Top Floor Private Room

Bill slept until evening before being woken up.

The process is a little complicated.

Fred and George came up with the idea, Ron fetched the water, Ginny handed him the bucket, and finally Charlie poured the full bucket of cold water directly onto his face.

Even if Bill wanted to get angry, he wouldn't know who to punch.

Bill and Charlie rarely come back together, and it's also Kyle's birthday, so Mrs. Weasley has been busy in the kitchen since noon, preparing a large and sumptuous dinner.

Just as Kyle had expected, Chris had brought his 150-year-old Firewhisky.

Mr. Weasley's eyes lit up immediately when he saw the large number on the bottle.

Bill couldn't resist the temptation and ordered another small glass, but he learned from his previous mistake and sipped it slowly, just like Mr. Weasley.

So this time he didn't get drunk on the spot, but didn't collapse onto the table until dinner was over.

The soup from the plate splashed all over Percy, which annoyed him greatly. He even said that this was the outfit he was going to wear to work the next day.

Even though Mrs. Weasley used magic to clean up the soup, he still muttered something and went back to his room.

"If you're worried about getting it dirty, then don't wear it to dinner," Fred couldn't help but say.

"Perhaps they thought Mr. Crouch would suddenly come to visit," George said with a smile.

Mrs. Weasley slapped them, and they shut up.

However, this little incident did not dampen everyone's good mood.

After dinner, the children who hadn't been drinking were responsible for helping the drunk Bill upstairs to his room.

As for Charlie, he also lay on the table, facing Bill on either side of him.

Ron and Ginny struggled for a long time, but couldn't budge him. In the end, they could only move him from the chair to the floor.

Several Gnome curiously gathered around and poked his face with their long, thin fingers.

"Go away!" Ron waved his hand to chase away the annoying Gnome, then he and Ginny each grabbed his arm and dragged him back to the Burrow.

This caused Charlie to feel a dull ache all over his body when he woke up the next day, as if he had been stepped on by Dragon.

Two more weeks passed.

One evening in mid-August, Mr. Weasley returned home from the Ministry of Magic and suddenly excitedly summoned everyone.

"Did you get the tickets, Dad?" Fred asked expectantly.

"Oh, I wanted to give you a surprise," Mr. Weasley said, feigning disappointment, though he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

"What a surprise!"

He pulled out a stack of brightly colored tickets. "Thirteen in total, all of them for the best seats."

Fred asked in a low voice, "The best position is...?"

"The penthouse box," Mr. Weasley said. "The Minister for Magic is right in front of us."

"Wow! That's great!"

Fred and George, their faces flushed with excitement, patted each other's shoulders vigorously.

They had always thought Mr. Weasley would at most get a ticket in the regular stands, but they never expected him to get a penthouse box.

That's arguably the best spot in terms of view; you can clearly see the entire stadium.

"Dad, how did you do that?" Ron asked with admiration.

"Due to some special reasons, many people in the department were unable to attend the game, so the people from the Department of Magical Games and Sports simply gave the tickets to Chris and me, saying that this would prevent the penthouse box from feeling too empty."

"How lucky..." Ron couldn't help but say.

"But thirteen tickets aren't enough."

After the initial excitement, Fred quickly thought of something else and frowned, saying:

"There are nine people in my family, plus the Kyle family, Harry, Hermione, Cho, Kanna, Cedric... that's still quite a few."

"Don't worry, dear," Mrs. Weasley said with a smile. "I don't like those chaotic events. It's perfect that we can give the tickets to Harry and Hermione."

"We're the same," Chris said with a smile. "We have more important things to do than go to the Quidditch World Cup, which is why the top-floor boxes are so empty."

Also, Diggory should already have a ticket; we ran into him on the Department of Magical Games and Sports floor when we left."

"In that case... eleven tickets will be enough." Fred did the math. "The remaining two can be reserved for Cho and Kanna."

"That's awesome!" Fred and George high-fived again.

The group then arrived at the Burrow.

Mrs. Weasley is preparing to write letters to Harry and Hermione.

Hermione was fine; she could just write the letter and have it delivered by owl. But when it came to Harry, Mrs. Weasley was in a bind.

She remembered that Harry's aunt and uncle vehemently disliked wizards, and using an owl would definitely offend them.

"Leave it to me, Molly." Mr. Weasley stepped forward, saying confidently, "I know exactly how Muggle mail letters...they need this."

As he spoke, Mr. Weasley pulled a handful of colorful stamps from his pocket.

"Just stick these stamps on the envelope and drop it in the mailbox. Luckily, there's a mailbox right at the entrance to the Ministry of Magic... I've been wanting to try this for a while now."

"Are you sure, Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley asked. "Just put it in that tube or something?"

"You should trust me... I'm a professional."

"Alright then..." Mrs. Weasley picked up the stamps. "How many do I want?"

Mr. Weasley suddenly froze, pondered for a moment, then gritted his teeth, "Fill it up. If we don't have enough stamps, the letters will be returned."

"Good!"

Then Kyle watched as Mrs. Weasley affixed all the stamps to the envelopes, leaving only a small, roughly inch-square space for the Dursley family ' address.

"Actually..." Kyle couldn't help but say, "One stamp is enough. If you use too many, it will arouse suspicion."

"Oh, so one is enough?" Mr. Weasley asked in surprise.

"That's right." Kyle nodded, picking out a ten-pence stamp. "This one will do; peel off the rest."

Mr. Weasley was the quickest, collecting all the stamps in no time.

These were all his treasured possessions; he was heartbroken when he posted them earlier, but now he's got them back.

After resolving the matter of the letters, Mrs. Weasley clapped her hands.

"Alright, the match is this weekend. We just need to pick up Harry on Friday, and we'll have enough time."

"What if his aunt and uncle don't agree?" Ron asked. "He can't miss this competition."

"Of course he can't miss it."

Mrs. Weasley said, "Whether they like it or not, we're going to pick him up, but out of courtesy, we should pretend to ask their opinion first."