Even though he couldn’t see the other person’s face, Kael could guess what expression he had now.
“Headmaster Dumbledore is here too, isn’t he?” came a sigh from the Two-Sided Mirror.
“Yes, he’s right beside me,” Drools said.
After a moment of silence, Birdman’s voice came through the Two-Sided Mirror.
“Give it to them, it’s real.”
“But the requirements on this…”
“It’s all real… Oh my, Jill actually laid a dragon egg, I need to go check it out.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the Two-Sided Mirror went black, leaving Drools standing there in bewilderment.
If he remembered correctly, Jill was a male Swedish Short-Snout, right?
But Birdman’s words revealed quite a bit of information; this contract seems to be real, and very likely it was given out by him.
Drools took several deep breaths and looked up at Kael again, struggling to manage a smile.
“I apologize for the awkwardness.”
“No problem,” Kael said, “I just care whether the conditions on this can be fulfilled.”
“Since Mr. Birdman agreed, and there is an official contract… of course, there’s no problem,” Drools said through clenched teeth.
“But not you.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means the wizard who signed this contract must come personally,” the now calm Drools pointed to the top line of the parchment.
“Unlike a donation, this states very clearly that it is only effective for the individual, cannot be transferred, and cannot be inherited.”
“I know, but that’s me,” Kael said.
Drools raised an eyebrow; did he think him a fool?
The date on this was 1899, ninety-seven years ago, but how old was Kael, how could he possibly be…
“Oh! Merlin’s beard!”
Drools nearly jumped out of his seat.
Because he saw Kael place his wand on the parchment, and to his astonishment, the contract pattern on the parchment lit up and transformed into Magic Text that detached from the parchment.
This meant that Kael’s Magic Power was exactly the same as the Magic Power forming the contract pattern.
But how was that possible… this was a contract from ninety-seven years ago.
Drools felt like his brain was about to explode; the shock was comparable to witnessing Jill lay a dragon egg with his own eyes.
This situation completely exceeded his realm of understanding, and the bit of reason he managed to regain quickly shattered.
“No more problems now, right?” Kael asked with a smile.
“W-wait a moment.” Drools quickly stood up, opened the door, and ran out.
“I guess he’s going to find Birdman,” Newt said from beside him, “After retiring, he built a house behind the reserve and invited me several times to be his neighbor… but the Romanian Ministry of Magic wouldn’t agree to me living here.”
That was for sure… Kael thought privately, if it weren’t for Dumbledore’s assurance, the British Ministry of Magic probably wouldn’t agree to Newt living in Dorset either.
However, Birdman’s remark just now made him very curious.
“Professor,” Kael looked at Dumbledore, “Do you think he already knows?”
“I remember once when he met me, he seemed very surprised and asked me some questions,” Dumbledore said, “but I didn’t understand at the time, just thought his questions were odd; now it seems he must have recognized me.”
Back then Dumbledore was with Kael, and even after he aged, his appearance was still quite recognizable, so it’s not surprising to be identified.
“No problem, right?” Kael asked.
“Should be fine,” Dumbledore thought for a moment, “Birdman isn’t one to talk much, and he’s only interested in fire dragons.”
“That’s good,” Kael said.
About half an hour later, Drools returned.
Kael initially thought Birdman would come with him, but after waiting for a while, he realized no second person entered.
“Did you find out?”
“I couldn’t find him,” Drools said through gritted teeth, “There’s only a letter in the house.”
He placed the letter on the table, the handwriting on it was messy, obviously written in a hurry.
The general idea was, “I have something that requires me to go out for a bit, you handle the matters in the reserve.”
“Looks like Birdman is feeling guilty,” Newt said with a laugh.
Honestly, the conditions on that legal Dragon Raising Certificate were indeed absurd; if he were Birdman, he’d probably hide for a while too.
“Do you need us to help find Birdman?” Kael asked Drools.
“No need, I can guess where he is,” Drools rubbed his forehead.
“So now…”
“We’ve agreed,” Drools said after a moment of silence, helplessly, “Since the Magic Contract is fine, we will naturally keep our promise.”