Chapter 197: The Weasley Brothers' Promise
Chapter 197: The Weasley Brothers' Promise
Cedric and Autumn returned just before evening.
To welcome their return to school, Fred and George had purchased several large bottles of butterbeer from Hogsmeade.
This group of six... well, almost everyone in the team received a bottle, except for Kyle.
"You guys are holding a grudge, aren't you?" Kyle looked at the butterbeer in everyone else's hands and pursed his lips, "I was just joking, and you're still holding it against me..."
"Oh, isn't this Kyle from Merlin's Knightly Order?" Fred said in a very surprised tone, "You should have told us earlier. I thought someone of your high status wouldn't deign to drink butterbeer."
"Hold on, I don't think he's a member of Merlin's Knightly Order." George said, "In the trophy room, he only has one Special Contribution to School trophy."
"And it's from last year..."
"It's been outdated for a long time..."
"I say, if it's just Merlin's Medal, believe me, I'll use it to knock your heads every day from now on." Kyle rubbed his forehead and said.
After a weird silence...
"Ha..." George let out a strange cry, then covered his stomach and laughed loudly, "I can't take it anymore... hahaha... Fred, did you hear what he said?"
"Of course, George, I heard it very clearly." Fred wiped away his tears of laughter, "Let's quickly get the last bottle of butterbeer out. He's started talking nonsense."
"I think so too..."
"Using Merlin's Medal to knock our heads, this joke is too funny..."
"I could laugh for a whole year..."
Kyle looked at the butterbeer they passed to him and asked calmly, "What if I can do it?"
"Then we'll take care of your butterbeer from now on!" Fred said nonchalantly.
"If someone can really get Merlin's Medal in their second year, I'll wear three trophies and fly around the school while doing a tap dance."
"Count me in too!"
As they spoke, even they found themselves laughing.
Kyle raised an eyebrow and silently took a sip of butterbeer without saying a word.
This drink was indeed delicious, somewhat like hot cocoa, with a buttery aroma in every sip, but surprisingly not greasy at all, no wonder it was so popular.
In the future, it might be worth considering having a cup every day... just not sure if the Weasley brothers' wallets can handle it.
...
Not long after the students returned to Hogwarts, the evening banquet also began.
Hermione watched as Ron was filling a large plate with food and frowned, "What are you doing? And where's Harry? Isn't he going to eat dinner?"
"That's what I wanted to tell you."
Ron held a chicken leg and said helplessly, "Harry is sleeping in the dormitory. I called him many times, but it was useless.
If I don't bring some food now, he'll be hungry when he wakes up."
"Sleeping... now?" Hermione was even more puzzled.
She could understand Harry's tendency to feel sleepy, as he was often drowsy in the library, but why now?
"Wait, don't tell me you're planning to go night walking again!" Hermione asked cautiously.
"Of course not, we stopped night walking long ago!" Ron's face turned red.
"It's Kyle, he gave Harry a bottle of Elixir of Life and Death, saying it can solve his nightmare problem."
Then, Ron briefly recounted what happened in Hagrid's hut that afternoon.
“…Harry only had a little, but he's been asleep for four hours now.”
“How much did he drink?”
Ron thought for a moment. “I'm not sure, probably just a small cup, but definitely not much.”
“Do you think that's pumpkin juice?” Hermione frowned. “I read in a book that just a small spoonful of Elixir of Life and Death can make someone fall asleep for two hours. He drank a whole cup of it?”
“Yeah, I know. Kyle said the same thing,” Ron sighed. “What should we do now?”
“There's nothing we can do. We can only wait for him to wake up on his own, but that might not be until late at night or even the next morning.” Hermione looked at the large tray in Ron's hand. “Are you sure you need to bring so much?”
“Of course. What if it's not enough for Harry?” Ron said casually. “It's true that it takes a long time, but as long as we put it in the fireplace to roast, it'll taste as good as freshly made. That's how we ate during the holidays.”
Hermione stared at him, a dangerous glint in her eyes.
“So you spent the entire holiday researching how to roast food and didn't even look for Niccolme, right?”
“We did! We even went to the Restricted Section!” Ron quickly defended himself. “You probably don't know this, but the books there make loud noises when opened. We almost got caught by Filch.”
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Hermione looked at him suspiciously; this was the first time she had heard that books could scream, and she couldn't help but doubt if this was an excuse made up by Ron.
But Ron confidently patted his chest, assuring that what he said was true... after all, Harry had told him all this, and Ron was very confident.
After the opening feast, everyone returned to the dormitories.
As Hermione had said, 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 a half-filled cup of pumpkin juice beside him. Harry didn't care whose it was; he picked it up and took a big gulp.
“Where am I... in the dormitories?”
Harry put down the cup and started to look around.
Next to the pumpkin juice, there was also a tray filled with abundant food.
A wave of hunger hit Harry, and he felt his throat moving. His stomach felt like it had been punched, and it was very uncomfortable.
Harry hadn't felt this way since leaving the Dursleys.
Harry picked up a roasted potato and ate it in a few bites, skin and all, which made him feel much better.
Neville and Seamus were sleeping, while Ron sat beside them, propping his chin up with his hand and nodding off.
Harry walked up and nudged him. “Ron, why are you sleeping here?”
Ron, startled awake, opened his eyes and mumbled, “Hmm... Harry... oh, thank goodness, you're finally awake...”
“How long did I sleep?” Harry asked.
“I don't know...” Ron rubbed his eyes, “but it's definitely been more than eight hours. How do you feel now?”
“Great!”
Harry said excitedly, “This is the most comfortable sleep I've ever had. I didn't dream at all.”
“That's wonderful...” Ron yawned and sat on his own bed.
He wanted to say something more, but he was too tired to open his mouth. Before he knew it, he had fallen into a deep sleep.
(End of Chapter)
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