These Were All Gifts from My Godfather

Fred and George spent the whole afternoon in the Entrance Hall?

Upon hearing Harry's words, Kyle immediately guessed that the two of them must be waiting for him there.

It's a pity he didn't go through the main gate.

"I'm not looking for them," Kyle shook his head and said, "Sirius asked me to bring you something."

"Sirius?" Harry paused, startled. "Has he come to Hogwarts...? No, that's too dangerous! I'm going to find him right now!"

As he spoke, he started to run towards the entrance of the common room.

"No, he didn't come," Kyle stopped him in time, saying, "And even if he had, it wouldn't matter. The Ministry of Magic's retrial just ended, and he has been acquitted."

Harry blinked, then his face lit up with ecstasy. He grabbed Kyle's arm excitedly and asked, "Really? You're not kidding me?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Kyle said. "The details can't be explained in a sentence or two. You should read the newspaper... It was urgently reprinted this afternoon, and quite a few people should have received it by now."

Harry quickly turned to look at the others, trying to see who had the latest edition of the Daily Prophet, and inwardly regretted not having subscribed to one himself.

"Don't worry, the owl that will deliver your message is already on its way."

Kyle said, "So you should accept the things he bought for you first, so you don't miss dinner."

He took out the Mokeskin Pouch and took out its contents one by one.

A top-of-the-line wand care kit... gold-edged parchment... Siren brand ink... Augurey quill pen... dragon's blood... dragon's liver... sapphire star chart... a huge tub of candy... a huge tub of chocolate... a pure gold cauldron...

Every time Kyle took something out, Ron's lips would twitch.

These are the most expensive items in the shops of Diagon Alley, ridiculously priced, and all displayed in prominent positions. He had previously told Harry that only rich fools in Slytherin... like Malfoy, would use such flashy and impractical things.

But he never imagined that these things would one day appear in the Gryffindor common room, and that they were meant for Harry...

Especially when the sapphire star chart and the pure gold crucible were brought out, Ron felt that the entire common room brightened up considerably.

The dazzling golden light also attracted the attention of others, who gathered around.

While these items may not be as valuable as the Firebolt Harry received last school year, they are still quite impressive when viewed together.

"That's all," Kyle said, clapping his hands as he put down the last pure gold crucible.

"These... are all for me?" Harry was a little confused.

"Some of it is," Kyle thought for a moment and said, "But things like stationery and candy/chocolate... Sirius meant for you to share with your friends. He bought a lot, and you obviously can't use it all by yourself."

These are indeed Sirius's exact words. After all, he bought twenty sets of ink and Augurey, which would take Harry ten years to use up if Harry alone.

Unless he suddenly develops a love for studying... but that's unlikely.

Harry hadn't fully realized what was happening, but seeing the excited looks from those around him, he pushed the things forward and said, "Oh, okay... take them yourselves."

"Praise be to you, Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter is our king!"

While expressing their exaggerated gratitude to Harry, everyone picked out their favorite quills and candies.

As for the star chart and the crucible, which were unique items... no one touched them.

Ron received a red Augurey quill pen, several sheets of gold-edged parchment, and a handful of candy, and he grinned from ear to ear.

However, he felt he shouldn't need these parchments; using them to do his homework would be a crime.

Hermione did the same; she carefully tucked the parchment sheets into a large book, intending to use them when needed... such as to write a letter of recommendation to the Ministry of Magic.

There were about a dozen people in the common room at that time. After everyone had finished distributing the supplies, there were still some quill pens and ink left, and half a bucket of candy.

Harry put them away, intending to give them to Ginny and Neville, who weren't there yet.

While they were dividing up the items, Kyle had already reached the door of the common room.

The goods have been delivered. If we don't leave now, we probably won't be able to leave later. Let Sirius answer his question.

After all, this is a rare form of interaction.

Kyle pushed open the door and saw a person standing pitifully in the doorway.

"Neville ..." Kyle asked, "Have you forgotten the password again?"

"No, I know the password, you're just talking nonsense..." He stretched out his arm, revealing a line of words written on his palm.

"Then why don't you come in?"

"The Fat Lady ... she's not here." Neville said, feeling a pang of sadness and unease.

I couldn't log in before because I forgot the password, and now that I know the password, I still can't log in... Who can I complain to?

"Uh..." Kyle stared at the empty picture frame and muttered to himself, "How long have they been beating up Phineas? It's been so long and they still haven't come back..."

"What did you say? I didn't hear you," Neville said, looking up.

"Oh, it's nothing. I was just saying the Fat Lady might have gone to browse through the paintings." Kyle said to Neville after he went out, "Hurry inside, the door will close again in a bit."

"Th-thank you..." Neville quickly ran inside.

After the door closed, he patted his chest with a sense of relief. "Thanks to Kyle, otherwise I don't know how long I would have been stuck outside... Hmm? Kyle?"

Neville suddenly realized something and quickly looked up to survey his surroundings.

The gold and red sofa and curtains reminded him of the common lounge; he hadn't gone to the wrong place.

But isn't Kyle Hufflepuff? Why is he coming out of Gryffindor's common room...?

"Neville ..."

Just as Neville was feeling completely confused, he suddenly heard someone calling his name.

Harry ran over and asked, "Did you see Kyle just now?"

"I saw him, he opened the door for me," Neville said.

"When?"

"Just now, a minute ago."

"Oh...has he already gone back? I still have so many questions I want to ask him," Harry sighed in frustration.

"What happened?" Neville asked curiously. "Why is Kyle here?"

"He brought me some things," Harry said. "Oh, and you've come at the right time; these are for you."

He casually handed a quill pen and ink to the bewildered Neville, then took the large bucket of candy.

"Don't be shy, take as much as you can, these are all gifts from my godfather."