Transaction

To be honest, when the shopkeeper saw the pouch of money Kyle had taken out, his eyes practically turned red.

The cost of obtaining a dragon egg was only around fifty Galleons. As long as he could transport it back safely without being discovered, he could make a whopping hundred and fifty Galleons in profit.

In 1899, a hundred and fifty Galleons was truly an enormous sum that was rarely seen. Most Diagon Alley shops might not earn that much in half a year, and now all he had to do was find a dragon egg and the money would be his... It was hard not to be tempted.

"Come inside."

The shopkeeper looked around cautiously, grabbed Kyle by the arm, pulled him into the shop, and promptly locked the door.

"What is this for?" Kyle calmly gripped his wand.

"There are too many people outside. If someone reports this to the Ministry of Magic, wouldn't that be trouble for you too, sir?" the shopkeeper said with a smile, pouring Kyle a cup of the shop's finest black tea.

"As you know, sir, the International Confederation of Wizards has recently been planning to establish a Dragon Sanctuary. The Ministry of Magic has also become increasingly strict when inspecting dragon-related items, especially dragon eggs. Once a transaction like this is discovered, it won't simply be a matter of confiscation... Surely you wouldn't be suited to life in Azkaban."

"So you don't want to make this deal?" Kyle asked.

"No, no, no. Making money always comes with a bit of risk." The shopkeeper shook his head. "As it happens, I know someone who has dragon eggs and is looking to sell them, but..."

His voice trailed off there.

"But what?"

"He isn't in England. I'd have to make the trip myself, which