Chapter 263: Dumbledore's Betrayal
Chapter 263: Dumbledore's Betrayal
The next day, Kyle arrived at the Burrow early in the morning and borrowed the fireplace to travel to Diagon Alley.
It has to be said that anything related to dragons is expensive, and dragon blood is no exception. A small bottle cost Kyle twelve Galleons, causing him to wince at the price.
He thought he had found a useful point-reading device, but it required payment... What a rip-off! After leaving the apothecary, Kyle headed to the second-hand shop, where he ran into Percy just outside, carrying a book.
Percy had insisted on accompanying Kyle to Diagon Alley, worried about him going alone. He had also been wanting to purchase the book he had seen the other day, nods in agreement, "Sure, I'll come along."
It was the book, How Prefects Gain Power.
Ever since reading it in Diagon Alley, Percy felt like he had found his future direction.
Whenever he closed his eyes, the book's wise words would echo in his mind, each time revealing new meanings.
To ensure he didn't forget or miss any important details, Percy decided to buy the book, even if it meant spending all his pocket money.
Kyle watched as Percy, wincing in pain but unable to let go of the book, asked curiously, "How much did you spend?"
"Nine Galleons, all my pocket money for the next two years!" Percy replied, "It was originally eighteen Galleons, but the shopkeeper gave me a discount when he saw I didn't have enough."
Kyle clicked his tongue.
Books at the second-hand shop were usually half the price of those at Flourish and Blotts.
In other words, the original price of the book was thirty-six Galleons...
Kyle had thought that Lockhart's five Galleon books were expensive, but he never imagined there would be something even more outrageous...
Goodness, this book was more expensive than seven of Lockhart's books combined! Indeed, Lockhart was still too young and inexperienced.
But Kyle didn't say anything; after all, it wasn't his purchase.
...
This time, they didn't run into any acquaintances and returned to the Burrow through the fireplace at the Leaky Cauldron.
Mrs. Weasley had just prepared breakfast—salted beef sandwiches and fried potatoes.
Percy didn't stay for the meal. He grabbed two sandwiches and hurried upstairs to continue his studies.
Kyle sat down next to Ron, who was struggling with a piece of salted beef, his face contorted in concentration.
"You're back, Kyle," Fred said, rubbing his chin. "What did you buy in Diagon Alley?"
"Dragon blood," Kyle replied, taking out the small bottle, which emitted a faint, pungent odor.
"Ugh, that smell is disgusting!" George pinched his nose. "Put it away!"
Kyle shrugged helplessly. Fresh dragon blood had a strong scent, and the apothecary's bottle was of average quality, only ensuring it didn't leak.
As Kyle placed the dragon blood back into his leather pouch, the pungent smell diminished.
"Dragon blood is not cheap," Fred asked, "Are you planning to brew a potion with it?"
"No, I have other uses for it," Kyle shook his head. "By the way, did you look at the parchment I gave you?"
"Speaking of that..." Fred suddenly stood up excitedly, "Kyle, you're a genius!"
"The magical formula you gave us is fantastic!"
George eagerly pushed a plate of salted beef sandwiches towards Kyle, "With just a small modification, all the problems were solved. It's a magical wand joke!"
"Don't tell me you're discussing those magical tricks again..."
At that moment, Mrs. Weasley approached with a plate of sausages, giving Fred and George a stern look.
"No, Mum!" George quickly explained, "We're discussing Ancient Runic Script."
"That's right." Fred also produced a piece of parchment covered in symbols and formulas, "We're studying the practical application of magic writing, it's Professor Babbling's homework."
Mrs. Weasley glanced at the parchment, which indeed had magic writing and the twins' handwriting.
"Sorry, Fred... and George."
Mrs. Weasley refilled their plates with sausages.
Fred winked at Kyle,
"It's fine... but Mum, I'm George!"
Kyle laughed and took a bite of his sandwich.
The beef jerky made by Mrs. Weasley was indeed dry and tough, almost like dried beef.
But the taste was still good.
After breakfast, Fred took out his flying broomstick:
"Kyle, let's play Quidditch later."
(End of Chapter)
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