Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

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 had noticed Fred and George's unloved expressions.

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

As long as he wasn't at the Burrow, there was no one to speak for the twins when they were being beaten.

Molly has been very nervous these days because of a dark wizard incident at Hogwarts. She can't eat or sleep well every day. He looks distressed.

Now that everything has finally passed, it's good to let her beat the child to relax. Anyway, the twins have sent over ready-made reasons, so it's not for nothing.

"Oh, dear." After seeing Kyle, Mr. Weasley said with a smile: "I haven't had time to ask you how you are doing at school."

"It's great." Kyle said, "The professors are easy to get along with, and the students are also very kind. It's exactly the campus life I dreamed of."

"That's good." Mr. Weasley took a sip of whiskey, "How time flies, and you are already in the second grade in a blink of an eye... Oh, and Ron, he is going to school this year gone."

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

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

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

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

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

"Next time, Arthur." Chris refused, "Today is a long-lost reunion day, and Charlie has already graduated, so you probably have a lot to say to him.

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

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

Mr. Weasley, like Chris, likes to drink a few sips when they are free, but they have a common characteristic, that is, they never drink too much, and they only drink a little every time, keeping themselves in a sober state at all times.

Unless it is a particularly happy event, such as the day Ginny was born, Mr. Weasley got very drunk and pulled everyone passing by to talk about his love experience with Mrs. Weasley.

This incident later became the black history that he wanted to forget the most, not one of them.

Not long after Mr. Weasley left, there was a clanging sound in the kitchen.

The chicken legs lined up to coat themselves in egg wash and bread crumbs, and the knife floated in mid-air, cutting the cabbage and shreds into evenly sized filaments.

The pancake next to it was trying to fill its stomach with stuffing, and then crawled unsteadily into the oven, even applying the oil itself.

Diana had always disliked heating food directly with magic, she always felt that something was missing from the things made that way.

Soon, a sumptuous dinner is ready.

Coincidentally, Chris and Diana finished their tasks at almost the same time the other day, just in time for them to get together today to celebrate the end of Kyle's school year.

The three of them ate and chatted at the dinner table, but most of the time, it was Kyle who was telling them what happened in school.

And that's what Chris and Diana care about most.

Kyle thought about his experience of this school year, and selected some interesting content from it.

For example, my magical "Forbidden Magician" roommate, how wonderful the school Quidditch competition is, and how he and his friends sell maps and trinkets.

As for the Room of Requirement and sneaking into the Restricted Section in the middle of the night, forget it, the Weasley brothers' screaming had just ended, and Kyle didn't want to follow in their footsteps.

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

"Wait..." Chris raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help interrupting Kyle, "You sold those sorbet branches for seven hundred Galleons?"

"That's just the raw material." Kyle said seriously, "It took the six of us half a year from picking... ahem, choosing the right branches, to making the finished product. It was not easy.

Seven hundred Galleons, but it was just a fee for hard work. "

"Yeah..." Chris gave him a suspicious look. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

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

He didn't have it when he was in school.

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

In her opinion, Kyle would never waste half a year for one hundred Galleons. There was too much water in it, half a month was about the same.

"By the way, Dad." At this moment, Kyle seemed to think of something suddenly, and reminded: "I don't know if Fred and George have told the family about the Galleons they earned, you can go to Mr. Weasley later When drinking, don't say that you slipped your mouth."

Kyle really forgot, and it had nothing to do with their gloating attitude at the station before.

Chris took a sip of his butterbeer and mumbled a reply.

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

Kyle went back 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 simply tidied it up, took out a stack of parchment from it and put it on the desk.

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

He even charged 150 Galleons for using people's money to eliminate disasters. If he doesn't do things well, others will give bad reviews.

Kyle took out the quill and ink, and the sound of writing quickly sounded in the room.

Kyle wrote two full pages of parchment before stopping. He checked it and put them in the envelope after making sure there was no problem.

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

"It's the same as before." Kyle looked at the name on the envelope, and said, "Go to the Owl Post Office in Diagon Alley, and post the letter from there."

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