Chapter 238: Department of Mysteries
Chapter 238: Department of Mysteries
Early that morning, Kyle went downstairs for breakfast as usual.
In the living room, only Chris was present.
In fact, ever since the honorary ceremony, Diana hadn't returned.
Kyle had asked Chris about it, but he didn't know what had happened. He only knew that the mission of the Department of Mysteries seemed extremely important this time.
Just two days ago, the ninth floor of the Ministry of Magic, where the Department of Mysteries was located, had been completely sealed off. Elevators couldn't reach it, and paper airplanes carrying messages were all stopped outside.
Not only that, but even Minister Cornelius Fudge couldn't get in.
Because of this, the Minister had thrown a huge tantrum.
Unfortunately, even if he had banged his head against the elevator, the ninth floor wouldn't open.
Unlike other departments in the Ministry, the Department of Mysteries had a great deal of independence and wasn't under the jurisdiction of the Minister of Magic.
After all, the Department of Mysteries had existed long before the Ministry of Magic was established. Strictly speaking, the two were merely in a cooperative relationship.
Usually, when there were no issues, the Silenced Ones might even give the Minister some face.
But it was different if there were special circumstances.
At times, this so-called Minister might not even be as important in their eyes as an Oracle Crystal Ball.
Kyle was curious if this mission of the Department of Mysteries would be related to Voldemort.
"Today is the second week of your vacation, right?"
On the table, Chris handed Kyle a plate of smoked meat and asked anxiously, "Are you sure that was the letter Mr. Niccolme wrote to you?"
"Dad, I've said it many times," Kyle said helplessly, putting down the bread in his hand. "The letter was from Mr. Filch, and even Headmaster Dumbledore acknowledged it. They wouldn't be joking about this."
"I know... but that's Niccolme!" Chris still found it hard to believe.
As a legendary wizard spanning six centuries, Niccolme was too famous. It could be said that wherever there were wizards, there were legends of him.
Many people found it difficult to meet him, but Kyle was actually invited to be a guest.
Since receiving this news, Chris had felt a sense of unreality.
Kyle bit into a piece of bread with a helpless expression. Chris had been like this for the past few days, and he had gotten used to it.
It was just an invitation to be a guest; was there a need to be so surprised? After all, he was the youngest recipient of the Merlin Knight Order Medal. This was too unbelievable.
...
"Bang... Bang!"
At this moment, the sound of knocking suddenly came from the door.
"Is it someone here to pick you up?" Chris asked.
"Probably not," Kyle shook his head calmly.
Today was the agreed-upon day, but it was still too early, not even 8 o'clock yet... Moreover, he was too familiar with this knocking sound. Last year at this time, he could hear it almost every day.
Kyle got up and opened the door.
The next second, two identical faces appeared before him.
"Kyle, thank goodness you're still home," George said with relief. "We remembered that you're supposed to leave today."
It was indeed Fred and George.
Kyle's face showed no surprise as he calmly stepped aside and said, "Come in and talk."
Fred looked past Kyle and shook his head solemnly, "We won't be able to guide you today. You must be busy, so we won't take up your time."
"We're here to borrow an owl today."
"Borrow an owl?" Kyle was taken by surprise.
He had initially thought that Fred and George were going to borrow the attic for their "Rapid Escape Potion" like they did last year.
Moreover, the Weasley family's owl, Errol, was already quite old. However, under Chris's care these past few years, it was still relatively robust, and delivering letters shouldn't be a problem.
"Yes," Fred replied with a grin. "The Quick Escape Candy series is very popular, and we've received many orders even during the holidays..."
"We need to send the products to our customers," George added, taking out a piece of parchment filled with densely written names.
"So many..." Kyle was surprised. "They're not attending classes now, so why are they buying escape candies?"
"Don't you notice that most of the names on this list are first-year young wizards? And they're mostly buying Gummy Candies."
Fred smiled and said, "During the holidays, they can't use magic..."
"But this magical candy allows them to showcase the wonders of magic at home."
"It's an idea George and I came up with before the break."
Fred proudly continued, "We even reduced the amount of Swelling Potion to make the tongue transformations less exaggerated."
"Indeed, it's a huge success..."
Fred suddenly became agitated. "But Percy has been hogging Errol, and he won't let us use it."
"Alright," Kyle nodded and stepped outside, extending his arm.
"Laton!"
In a short while, a massive owl flew over from the nearby forest. Its round belly indicated that it had just returned from a buffet.
"It's so majestic."
Despite having seen it many times, Fred couldn't help but gaze at Laton in surprise.
It was an owl, but it was larger than two Errols combined—its size was truly exaggerated.
Moreover, Fred felt that Laton seemed even bigger than the last time he saw it, wondering how Kyle managed to raise it.
Looking at Laton, Fred seemed to suddenly remember something and asked quietly, "Does it track other owls delivering letters?"
"What are you two up to!" Kyle asked, his guard up.
They were even tracking owls; this was too much. Were they planning to expand their customer base to Azkaban?
"It's not someone else's, it's Percy's," George explained mysteriously.
"He always says he's sending letters to exchange homework with other heads of houses..."
"But we're sure it's not that..."
"The way he acts when sending letters is too strange, like a goblin sneaking potatoes..."
"So, we want to see who he's writing to."
Kyle shook his head and said seriously, "I advise you to drop this idea. Laton won't agree, and neither will any other owl. Some might even go on strike."
"Don't worry, we know owls won't agree to this. We're just talking; we don't plan to actually do it."
Kyle noticed the Cheshire grin on Fred and George's faces and realized they had been playing a prank.
George shrugged and said, "We need to hurry and deliver the products our customers are eagerly waiting for."
"This is much more important than Percy's big head."
(End of Chapter)
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