Two minutes later, Kyle was nearly blinded by the mountain of gold in the Vault.
"This… how much is there?"
The mountain of gold piled up and almost reached the ceiling.
"In fact, what's here is only a drop in the bucket compared to the wealth your father possessed in his prime."
Kyle turned his head in a daze. This was just a drop in the bucket?
Right, his father was once the head of the wizarding world, with influence across all of Europe…
Well, he still had a lot to learn.
With this huge sum of money, Kyle immediately dismissed a certain bold idea in his mind.
Actually, as Kyle rode the cart down the tracks to the deep underground Vault, he was memorizing the surrounding terrain and the security situation at Gringotts...
He had already thought out a preliminary plan for action, just waiting to recruit a few like-minded teammates to form The Three Wonders of England before implementing it.
But now that he had this large sum of money, he, whose ancestors had been farmers for three generations and were terrified of poverty, didn't need to take risks.
But he really wanted to pull off a heist!
"So, Professor, are we going to buy a wand now?" Standing on the street outside, Kyle tried hard not to glance towards the direction of Gringotts.
"Well... let's go buy clothes first. Custom-made clothing takes quite a bit of time. Then we can come back and pick up the clothes after we buy other things."
Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions was only one shop away from Gringotts, and Kyle easily found its location.
As soon as he reached the shop door, Kyle heard voices coming from inside.
"I think the left sleeve could be taken up a bit more, dear, let me—"
"Ouch!" a childish boy's voice cried out. "Be careful! Watch where you're sticking that needle, you stupid hag! Mother! I don't want this outfit!"
Another voice, tinged with indulgence, chimed in, "You're right, Draco. Now I see what kind of riffraff shops here... We can get much better clothes at Twilfitt and Tatting's."
Before he could even push the door open, the door of the clothing shop was shoved outwards roughly, the resulting gust of wind ruffling Kyle's bangs.
Appearing before Kyle was a well-groomed, high-quality human cub, with platinum blonde hair slicked back, and a proud expression on his handsome face.
Just a spoiled brat, Kyle thought.
Kyle, who was about to step aside, hadn't even moved when the other person spoke.
"Get out of the way!" Draco sized up Kyle's Muggle clothes. "You filthy Mudblood!"
Kyle's rude words instantly changed his mind. Although he didn't know what a "Mudblood" was, the adjective preceding it made it clear that it wasn't a compliment.
For spoiled brats like him, it was better to let them experience the harsh realities of life.
He glanced back. Professor Dumbledore hadn't caught up yet. Then...
Get him!
Kyle narrowed his eyes, took out a round object from his pocket, and threw it to the ground.
With a slight explosion, a bright light flashed.
Draco only felt a flash of light and then lost sight of Kyle.
A foot, that had somehow appeared behind him, kicked him to the ground.
"Leaf Village Body Technique Secret!" Kyle formed the tiger hand seal, a wild and evil grin spreading across his face – "Thousand Years of Death!"
Draco, kneeling on the ground, felt a sudden tightness in a certain area when he heard those words. (σ｀д′)σ→_|￣|○
Draco: I'm washing seaweed, washing seaweed~
A bloodcurdling scream pierced the air, and a figure arced gracefully through the air.
Kyle thought that this Draco kid could jump this far even with a frog leap. He could probably compete in the Olympics' pole vault without the pole.
"You...you!" The bear child Draco knelt on the ground, hands clutching the area, his voice trembling, then turning into a whimper, and finally, a loud wail.
Kyle, having severely wounded his opponent with the Thousand Years of Death, calmly spat out a water bubble to wash his hands, then looked up at the sky, pretending nothing had happened.
"Draco! What happened to you!" A blonde woman rushed out of Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.
Narcissa Malfoy turned her head and glared at Kyle, who was looking up at the sky, but then she saw the old man standing behind the boy.
"Dum..."
Kyle played the injured party, "Professor, he called me a 'Mudblood'."
"Madam Malfoy, is this true?" Dumbledore glanced at the tearful child, who was now sobbing in his mother's arms. His originally amiable gaze had become somewhat cold.
Perhaps emboldened by his mother's support, Draco, who had just suffered a brutal beating, suddenly became defiant. "Look at his clothes, aren't they just..."
"Draco!" Narcissa, annoyed by her son, stopped him from being rude again.
"I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore, he's just a child."
Standing beside Dumbledore, Kyle whispered, "Just be careful in your next life."
Several black lines appeared on Dumbledore's forehead.
"What do you mean, 'be careful in your next life?' Are you trying to kill someone?"
Dumbledore suddenly agreed with Newt; Hogwarts was indeed about to become "lively".
"I think, young Mr. Malfoy, that he might need to learn some proper etiquette," Dumbledore said, glancing at Draco, whose face was flushed red after Narcissa had scolded him.
Hearing Dumbledore's words, Narcissa Malfoy's expression turned a bit grim.
After saying goodbye to Dumbledore, she grabbed the little brat Draco and left without looking back.
Dumbledore looked down at Kyle and then glanced at the suspicious puddle on the ground. "We were only a few steps apart, and you've already caused trouble."
"Uh, Professor, to be precise, the trouble came looking for me," Kyle said, pulling a self-made kunai from his Ninja Tool Pouch. "If I were serious, this is what I would have used."
Kyle silently added in his mind: If he hadn't failed to figure out how to make Exploding Tags, there might have been one of those attached to it.
Just like how Naruto dealt with Gaara.
The sharp weapon in his hand was taken away, and the Ninja Tool Pouch at his waist was also confiscated.
Kyle looked up and saw a hint of gloom on Dumbledore's face.
Kyle pretended to be innocent and blinked at Dumbledore, his gaze falling on a shop behind Dumbledore, "Oh, right, Professor, would you like to have some ice cream?"
Watching Kyle, who had hopped over to Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour in a few steps, Dumbledore rubbed his temples with a bit of a headache.
For the first time in his life, he experienced what it was like to take care of a child, especially a troublesome child with a powerful destructive force.
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