Chapter 451 Bill and Charlie
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Duan Wei Li Mao
Chapter 451 Bill and Charlie
For the next few days, Kyle stayed at his home in St. Catchpole Village and didn't go anywhere. He usually did homework or made props for refueling in the attic with Fred George.
Occasionally Cedric would come.
Because not only Chris, but also Mr. Weasley and Mr. Diggory were starting to get busy.
Because of this incident, Fred and George complained a lot, saying that they had to get up two hours early to have breakfast every day.
"Percy is quite happy." Sitting in the attic, Fred couldn't help but say while playing with a newly made firework. "I have a feeling he would love to live in the Ministry of Magic all day."
George nodded beside him, "He has started working now. In the Department of International Magical Cooperation, remember not to mention anything related to "foreign countries" if you don't want to be annoyed by him."
"Does he also discuss work matters with you at home?" Cedric asked curiously: "I think that's quite interesting."
His dad would never tell him anything work-related...unless he was drinking.
So usually, Cedric could only ask about something he was interested in when he was half drunk and half awake.
"Happy birthday." A piece of cream cake came directly over and almost hit him in the face.
"Work? Not really." Fred curled his lips, "I think the Ministry of Magic will definitely not let a new employee handle matters related to the International Federation of Magic."
"Or the Minister of Magic..."
Early that morning, a large group of owls flew over from various places and brought gifts from friends.
When it comes to Percy, Fred and George always find endless topics and fun to talk about.
"Charlie, Bill?" Kyle said with some surprise, "When did you come back?"
<divclass="contentadv">"Last night." Charlie waved his hand and said, "We made an appointment in advance."
Kyle picked up a bag of Bibi's All-Flavour Beans and ate them while opening the rest of the gifts.
"Would you like some wine?" He took out a wine bottle from the cabinet, looked at Bill and Charlie and asked,
"No, mom won't let us... wait." Charlie was just halfway through his refusal when he noticed a big number on the bottle in Kyle's hand.
This is Bill's character. They have known it for a long time. Mrs. Weasley used to cut his hair once a year... The habit of bringing hair cutting tools to the platform at the beginning of school was left over from that time.
On this day, Kyle finally received a reply from Sirius...
"Maybe he wants to directly become the director of the International Magic Cooperation Department through this exhibition..."
"Percy has become obsessed with this recently." George shrugged and explained: "I think he probably wants to hold an exhibition of thick-bottomed crucibles and is selecting suitable exhibits."
Bill has changed the most.
Fred put the cake on the table while Kyle grabbed some drinks.
In this happy atmosphere, time passed quickly, and sometimes Kyle couldn't help but glance in the direction of London, wondering how Sirius was doing now.
"Oh... then let's have some." Charlie pursed his lips.
"You wait a moment."
Moreover, he is still wanted and cannot go to Diagon Alley.
"And they probably have no interest in the bottom of the crucible." George couldn't help laughing: "I didn't realize before that Percy actually likes potions so much."
Let alone 150 years old.
……
"It should be fine..." Kyle thought to himself, "Lupine will definitely not kill him. As for the rest, Sirius will be fine and it will be over."
"It's okay, we'll just have to put up with him for another month."
"Happy birthday."
After graduation, he seemed to have completely let himself go.
"What a pity, you guessed wrong." Kyle laughed.
"Is it weird?" Bill shook his long hair.
"A little bit, but not much."
Oh my God, a second-level medal. When I first heard the news, I thought it was some old wizard with the same name. "
"Yeah... the bottom of the crucible is too thin, Fudge couldn't have discovered such a terrible thing!"
"The bottom of the crucible?" Cedric asked doubtfully, "What does this mean?"
"But if you give this to us, are you sure you won't get beaten up later?" Bill asked with a strange expression.
He sent a big package, which was full of different kinds of herbs... Almost everything that can be bought in Diagon Alley is in it, most of them are flowers and grass leaves, three of each kind, poisonous ones It was also wrapped extra, and it looked like it was made by Lupine.
Bill also stepped forward, smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
Kyle turned sideways and let several people into the living room.
Fred carefully put a finished firework into the box next to it. These will all be turned into Galleons later, so they were very concerned about it.
