Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

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.

"Work? Not really." Fred curled his lips, "I don't think the Ministry of Magic will let a new employee handle matters related to the International Federation of Magic."

"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 liked potions so much. ♤"

"The bottom of the crucible?" Cedric asked doubtfully, "What does this mean?"

"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."

"Maybe he wants to directly become the director of the International Magic Cooperation Department through this exhibition..."

"Or the Minister of Magic..."

"Yeah... the bottom of the crucible is too thin, Fudge couldn't have discovered such a terrible thing!"

When it comes to Percy, Fred and George always find endless topics and fun to talk about.

"It's okay, we'll just have to put up with him for another month."

Fred carefully put a finished firework into the box next to it. These would all be turned into galleons in the future. They were very concerned about it.

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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.

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.

"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."

In this way, half of the holiday passed quickly, and the last day of July was Kyle's birthday.

Early that morning, a large group of owls flew over from various places and brought gifts from friends.

On this day, Kyle finally received a reply from Sirius...

He sent a big package, which was full of different kinds of herbs... almost everything that could be bought in Diagon Alley was in it, most of which were flowers and grass leaves, three of each kind, some of which were poisonous. It was also wrapped extra, and it looked like it was made by Lupine.

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.

Moreover, he is still wanted and cannot go to Diagon Alley.

Kyle picked up a bag of Bibi's All-Flavour Beans and ate them while opening the rest of the gifts.

Halfway through eating the beans, a rustling sound suddenly came from downstairs.

new

Kyle stuck his head out of the window and saw four striking red heads at a glance.

Fred was now at the front holding a huge cream cake, raised his head and smiled: "Happy birthday, Kyle!"

Behind him was George, and two other Weasleys.

"Charlie, Bill?" Kyle said with some surprise, "When did you come back?"

"Last night." Charlie waved his hand and said, "We made an appointment in advance."

"Just a moment."

Kyle put down the unopened gifts and went downstairs to open the door for them.

"Happy birthday." A piece of cream cake came directly over and almost hit him in the face.

You don't need to think about it to know that Fred must have done it on purpose, trying to scare him...

"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.

"Happy birthday."

He looked darker than last year and had a new scar on his arm.

Bill also stepped forward, smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Long time no see, little Kyle... Oh no, I should call you respected member of Sir Merlin now.

Oh my God, a second-level medal. When I first heard the news, I thought it was some old wizard with the same name. "

"What a pity, you guessed wrong." Kyle laughed.

Bill has changed the most.

After graduation, he seemed to have completely let himself go.

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.

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.

"Is it weird?" Bill shook his long hair.

"A little, but not much."

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.

Kyle turned sideways and let several people into the living room.

Fred put the cake on the table while Kyle grabbed some drinks.

"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.

"How old is this whiskey?"

"Isn't it written, one hundred and fifty years?" Kyle clicked on the number on the bottle, "Real aged fire whiskey, a gift from the Romanian Ministry of Magic."

"Oh... then let's have some." Charlie pursed his lips.

"But if you give this to us, are you sure you won't get beaten up later?" Bill asked with a strange expression.

This is really good stuff. In the Leaky Cauldron, the best stock is only a hundred 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. .

Let alone one hundred and fifty years old.

"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.

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.