are eager to take away all the galleons from the wizard."

He walked up to Kyle, and Fleur beside him naturally put her arm around him, and the two of them acted very intimately.

“Oh?” Kyle raised his eyebrows and said teasingly: “No wonder you chose to stay in the UK.”

"Yes, it's what you think." Furong didn't refute, and admitted it openly.

 “Otherwise, I’d better find someone else.” Kyle said thoughtfully.

This time he wanted to find someone to take Kangna to France. The journey was far away and the place was unfamiliar. He was not very relieved if Kangna was alone.

As an authentic French person, Fleur was naturally the first choice. More importantly, her relationship with Connor was also very good during the Triwizard Tournament.

 But now... looking at the disgusting looks of the two people in front of him, Kyle was really embarrassed to break them up.

"It doesn't matter." Fleur waved her hand and said, "I just have to go back to France for something to help Ms. Maxim contact some of her friends, and I can't help much here."

"Yeah, yes, that's it." Bill nodded repeatedly, fearing that Kyle would change his mind.

“Let Fleur send Kangna off. Paris is very big, so we need someone who is familiar with it to lead the way.”

"Wait a minute, you two." Kangna interrupted the two of them, "Kyle, you haven't said why you want to buy potion ingredients from Gringotts. I know you have Galleons, but it's not It’s such a waste, you’d better return them quickly.”

 “Can’t retreat.” Kyle spread his hands. "I've already bought the stuff, do you think the goblin will give back the Galleons?"

 “You…” Conna turned red with anger at Kyle’s prodigal behavior.

 “Don’t worry, it really didn’t cost much.” Kyle said with a smile.

But Kangna obviously didn't believe it. The other party was a money-grubbing goblin, not a philanthropist. How could he not spend much money?

"I bear witness." At this time, Bill said out loud, and when he said this, he couldn't help laughing.

“Actually, the goblin made a request before agreeing to sell me the potion ingredients at the normal price.”

 “What request?” Kang Na frowned.

It doesn’t take much thinking to know that the conditions proposed by the greedy goblin are definitely the kind that a lion would open his mouth to, and its hidden value will definitely not be less than the overflowing Galleons, and may even be more.

Listening to what Bill said, they agreed. Are these people fools?

"Ahem..." Bill cleared his throat, then suppressed a smile and said, "He asked to pick something out of Kyle's vault."

"What?"

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

“The goblin is willing to sell us the potion materials at normal prices, but the price is that for every discount exceeding five hundred galleons, he has to go to Kyle’s treasury to pick out an item and take it away.”

This time, Kangna also fell silent.

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

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

 “What?” Furong was stunned for a moment. In her opinion, a young wizard like Kyle who has become famous at a young age must have a very full coffers.

Not to mention anything else, the prize money for the Triwizard Tournament alone is a thousand Galleons. In addition, Kyle is also an alchemist. Although not many people know this, it is not a small number. After all, he invented many interesting magic props when he was in school.

 As we all know, alchemists nowadays are very rich.

"Actually, all my things are stored elsewhere." Kyle pursed his lips to prevent himself from laughing. "I haven't used the vault in Gringotts since the second year. If I If I guess correctly, there should be only three to five Galleons and some Sickles in there."

“Please don’t use ‘only’ to describe it.” Bill quipped: “We only have a bunch of Sickles in the family coffers.”

 “That was before.” Kyle said with a smile.

“So, that goblin made a miscalculation?” Fleur said with a raised eyebrow.

"Obviously, that's right." Kyle said, "I don't know where he got the news from, thinking that there are good things in my collection, but unfortunately, not everyone likes to put valuable things in Guling From the Treasury.”

 “How much did you trade?” Connor asked.

"Five thousand galleons, the discount is also five thousand galleons... This is the most cost-effective deal I have ever made. Even when there were no Death Eaters, it was difficult to buy fifteen galleons of dragon blood and mango. Dracula.”

Kyle smiled even more happily, "By the way, Bill, remember to remind the goblin that you can't take more than one of the ten things."

“What if it’s not enough?” Bill asked, “From what you just said, it seems like you really don’t have much in your vault.”

"Then there's nothing we can do." Kyle shrugged, "I can only let him suffer. Knock a few rocks from the wall or the platform and take them away. Anyway, I can't fix it for him. Don't even think about a Nat." ”

 (End of this chapter)