Halfway through eating the beans, a rustling sound suddenly came from downstairs.
It had been more than half a month since they returned from the cave. During this period, except for a brief reply from Lupin on the day of their return, Kyle had no news from Grimmauld Place 12 since then.
He looked darker than last year and had a new scar on his arm.
"How old is this whiskey?"
In this way, half of the holiday passed quickly, and the last day of July was Kyle's birthday.
He doesn't look like a wizard, but more like a rock music lover. The only difference is that he is wearing a pair of dragon skin boots.
Behind him was George, and two other Weasleys.
After all, Sirius is not so careful. If it were him, he would probably just pile the herbs together after buying them, and package them all for delivery.
"Of course not, don't worry." Kyle said, "My dad rarely drinks alone. Besides, you haven't been together for a long time. I guess he will invite you to drink with Mr. Weasley at dinner today." One cup.
You don't need to think about it to know that Fred must have done it on purpose, trying to scare him...
Fred was now at the front holding a huge cream cake, raised his head and smiled: "Happy birthday, Kyle!"
"Long time no see, little Kyle... Oh no, I should call you respected member of Sir Merlin now.
"You should be glad that mom is not here, otherwise she would be angry." Charlie pulled him behind and stepped forward to give Kyle a hug.
Kyle stuck his head out of the window and saw four striking red heads at a glance.
This is really good stuff. In the Leaky Cauldron, the best stock is only 100 years old, and it's hard to buy. Even if the average person is waving a lot of Galleons, Old Tom won't take it out.
Her original short hair turned into long hair, tied into a ponytail on the back of her head, and she wore an earring with a small fan-like thing hanging on it.
"Isn't it written, 150 years?" Kyle clicked on the number on the bottle, "Real aged fire whiskey, a gift from the Romanian Ministry of Magic."
Kyle put down the unopened gifts and went downstairs to open the door for them.
I just moved the time forward a little. "
"Then I'll have some too." Bill conjured up a fancy cup for himself.
Fred and George also wanted to taste it. They followed the same example and changed a cup and came out, but Kyle just threw two bottles of juice over as if he didn't see it.
For the next few days, Kyle stayed at his home in St. Catchpole Village and didn't go anywhere. He usually did homework or made props for refueling in the attic with Fred George.
Occasionally Cedric would come.
Because not only Chris, but also Mr. Weasley and Mr. Diggory were starting to get busy.
Because of this incident, Fred and George complained a lot, saying that they had to get up two hours early to have breakfast every day.
"Percy is quite happy." Sitting in the attic, Fred couldn't help but say while playing with a newly made firework. "I have a feeling he would love to live in the Ministry of Magic all day."
George nodded beside him, "He has started working now. In the Department of International Magical Cooperation, remember not to mention anything related to "foreign countries" if you don't want to be annoyed by him."
"Does he also discuss work matters with you at home?" Cedric asked curiously: "I think that's quite interesting."
His dad would never tell him anything work-related...unless he was drinking.
So usually, Cedric could only ask about something he was interested in when he was half drunk and half awake.
"Happy birthday." A piece of cream cake came directly over and almost hit him in the face.
"Work? Not really." Fred curled his lips, "I think the Ministry of Magic will definitely not let a new employee handle matters related to the International Federation of Magic."
"Or the Minister of Magic..."
Early that morning, a large group of owls flew over from various places and brought gifts from friends.
When it comes to Percy, Fred and George always find endless topics and fun to talk about.
"Charlie, Bill?" Kyle said with some surprise, "When did you come back?"
<divclass="contentadv">"Last night." Charlie waved his hand and said, "We made an appointment in advance."
Kyle picked up a bag of Bibi's All-Flavour Beans and ate them while opening the rest of the gifts.
"Would you like some wine?" He took out a wine bottle from the cabinet, looked at Bill and Charlie and asked,
"No, mom won't let us... wait." Charlie was just halfway through his refusal when he noticed a big number on the bottle in Kyle's hand.
This is Bill's character. They have known it for a long time. Mrs. Weasley used to cut his hair once a year... The habit of bringing hair cutting tools to the platform at the beginning of school was left over from that time.
