The Weasley Brothers' Promise

Cedric and Cho didn't return until late afternoon.

To welcome them back to school, Fred and George specially bought several large bottles of Butterbeer from Hogsmeade.

This group of six... well, almost everyone in the team got a bottle, the only one who was left out was Kyle.

"You guys are really holding grudges," Kyle said, glancing at the Butterbeer in the others' hands. "I was just making a little joke, is it really necessary to hold a grudge like this..."

"Oh my, isn't this Kyle of the Order of Merlin?" Fred said with great surprise. "You should have told us sooner. I thought someone of your high status would disdain drinking Butterbeer."

"Wait a minute, I don't think he's a member of the Order of Merlin," George said. "In the Trophy Room, he only has one trophy for Special Award for Services to the School."

"And it was from last year..."

"It's been outdated for a long time..."

"I'm telling you, that's enough!" Kyle rubbed his forehead and said, "It's just the Order of Merlin, believe me or not, I'll hit you on the head with it every day."

After an eerie silence...

"Ha..." George let out a strange cry, then clutched his stomach and laughed loudly, "I can't take it anymore... Hahaha... Fred, did you hear what he said?"

"Of course, George, I heard you perfectly well." Fred wiped away tears of laughter. "Let's hurry up and get the last bottle of Butterbeer out; he's starting to talk nonsense."

"I think so too..."

"To hit us on the head with the Order of Merlin, that's a really funny joke..."

"I could laugh for a whole year..."

Kyle looked at the Butterbeer they offered him and calmly asked, "What if I could actually do that?"

"Then we'll cover all your Butterbeer from now on!" Fred said nonchalantly.

"If anyone actually manages to win the Order of Merlin in second grade, I'll wear three trophies on my head and tap dance around the school."

"Count me in too!"

As they spoke, even they themselves were amused.

Kyle raised an eyebrow, silently took a sip of his Butterbeer, and said nothing.

This stuff is really delicious, kind of like hot cocoa. One sip and you're filled with the aroma of butter, but it's not greasy at all. No wonder it's so popular.

I might consider having a cup every day from now on... I just don't know if the Weasley brothers' wallets can handle it.

The banquet began shortly after the students returned to Hogwarts.

Hermione frowned as she watched Ron fill a large plate with food. "What are you doing? And where's Harry? Isn't he going to eat dinner?"

"That's all I wanted to say."

Ron, holding a chicken leg, said somewhat helplessly, "Harry is sleeping in his dorm. I've called him so many times, but it's no use."

If we don't bring more now, he'll go hungry when he wakes up.

"Sleep... now?" Hermione was even more confused.

She understood that Harry was prone to sleepiness; he was always dozing off in the library, but why did he have to sleep at this particular time?

"Wait, you're not planning another night out, are you?" Hermione asked warily.

"Of course not, we stopped going out at night a long time ago!" Ron blushed slightly.

"It was Kyle. He gave Harry a bottle of the Draught of Living Death, saying it could solve his nightmares."

Then, Ron gave a brief account of what had happened at Hagrid's Hut that afternoon.

"... But Harry drank a bit too much; he's already slept for four hours."

"How much did he drink?"

Ron thought for a moment and said, "I don't know, maybe a small cup, but definitely not much."

"What did you think that was, Pumpkin Juice?" Hermione frowned. "I read in a book that just a small spoonful of the Draught of Living Death can make someone fall into a deep sleep for two hours. He actually drank a cup?"

"Yes, I know, Kyle said the same thing." Ron sighed. "So what do we do now?"

"There's no other way but to wait for him to wake up on his own, but that might be late at night, or even early the next morning." Hermione glanced at the large plate Ron was holding. "Are you sure you want to take all this stuff?"

"Of course, what if Harry doesn't have enough?" Ron said casually. "It does take a while, but if you just put them in the fireplace to roast, they'll taste just as good as freshly made. That's what we eat during the holidays."

Hermione stared at him, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"So you spent the entire holiday figuring out how to bake food and didn't even go see Nicolas Flamel, right?"

"We looked, and we even went to the Restricted Section!" Ron quickly defended himself, "You probably don't know, the books there make a really loud noise when you open them, we almost got caught by Filch."

Hermione glanced at him suspiciously. It was the first time she had ever heard of a book making a scream, and she couldn't help but wonder if this was just an excuse Ron had made up.

Ron, however, patted his chest confidently, insisting that everything he said was true... After all, Harry had told him this himself, so Ron was very certain.

After the opening banquet, everyone returned to their dormitories.

Hermione was right; Harry didn't slowly open his eyes until late at night.

He wanted to speak, but felt a dryness in his throat. Luckily, there was a half-full glass of Pumpkin Juice next to him. Although he didn't know whose it was, Harry didn't care anymore and picked it up and took a big gulp.

"This is... the dormitory?"

Harry put down his cup and began to look around.

Next to the Pumpkin Juice was a plate filled with a generous amount of food.

A wave of hunger washed over him, and Harry's throat bobbed. He felt as if his stomach had been punched, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

I hadn't felt this way in a long time since I left the Dursley family.

Harry picked up a roasted potato and swallowed it whole, skin and all, in just a few bites, which made him feel much better.

Neville and Seamus were sleeping, while Ron sat at the table, propping his chin up with his hand and nodding his head.

Harry went over and nudged him. "Ron, why are you sleeping here?"

Startled awake, Ron opened his eyes and mumbled sleepily, "Um... Harry... Oh, thank goodness, you're finally awake..."

"How long have I been asleep?" Harry asked.

"I don't know..." Ron rubbed his eyes, "But it's definitely been more than eight hours. How are you feeling now?"

"Fantastic!"

Harry exclaimed excitedly, "This is the best sleep I've ever had! I didn't dream at all!"

"That's great..." Ron yawned and sat down on his bed.

He wanted to say something more, but he was so tired that he fell into a deep sleep before he could even open his mouth.