“Thank you for your generosity. If you find Re’em horns as high-quality as these next time, please prioritize Nimbus Broomstick Company.”
At Diagon Alley’s Quidditch Boutique, a foreign wizard in a neatly tailored suit was all smiles as he walked Kael out the shop door.
“Naturally, after all, I am very satisfied with this transaction,” Kael said with a smile.
An hour earlier, he had left Grimmauld Place and came to Diagon Alley to prepare for some event funding.
The most valuable and easiest to sell among the items was the Re’em horns. Not only are they rare, but they’re not banned items either, and they are essential in broomstick crafting, ensuring there’s never an issue with selling them.
So, Kael directly walked into the Quidditch Boutique, and straightforwardly took out several Re’em horns, indicating he wanted to sell them.
Soon after, a wizard claiming to be the head of Nimbus Broomstick Company hurried over.
He wasn’t British. Due to Voldemort and the Death Eaters, the person in charge at Diagon Alley had resigned after the first attack there; he was assigned from Paris after receiving news through the Two-Sided Mirror.
After all, the Broomstick Company had more orders than just those from the United Kingdom’s Diagon Alley.
Initially, he was quite unhappy with this decision.
Because Britain was now a giant vortex, getting caught up could easily lead to destruction, and he naturally didn’t want to come.
But as soon as he saw the Re’em horns Kael had taken out, that thought vanished instantly.
The quality was so good. Honestly, he hadn’t seen Re’em horns this high-quality in a long time. Especially in recent decades, with broomsticks evolving rapidly, a greater variety of materials are needed, causing prices to skyrocket.
Though usually, the quality is hard to please, there’s just no choice—considering the limited quantity of Re’em—used until better ones run out, then settle for average ones.
Yet the Re’em horns Kael presented were not only sizeable, but their color was the most authentic reddish-brown. This caliber of horns he had only seen once before… on the exhibition stand at Nimbus Broomstick Company’s headquarters, seventy years ago.
He had a hunch that if he could bring these materials back, he could certainly earn a substantial bonus. If able to establish connections, he could even replace that cowardly superior.
Of course, he certainly didn’t dare to use force, having already learned from the shop assistant about Kael’s information.
A Triwizard Tournament champion, Dumbledore’s most promising student, with many connections to the Ministry of Magic.
And this is the United Kingdom, someone’s territory. He’d be crazy to antagonize him.
Thus, he wisely chose to make friendly overtures, offering the highest market price without haggling, along with several perks within his capacity.
Kael was equally satisfied.
He initially thought the transaction would be a bit tricky, but unexpectedly, the other party was so straightforward that after confirming the item’s authenticity, the transaction of a thousand Galleons for five Re’em horns was completed in less than half an hour.
It wasn’t that Kael only had these. He had more, but releasing too many at once could shrink prices.
Since he had goods on hand, he would take his time and not rush.
After shaking off the overly enthusiastic wizard, Kael walked along Diagon Alley’s slightly quieter streets. With an extra thousand Galleons, he suddenly wasn’t as eager to sell everything in one go.
Moreover, Kael considered his box contained many items; selling them all would take a lot of time, and multiple transactions could inevitably lead to price reductions, resulting in significant time wasting with negotiations.
He might as well open his own shop and display all the items there…
Kael suddenly stopped.
He remembered that, years ago, during Christmas, Sirius had gifted him a shop. At that time, he thought the gift was too valuable and wasn’t planning to accept it, but due to some events, he hadn’t found the time to decline before needing to leave Diagon Alley.
Why was that again… Kael thought for a moment. Since that was years ago, he couldn’t remember.
But it wasn’t important.
What was important was that the magic contract seemed to still be with him, and with subsequent events taking priority, he forgot about it, including Sirius having not brought it up again.
Furthermore, he remembered Sirius seemed to have prepared a shop next door for Harry, intending for them to join ventures after Harry’s graduation.
“Where was that shop located?” Kael glanced around, looking for any places with closed doors.
Only due to the attacks, many closed shops appeared recently, so searching like that wouldn’t work.
Kael vaguely remembered sitting together with Sirius and having ice cream…
Yes, ice cream!
Kael immediately changed directions and soon found Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor in the middle of the street. Not far from it, there were two shops with their doors closed and without signs.
“Yes, this is it.” Kael’s eyes lit up.
By opening this shop, he wouldn’t need to waste time running around, and the location was excellent, not just on the main street but also close to Gringotts Wizarding Bank, with Flourish and Blotts diagonally across—these were places young wizards often visited before school starts.