The good news was that Fred and George didn't receive the golden invitations they'd been dreaming of.
But they did receive a little talking contraption.
It looked just like a Bowtruckle wearing a tailcoat and a bowler hat. Somehow, it had made its way into the Burrow and was standing before them, elegantly tipping its hat.
It was amazing. Who would've thought they'd live to see a Bowtruckle act so politely?
As if by magic, a line of text sprang out of the bowler hat, glowing yellow as it hung in midair.
"Oh, Kyle, you can't do this..."
Before dawn, Sirius came rushing to Ottery St. Catchpole and knocked on Kyle's door.
"Another one. Look what you've done..."
The door opened from the inside. Chris pressed a hand to his forehead and said helplessly, "Come in, but you'll have to conjure your own chair."
Sirius froze for a moment, then noticed that Kyle's house was already full of people.
The conspicuous mass of red hair on the sofa in the middle belonged to the Weasley family. Nearly all of them were here—even Bill and Pheobe, who lived far away at Shell Cottage, and Charlie, who was always at the Dragon Sanctuary.
Nearby were familiar faces from the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic, such as Kingsley, Lupin, and Tonks.
There were also people he knew but wasn't close to, and people he didn't know at all.
Kyle's living room wasn't very big, and now it was packed to the brim.
As he stepped inside without thinking, an owl carrying a red envelope happened to fly in through the door.
Wait, a red envelope...
Before Sirius could even relax, a box was thrown at the owl. A long tail poked out of it and coiled around the owl