On this day, Kyle finally received a reply from Sirius...
"Maybe he wants to directly become the director of the International Magic Cooperation Department through this exhibition..."
"Percy has become obsessed with this recently." George shrugged and explained: "I think he probably wants to hold an exhibition of thick-bottomed crucibles and is selecting suitable exhibits."
Bill has changed the most.
Fred put the cake on the table while Kyle grabbed some drinks.
In this happy atmosphere, time passed quickly, and sometimes Kyle couldn't help but glance in the direction of London, wondering how Sirius was doing now.
"Oh... then let's have some." Charlie pursed his lips.
"You wait a moment."
Moreover, he is still wanted and cannot go to Diagon Alley.
"And they probably have no interest in the bottom of the crucible." George couldn't help laughing: "I didn't realize before that Percy actually likes potions so much."
Let alone 150 years old.
……
"It should be fine..." Kyle thought to himself, "Lupine will definitely not kill him. As for the rest, Sirius will be fine and it will be over."
"It's okay, we'll just have to put up with him for another month."
"Happy birthday."
After graduation, he seemed to have completely let himself go.
"What a pity, you guessed wrong." Kyle laughed.
"Is it weird?" Bill shook his long hair.
"A little bit, but not much."
Oh my God, a second-level medal. When I first heard the news, I thought it was some old wizard with the same name. "
"Yeah... the bottom of the crucible is too thin, Fudge couldn't have discovered such a terrible thing!"
"The bottom of the crucible?" Cedric asked doubtfully, "What does this mean?"
"But if you give this to us, are you sure you won't get beaten up later?" Bill asked with a strange expression.
He sent a big package, which was full of different kinds of herbs... Almost everything that can be bought in Diagon Alley is in it, most of them are flowers and grass leaves, three of each kind, poisonous ones It was also wrapped extra, and it looked like it was made by Lupine.
Bill also stepped forward, smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
Kyle turned sideways and let several people into the living room.
Fred carefully put a finished firework into the box next to it. These will all be turned into Galleons later, so they were very concerned about it.
Halfway through eating the beans, a rustling sound suddenly came from downstairs.
It had been more than half a month since they returned from the cave. During this period, except for a brief reply from Lupin on the day of their return, Kyle had no news from Grimmauld Place 12 since then.
He looked darker than last year and had a new scar on his arm.
"How old is this whiskey?"
In this way, half of the holiday passed quickly, and the last day of July was Kyle's birthday.
He doesn't look like a wizard, but more like a rock music lover. The only difference is that he is wearing a pair of dragon skin boots.
Behind him was George, and two other Weasleys.
After all, Sirius is not so careful. If it were him, he would probably just pile the herbs together after buying them, and package them all for delivery.
"Of course not, don't worry." Kyle said, "My dad rarely drinks alone. Besides, you haven't been together for a long time. I guess he will invite you to drink with Mr. Weasley at dinner today." One cup.
You don't need to think about it to know that Fred must have done it on purpose, trying to scare him...
Fred was now at the front holding a huge cream cake, raised his head and smiled: "Happy birthday, Kyle!"
"Long time no see, little Kyle... Oh no, I should call you respected member of Sir Merlin now.
"You should be glad that mom is not here, otherwise she would be angry." Charlie pulled him behind and stepped forward to give Kyle a hug.
Kyle stuck his head out of the window and saw four striking red heads at a glance.
This is really good stuff. In the Leaky Cauldron, the best stock is only 100 years old, and it's hard to buy. Even if the average person is waving a lot of Galleons, Old Tom won't take it out.
Her original short hair turned into long hair, tied into a ponytail on the back of her head, and she wore an earring with a small fan-like thing hanging on it.
"Isn't it written, 150 years?" Kyle clicked on the number on the bottle, "Real aged fire whiskey, a gift from the Romanian Ministry of Magic."
Kyle put down the unopened gifts and went downstairs to open the door for them.
I just moved the time forward a little. "
"Then I'll have some too." Bill conjured up a fancy cup for himself.
Fred and George also wanted to taste it. They followed the same example and changed a cup and came out, but Kyle just threw two bottles of juice over as if he didn't see it.
