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After a burst of laughter, Cedric rubbed his eyes and asked, "We'll be at Hogwarts soon. Are we still selling maps this year?"

"of course."

Fred nodded immediately and said, "This is a big deal worth more than ten Galleons, and there is only one chance every year. Of course we can't miss it."

"That's right." George glanced at Kyle and said with a grin, "As seniors, how can we bear to see those lovely freshmen get lost?"

Kyle raised an eyebrow.

This was clearly his line, but George interrupted it.

"Do you have anything to do later?" Cedric suggested. "If not, why don't we just make the map here?"

The train has just departed and there are still several hours before it arrives at Hogwarts, which is enough time for them to make a batch of maps.

Qiu and Kanna agreed immediately. They really had nothing to do and they didn't like playing wizard chess, so it would be nice to find something serious to do.

Fred and George thought about it and agreed.

Although they had just agreed with Lee Jordan to go to the Slytherin box together to walk the spider, compared with earning Galleons, these little things could be completely ignored.

So, several people turned their eyes to Kyle.

"Of course I have no objection."

Kyle shrugged and said, "Now that you've made your decision, clean up the table quickly. There's no room for parchment with so many snacks."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone hurriedly cleaned up all the snacks on the table.

Seeing this, Kyle turned around and took out two stacks of parchment from the box.

The thick stack is the most common parchment in Wenrenju. One stack contains ten sheets, and there are discounts if you buy more.

Kyle took out about seventy or eighty photos.

The other pile was much smaller, with only a dozen or so.

However, the parchment here is all fine quality, the surface of the paper is soft and clean, and there are special patterns drawn with gold lines at the top and bottom.

It's real gold, not that gold paint they used last year.

Of course, the price of this kind of parchment is naturally very expensive, one sheet costs one Galleon.

Kyle placed the two piles of parchment, along with the original map, on the table.

"What are you waiting for? Let's get started."

Everyone reached out for the ordinary parchment and each took a dozen sheets.

Watching their actions, Kyle said unhappily, "You guys are good at making things easier for yourselves."

Although the process of copying spells is the same, the one in Kyle's hand requires some special embellishments and decorations.

These things are more troublesome to make.

Originally he was just being polite, but he didn't expect this person to be so impolite. If he had known this, he would have chosen him first.

Kyle sighed.

Unexpectedly, under the influence of the Weasley brothers, even Cedric and Connor learned to be sneaky.

These two brothers are really causing a lot of harm to others.

Kyle sighed again, silently took out his wand and tapped it on the parchment.

"Copy in pairs."

The texture of the map began to appear little by little on the blank parchment.

This time, Kyle estimated that the duration of the replication spell could be extended to a full semester.

Soon, the box became bustling with activity.

There were fewer and fewer blank parchments, but more and more ready-made maps.

"boom!"

But just when everyone was concentrating on using the copying spell, there was a sudden sound of knocking on the door outside.

And it was their box door that was smashed.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 138 Do you want to blackmail me?

"boom!"

The door of the box was hit hard from outside, and the door frame suddenly made a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound.

Kyle, who was concentrating on maintaining the copying spell, was startled by the sudden sound, and raised his wrist subconsciously.

"Shira..."

A long and narrow cut suddenly appeared on the map that had just been completed.

"I……"

Kyle's eyes twitched as he looked at the completely scrapped map.

This is one Galleon...

The others were also frightened by the sound of knocking on the door. Fred, who had just finished reciting the copy spell, had a trembling hand and directly printed the map on George's robe opposite him.

"Merlin's beard! This is the new robe I bought this year."

George looked at his robe, his eyes full of distress, "Kyle, do you have any way to get rid of this thing?"

"Of course there is a way, and it's very simple."

Kyle narrowed his eyes and looked up toward the door.

Through the glass on the door, he could clearly see three young boys standing in the corridor outside.

"That Harry Potter, he actually gave up Malfoy's friendship for that damn Weasley, that's so stupid, just like his parents!

They are like this too... they don't know what's good for them!"

Draco Malfoy thought of this and pounded hard on the door of the box next to him again.

"And that Weasley."

Goyle, who was next to Malfoy, covered his fingers and said angrily, "He actually dared to let his pet bite me. I must beat him up."

Gore is a very strong man. Although he looks like a wooden block carrying a teapot, it is undeniable that his angry look is indeed quite intimidating.

"Don't worry, Goyle, there's always a chance."

Malfoy rubbed his aching wrist and said coldly, "My father is the school director. When we get to Hogwarts, I have a hundred ways to make them regret what they did today."

After saying that, he tidied up his messy hair and was about to leave with Crabbe and Goyle to go to the other Slytherin carriages.

But at this moment, the door of the box next to him was opened.

"One moment, gentlemen."

Kyle stood there, glancing expressionlessly at the three people in front of him, and finally set his sights on the pale boy.

Judging from the position, the one who broke the door should be him.

After confirming the target, Kyle said calmly, "It was you who smashed the door just now."

"Uh...yeah, it's me."

Malfoy was surprised for a moment, then said formally: "My name is Draco Malfoy, I'm sorry to bother you."

Although Malfoy was very polite and courteous, Kyle could see that when he spoke, there was undisguised arrogance in his eyes.

Especially after he said his name, his arrogance became even more obvious.

But Kyle didn't care and said calmly: "Your attitude is not bad. How about this, as long as you compensate us for the loss just now, this matter will be over."

"loss?"

Malfoy was stunned for a moment, then he saw Fred and George behind Kyle.

For a moment, the only bit of politeness on his face disappeared, and was replaced by a look of disgust.

"Red hair... it's those damned Weasleys again, and their weird friends."

Malfoy looked at Kyle, casually pulled out a gold Galleon from his pocket and threw it over, sneering, "No need to look for the rest... Oh, I forgot to mention, this is a gold Galleon, you probably don't even know what it looks like."

After saying that, Malfoy raised his legs and was about to leave. He didn't want to stay any longer than a second.

But a hand stopped him.

"and many more……"

Kyle shook the gold galleons in his fingers and said calmly, "These are not enough."

Malfoy paused, took a deep breath, and threw another gold Galleon to Kyle.

He used a lot of strength, as if he wanted to use the Galleon to smash the hateful guy in front of him to death.

Kyle caught it easily and then shook his finger again.

"Sorry, it's still not enough..."

"Don't go too far!"

Malfoy's face flushed slightly, and he said angrily: "If you keep pestering me, I will tell my father that you are blackmailing me!

He is the governor of Hogwarts and has the right to expel you!"

"I think you may have misunderstood." Kyle raised his eyebrows and said, "I am a good student who won the Special Contribution Award for the school. How could I do something like blackmail?

I am just asking for compensation for my losses. Not to mention the school directors, even if the Minister of Magic comes, he can't say anything."

"Award for Special Contribution to the School?" Malfoy sneered, "You... Wait, are you the freshman named Kyle?"

He remembered that his father did tell him during the summer vacation that a freshman had won the Special Contribution Award for the school.

I think it should be the person in front of me.

"To be precise, it should be the second year. You are the freshman."

Kyle said, "Well, can we move on to discussing compensation now?"