Chapter 197: The Weasley Brothers' Promise
Chapter 197 The Promise of the Weasley Brothers
Cedric and Autumn came back towards evening.
To welcome them back to school, Fred and George bought several large bottles of butterbeer from Hogsmeade.
They are a group of six people... Well, almost everyone in the team received a bottle, and the only person missing was Kyle.
"You guys are too vindictive." Kyle looked at the butterbeer in other people's hands, sipped his lips and said, "I was just making a little joke. As for now..."
"Oh, isn't this Kyle from Sir Merlin?" Fred said in a very surprised tone: "You should have told us earlier. I thought that a noble person like you would disdain to drink butterbeer. "
“Wait a minute, I think he is not a member of the Merlin Order.” George said: “In the trophy room, he only has a trophy for the Special Contribution Award to the school.”
“And it was last year…”
“It has been out of date for a long time…”
“I said you’ve had enough!” Kyle rubbed his forehead and said, “Isn’t it just the Order of Merlin? Believe it or not, I will hit you on the head with it every day.”
After a period of eerie silence…
"Haha..." George let out a strange scream, then held his stomach and laughed loudly: "I can't do it anymore... Hahaha... Fred, did you hear what he said?"
"Of course, George, I heard it very clearly." Fred wiped away the tears from laughter: "We'd better take out the last bottle of Butterbeer quickly, he's starting to talk nonsense."
"I think so…"
“Hitting our heads with the Order of Merlin is such a funny joke…”
“I can laugh for a whole year…”
Kyle looked at the butterbeer they handed over and asked calmly: "What if I can really do it."
“Then we’ll cover all your butterbeer from now on!” Fred said nonchalantly.
“If someone could win the Order of Merlin in second grade, I would tap dance and fly around the school with three trophies on my head.”
“Count me in too!”
As they said this, even they themselves were amused.
Kyle raised his eyebrows and took a sip of butterbeer silently without saying anything.
This stuff is really delicious, a bit like hot cocoa. It is filled with the aroma of butter in one sip, but it doesn't feel greasy at all. No wonder it is so popular.
From now on, I might consider having a drink every day... I just don’t know if the Weasley brothers’ wallets can support it.
…
Not long after the students returned to Hogwarts, the dinner began.
Hermione looked at Ron, who was loading food on a large plate, and frowned: "What are you doing, and what about Harry, he isn't going to have dinner?"
“That’s what I’m going to say.”
Ron held a chicken leg and said helplessly: "Harry is sleeping in the dormitory. I called him many times, but it was of no use.
If he doesn’t bring more now, he will be hungry when he wakes up. "
"Bed... now?" Hermione became even more confused.
She could understand that Harry got sleepy easily. He was always drowsy when he was in the library, but why did he have to sleep at this time?
"Wait a minute, don't you want to go on a night out again?" Hermione asked warily.
"Of course not, we stopped going out at night a long time ago!" Ron blushed.
"It was Kyle. He gave Harry a bottle of water of life and death, saying it could solve the problem of nightmares."
Then Ron gave a general summary of what happened in Hagrid's hut that afternoon. “…It’s just that Harry drank a little too much, he’s been sleeping for four hours.”
“How much he drank.”
Ron thought for a moment and said, "I don't know, maybe a small cup, but certainly not much."
"What do you think that is, pumpkin juice?" Hermione frowned: "I have read in the book that only a small spoonful of the water of life and death can make people sleep for two hours, and he actually drank a glass?"
"Yeah, I know, Kyle said the same thing at the time." Ron sighed, "What should we do now?"
"There is no other way but to wait for him to wake up on his own, but that may take until the middle of the night or even the early morning of the next day." Hermione looked at the big plate in Ron's hand, "Are you sure you want to take something like this?" Too many things?"
"Of course, what if Harry doesn't have enough to eat." Ron said casually: "Although it does take a long time, as long as they are roasted in the fireplace, they will become as delicious as freshly made. During our holidays This is how they all eat.”
Hermione stared at him, a flash of danger in her eyes.
“So you spent the whole holiday figuring out how to bake food and didn’t even go to Nicolas Flamel, right?”
"We searched, and we even went to the forbidden book area!" Ron quickly defended: "\'You probably don't know yet, but the books there will make a loud noise when opened, and we were almost caught by Filch. "
Hermione glanced at him suspiciously. This was the first time she had heard that books could scream, and she couldn't help but wonder if this was an excuse made up by Ron.
Ron, however, swore and patted his chest, indicating that what he said was true... After all, these were all told by Harry himself, and Ron was very confident.
After the opening dinner, everyone returned to the dormitory.
Hermione was right. It wasn't until late at night that Harry slowly opened his eyes.
He wanted to speak, but his throat felt dry. Fortunately, there was half a glass of pumpkin juice next to him. Although he didn't know who it belonged to, Harry couldn't care less, so he picked it up and took a big sip.
“This is...the dormitory?”
Harry put down his cup and began to look around.
Beside the pumpkin juice, there is a plate full of hearty food.
A feeling of hunger came over him, and Harry's throat moved. He felt as if someone had punched his stomach, which was very uncomfortable.
Since leaving the Dursleys, I haven't felt this way for a long time.
Harry picked up a baked potato and swallowed it with the skin in just a few bites, which made him feel much better.
Neville and Seamus were sleeping, while Ron was sitting at the table, resting his chin on his hand and moving his head little by little.
Harry stepped forward and pushed him: "Ron, why are you sleeping here?"
Ron, who was awakened, opened his eyes and said drowsily: "Well... Harry... oh, thank God, you finally woke up..."
“How long have I been asleep?” Harry asked.
"I don't know..." Ron rubbed his eyes, "But it must have been more than eight hours. How do you feel now?"
"Excellent!"
Harry said excitedly: "This is the most comfortable sleep I have ever had. I didn't have any dreams."
"That's great..." Ron yawned and sat down on his bed.
He wanted to say something more, but because he was so sleepy, he fell into a deep sleep before he could open his mouth.
(End of this chapter)