Special Letter

Inside the room, Chris was sitting on the sofa in the living room, talking to Mr. Weasley.

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

Knowing Molly and the twins, he didn't even go home after returning to the Burrow; he went straight here after getting off the bus.

As long as I'm not in this the Burrow, there'll be no one to speak up for the twins when they get beaten up.

Molly has been very anxious these past few days because of the dark wizard incident at Hogwarts. She hasn't been eating or sleeping well, and it breaks his heart to see her like this.

Now that everything's finally over, it's good for her to relax by hitting the kids. The twins have already provided a ready-made excuse, so why not take advantage of it?

"Oh, dear," Mr. Weasley said with a smile upon seeing Kyle, "I haven't had a chance to ask you how school is going."

"It's fantastic," Kyle said. "The professors are all very approachable, and the students are very kind. It's exactly the kind of campus life I've always dreamed of."

"That's good." Mr. Weasley took a small sip of whiskey. "Time flies. You're already in second year... Oh, and Ron, he's starting school this year too."

"Isn't that good?" Chris chuckled from the side. "This way, you and Molly will have an easier time, won't it?"

"Yes, that's right." Mr. Weasley took another small sip of his drink. "But if we're talking about an easy time, we'll have to wait another year. Ginny no less of a worry than her brothers."

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

Kyle wasn't interested in what happened next, so he took his luggage and went upstairs to his room. When he came back down, Mr. Weasley was just about to leave.

"Aren't you really going to eat together? Molly has prepared a lot."

"Next time, Arthur," Chris refused. "Today is a day we've been apart for so long, and Charlie has graduated. You two probably have a lot to talk about with him."

"Okay, I'll come find you for drinks later tonight. I brought back some authentic Gigglewater from North America this time."

"That's wonderful!" Mr. Weasley's eyes lit up. "I've been wanting to try that for ages!"

Like Chris, Mr. Weasley enjoys a drink or two when he has nothing to do, but they share a common trait: they never drink too much, always just a small sip, and always keep themselves in a sober state.

Unless it was something particularly joyful, like the day Ginny was born, Mr. Weasley would get completely drunk and grab every passerby to talk about his courtship with Mrs. Weasley.

This incident later became the darkest chapter in his history that he most wanted to forget, without exception.

Not long after Mr. Weasley left, a series of clanging and banging sounds soon filled the kitchen.

The chicken drumsticks lined up to coat themselves with egg wash and breadcrumbs, while a knife floated in mid-air, slicing cabbage into evenly sized shreds.

The dough next to it was stuffing itself with filling, then wobblingly crawling into the oven, even basking in the oil itself.

Diana never liked using magic to directly heat food; she always felt that things made that way were missing something.

Soon, a sumptuous dinner was ready.

Coincidentally, Chris and Diana completed their tasks almost simultaneously a few days ago, which allowed them to get together today to celebrate the end of Kyle's school year.

The three of them ate and chatted at the table, but most of the time Kyle was the one telling them about his experiences at school.

This is also what Chris and Diana care about most.

Kyle reflected on his experiences this academic year and selected some of the more interesting ones.

For example, his amazing "forbidden spellcaster" roommate, how exciting the school's Quidditch Match were, and how he and his friends sold maps and trinkets.

As for the Room of Requirement and sneaking into the Restricted Section at night, let's leave that aside. The Weasley brothers' screams have barely ended, Kyle doesn't want to follow in their footsteps.

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

"Wait a minute..." Chris raised an eyebrow, unable to resist interrupting Kyle, "You sold those pear tree branches for seven hundred Galleon?"

"That's just the raw material," Kyle said seriously. "From picking... cough cough, selecting suitable branches, to finally making the finished product, it took the six of us half a year. It wasn't easy."

Seven hundred Galleon, that's just a small fee for my trouble."

"Really..." Chris looked at him suspiciously. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

And the fact that six young wizards earned seven hundred Galleon in six months... that's incredible enough.

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

If Chris was merely suspicious, then Diana was certain Kyle wasn't telling the truth.

In her opinion, Kyle would never waste half a year for a hundred Galleon; that's far too much of a stretch. Half a month would be more like it.

"Oh, right, Dad," Kyle suddenly seemed to remember something and reminded him, "I don't know if Fred and George have told the family about earning Galleon. When you go to Mr. Weasley for drinks later, don't let it slip."

Kyle had truly forgotten, and it had nothing to do with their gloating attitude at the station earlier.

Chris took a sip of Butterbeer and mumbled a response.

After dinner, Chris helped clear the table and then took a nice wine bottle to Mr. Weasley.

Kyle returned to his room.

Although I haven't been back for more than half a year, the room is very clean and doesn't have any unpleasant smell, so it must have been cleaned in advance.

His box was still on the floor. Kyle tidied it up briefly and took out a stack of parchment, placing it on the desk.

Before going to sleep, he had one more thing to do: to fulfill his promise to Kanna on the train.

He's already taken 150 Galleon; if he doesn't do a good job, people will give him a bad review.

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

Kyle wrote two full pages of parchment before stopping. He checked them over to make sure there were no problems, then put them into an envelope.

Ladon flew in through the window, naturally raising one leg.

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