Department of Mysteries

Early that morning, Kyle went downstairs for breakfast as usual.

Chris was the only one in the living room.

In fact, Diana has not returned since the last medal ceremony.

Kyle had also asked Chris, but he didn't know what had happened either, only that the Department of Mysteries ' mission this time seemed to be very important.

Just two days ago, the ninth floor of the Ministry of Ministry of Magic, where the Department of Mysteries is located, was completely sealed off. The elevators could not reach it, and all paper airplanes used to deliver messages were blocked from entering.

Not only that, even Minister Cornelius Fudge couldn't get in.

Because of this, the minister threw a huge tantrum.

Unfortunately, even if he threw a tantrum, or even rammed his head against the elevator, the ninth floor wouldn't open.

Unlike other departments of the Ministry of Magic, the Department of Mysteries has a high degree of independence and is not under the jurisdiction of the Minister for Magic.

After all, the Department of Mysteries existed before the Ministry of Magic was established, so strictly speaking, the two were only in a cooperative relationship.

Normally, when things are going well, those Unspeakable might give Fudge some face.

However, the situation is different in special circumstances.

At times, Fudge, this so-called minister, was less important to them than a Prophecy crystal ball.

I wonder if this mission by the Department of Mysteries will be related to Voldemort.

Kyle was curious... but unfortunately Diana never told him anything about the Department of Mysteries.

"This is your second week of vacation, right?"

At the dinner table, Chris handed Kyle a plate of bacon and asked somewhat nervously, "Are you sure that's really a letter from Mr. Nicolas Flamel?"

"Dad, I've said it many times."

Kyle reluctantly put down the bread in his hand. "The letter was given to me by Mr. Mike Phil, and Headmaster Dumbledore tacitly approved it. They wouldn't joke about something like this, would they?"

"I know... but that's Nicolas Flamel!" Chris still couldn't quite believe it.

As a legendary wizard who spanned six centuries, Nicolas Flamel was so famous that his legend can be found wherever there were wizards.

Many people would find it difficult to even meet him, so it's unexpected that Kyle would be invited as a guest.

Since receiving the news, Chris has had a persistent feeling of unreality.

Kyle took a bite of bread with a hint of helplessness. Chris had been like this for the past few days, and he had gotten used to it.

He was just invited as a guest, why are you so surprised? He's the youngest Order of Merlin, this is really taking advantage of him.

"Bang... bang bang!"

Just then, a knock came at the door.

"Is this the person who came to pick you up?" Chris asked.

"It shouldn't be," Kyle said calmly, shaking his head.

Although today is the agreed-upon day, it's too early now, not even eight o'clock yet... Besides, he's too familiar with this knocking sound; he heard it almost every day around this time last year.

Kyle got up, walked over, and opened the door.

The next second, two identical faces appeared in front of him.

"Kyle, thank God you're still home."

George said with some relief, "We remembered you were leaving today."

It really was Fred and George.

Kyle showed no surprise, calmly stepping aside and saying, "Come in and let's talk."

Fred glanced through Kyle at his back, then shook his head seriously and said, "No, you must be very busy today, so we won't take up your time."

"We're here today to borrow the owl."

"Borrow an owl?" Kyle was somewhat surprised.

He had just thought that Fred and George were trying to use the attic for their "Skiving Snackboxes" like last year.

Besides, although the Weasley family' owl is quite old, it's been well taken care of by Chris in recent years and is still quite strong; delivering a message shouldn't be a problem for it.

"Yes."

Fred couldn't help but laugh, "The Skiving Snackboxes series is very popular; we've received many orders even during the holidays..."

"We need to send the items to them."

George took out a piece of parchment covered with densely written names.

"So many..." Kyle was somewhat surprised.

"Why would they buy Skiving Snackboxes class when there are no classes now?"

"Didn't you notice that most of the names on this list are first-year wizards? And almost all of them bought Ton-Tongue Toffee?"

Fred chuckled and said, "They can't use magic during the holidays..."

"But these magical candies allow them to perform magical feats at home."

"This was an idea that George and I came up with before the holidays."

Fred said smugly, "We even deliberately reduced the amount of swelling potion so that the changes in the tongue wouldn't be so exaggerated."

"As expected, it was a great success..."

Fred suddenly became a little angry, "But Percy the big-headed guy has been hogging Errol lately and won't let us use it."

"Okay." Kyle nodded, walked to the door, and stretched out his arm.

"Ladon!"

A moment later, a huge owl flew over from the nearby woods, its belly round and plump, clearly having just returned from a buffet.

"It's really impressive."

Despite having seen him many times before, Fred still looked at Ladon with some surprise.

They're both owls, but this one is bigger than two Errol combined; its size is simply outrageous.

Moreover, he felt that this owl was much bigger than the last time he saw it, and he really didn't know how Kyle managed to raise it.

Looking at Ladon, Fred seemed to suddenly realize something and asked in a low voice, "Does it track other mail-delivering owls?"

"What are you trying to do!" Kyle asked warily.

They're even using stalking! That's outrageous! What, are they planning to recruit clients in Azkaban?

"It's not someone else's, it's Percy's."

George said mysteriously:

"He kept saying that he was delivering the mail to exchange assignments with other Prefect..."

"But we're sure it's not..."

"The way he mailed the letter was so strange, like a Gnome stealing potatoes..."

"So we wanted to see who he was writing to."

Kyle shook his head and said seriously, "I advise you to give up this idea. Ladon will not agree, or rather, no owl will agree to this request. Some might even go on strike."

"Don't be nervous, we know the owl won't agree, so we're just saying it, we don't really intend to do it."

Kyle noticed the smirks on Fred and George's faces and realized they had done it on purpose.

George shrugged and said, "We still need to hurry up and deliver the products our customers have been longing for."

"This is much more important Percy's big head."