Chapter 114 Special Letter

In the room, Chris was sitting on the sofa in the living room, talking to Mr. Weasley. ♦☟

On the way back, Mr. Weasley noticed the hopeless expressions on Fred and George's faces.

Because of his understanding of Molly and the twins, he didn't even go home after returning to the Burrow. He got out of the car and ran straight here.

As long as he was not at the Burrow, no one could speak for the twins when they were beaten.

Molly has been very nervous these days because of the dark wizard incident at Hogwarts. She can't eat well or sleep well every day, which makes him feel distressed.

Now that everything is finally over, it's good to let her spank the child to relax. Anyway, the twins have given them ready-made excuses, so there's no need to use them in vain.

"Oh, dear." After seeing Kyle, Mr. Weasley said with a smile: "I never had time to ask you how you were at school."

"It's great." Kyle said, "The professors are very easy to get along with, and the classmates are also very kind. It is exactly the campus life of my dreams."

"That's good." Mr. Weasley took a sip of whiskey. "Time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, you are already in your second year... Oh, and Ron, he is also going to school this year. ”

"Isn't it good?" Chris smiled beside him: "This way you and Molly can feel a lot more relaxed."

"Yes, that's right." Mr. Weasley took another sip of wine, "But if we really want to say it's easy, we'll have to wait another year. Ginny is no less worried than her brothers. ."

Then, he talked about some of Ginny's dark history and how she fought with Ron at home.

Kyle was not interested in the following things, so he took his luggage to the room upstairs. When he came down again, Mr. Weasley was about to leave.

"Are you really not going to eat together? Molly has prepared a lot."

"Next time, Arthur." Chris refused: "Today is the day we meet again after a long separation, and Charlie has graduated, so you guys probably have a lot to say to him.

In this way, I will go to you for a drink later. This time I brought back authentic cackle spirits from North America. "

"That's great." Mr. Weasley's eyes lit up and he said, "I've wanted to try that for a long time."

Mr. Weasley, like Chris, both likes to take a few sips when they have nothing to do, but they have a common characteristic, that is, they never drink too much, and they only drink a little bit every time, so as to keep themselves awake at all times.

Unless there was a particularly happy event, such as the day Ginny was born, Mr. Weasley got drunk and talked to everyone passing by about his experience when he and Mrs. Weasley were in love.

This incident later became the dark history that he most wanted to forget.

Shortly after Mr. Weasley left, a clanking sound soon began to sound in the kitchen.

The chicken legs lined up to coat themselves in egg wash and bread crumbs, and the table knives floated in the air, cutting the cabbage into thin shreds of even size.

The pancake next to it is working hard to stuff its belly with fillings, and then crawls into the oven wobblingly, even applying the oil itself.

Diana had never liked using magic to heat food directly. She always felt that something was missing from the food made that way.

Soon, a sumptuous dinner was ready.

It just so happens that Chris and Diana completed their tasks at almost the same time a few days ago, which just allowed them to get together today to celebrate the end of Kyle's school year.

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The three of them were chatting while eating at the table, but most of the time, Kyle was telling them about what happened in school.

This is what Chris and Diane care about most.

Kyle thought about his experiences this school year and selected some of the more interesting ones.

For example, his magical "Forbidden Mage" roommate, how exciting the school Quidditch game is, and how he and his friends sell maps and trinkets.

Forget about the Room of Requirement and sneaking into the Restricted Area in the middle of the night, the Weasley brothers' screams had just ended, and Kyle didn't want to follow in their footsteps.

When Kyle spoke, Chris and Diana listened quietly, but their expressions soon changed.

"Wait..." Chris raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but interrupt Kyle: "You sold those sorbus branches for seven hundred galleons?"

"Those are just raw materials." Kyle said seriously: "It took the six of us half a year from picking up... ahem, selecting suitable branches to finally making the finished product. It was not easy.

Seven hundred galleons, but it's just a bit of hard work fee. "

"Yeah..." Chris glanced at him suspiciously. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it.

And six little wizards earned seven hundred galleons in half a year... This is incredible enough.

He didn't have this ability when he was in school.

If Chris was just suspicious, then Diana was pretty sure Kyle wasn't telling the truth.

In her opinion, Kyle would never waste half a year for a hundred galleons. There is too much water in it, and half a month is almost enough.

"By the way, Dad." At this time, Kyle seemed to suddenly think of something and reminded: "I don't know if Fred and George have told their family about the galleons they earned. You can go find Mr. Weasley later. Don’t let anything slip when you’re drinking.”

Kyle really forgot that it had nothing to do with the gloating attitude they had at the station.

Chris took a sip of butterbeer and responded vaguely.

After dinner was over, Chris helped clear the table and then went to find Mr. Weasley with an exquisite wine bottle.

Kyle returned to his room.

Although I haven't been back for more than half a year, the room is very clean and there is no bad smell. It must have been cleaned in advance.

His box was still on the ground. Kyle packed it briefly and took out a pile of parchment from it and put it on the desk.

Before going to bed, he had one more thing to do, which was what he promised Kangna on the train.

He took one hundred and fifty galleons for using people's money to help others deal with disasters. If he didn't do the job well, others would give him a bad review.

Kyle took out a quill and ink, and soon the sound of swishing writing filled the room.

Kyle wrote two full pages of parchment before he stopped. He checked them once, made sure they were all right, and put them into an envelope.

Raton flew in from the window and raised one leg naturally.

"Same as before." Kyle looked at the name on the envelope and warned, "Go to the Owl Post Office in Diagon Alley and send the letter from there."

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