“In that case, let’s move to another place; this is really not a suitable spot for a chat.” Drools wiped the sweat from his forehead. Although he often worked in this high-temperature environment, it didn’t mean he liked chatting in such a place.
He led the three people to an office not far away… to call it an office was generous; it was really just a stone-built house that didn’t have any drafts.
Drools went in, gulped down a pot of water, then turned and asked, “Is there something you need, you two?”
“Not really.” Newt said, turning to push Kael forward, “Mainly, he has this invoice concerning the Fire Dragon Reserve.”
“Invoice?” Drools asked in confusion.
He couldn’t recall the Fire Dragon Reserve owing money to anyone.
If anyone else had said that to him, he would have turned and just walked away without wasting a word on them, but the one speaking was Newt Scamander, and that was different…
As the most important guest and partner of the Fire Dragon Reserve, Newt’s contributions there were no less than anyone else’s, and they deeply respected him.
Not to mention Headmaster Dumbledore was also present.
So even if it seemed impossible, Drools still seriously looked at Kael and said, “Can I have a look?”
“Of course.” Kael nodded and handed over a piece of parchment.
The moment Drools saw that parchment, he froze.
This was real. He was all too familiar with the magic contract on it, unique to the Fire Dragon Reserve, and that signature…
Birdman Strick, the Reserve’s first head.
Drools hurriedly took the parchment and examined it carefully, his expression constantly changing.
From confusion to shock, and then to disbelief…
“Is this… a donation certificate?” He suddenly looked up, his voice trembling slightly, “By Merlin’s beard, could you be that mysterious benefactor?”
He shook his head again, “No, that can’t be right; the age doesn’t match. The Reserve received this donation about a hundred years ago, but you’re not even twenty yet. If I’m not mistaken, this should be something from your previous generation, right?”
“Is there a problem?” Kael asked, not denying it. After all, even if he explained, Drools probably wouldn’t believe him.
“Of course not.” Drools shook his head, saying earnestly, “In fact, we’ve been searching for this person. His assistance to the Reserve is immeasurable. It’s just I’m curious why only Mr. Birdman’s signature is on here.”
“Perhaps it was just a habit back then.” Kael said, “Anyway, a magic contract can’t be faked, can it?”
It wasn’t a habit, of course, but Kael’s requirement. That was in 1899, and he certainly couldn’t sign his own name then.
Back then, although Birdman also didn’t understand Kael’s request, since Kael didn’t mind and was eager to quickly receive the donation, Birdman naturally didn’t mind either.
“That’s also true.” Drools returned the parchment to Kael, “If I’m not mistaken, you’ve come this time to collect your rightful profits.”
“That’s right.” Kael nodded, “May I?”
“You certainly may.” Drools suddenly laughed, “We’ve been waiting for nearly a hundred years, but because no one came to claim it, the money has now been deposited in Gringotts’ Vault.”
“How much is there in total?” Kael asked with curiosity.
“Six thousand three hundred and fifty Galleons.” Drools said.
Kael raised an eyebrow. It seemed his profits had increased some as the Fire Dragon Reserve developed.
Is six thousand Galleons a lot?
It certainly is, even for a head of department at the Ministry of Magic, saving up all their salary would take six years.
But from another perspective, it’s really not that much; for example, purchasing power. Three thousand Galleons a century ago should equate to about ten or twenty thousand today.
Of course, from Kael’s point of view, he was definitely profiting.
Even Dumbledore had to take notice; he had been present throughout everything.
Wow, three thousand Galleons doubled just like that. This money came in faster than robbing Gringotts. How did he not think of this back then?
What, amnesia?
Alright then, never mind.