Chapter 248: Lovegood
Chapter 248: Lovegood
Kyle's invitation to Nicole Mei's residence was meant to be a secret, but as Dumbledore once told Harry, secrets have a way of spreading...
Upon Kyle's return, he was surprised to find that everyone seemed to know about his visit.
During dinner, Mr. Weasley, like Chris an hour earlier, bombarded Kyle with questions about Nicole Mei and whether he had seen a talking refrigerator there.
"Dad's biggest idol is Nicole Mei," Fred whispered beside him. "Ever since he accidentally met Headmaster Dumbledore and found out where you were, he's been so excited."
George shrugged. "I guess he thinks Nicole Mei's house is full of talking Muggle appliances."
In the end, under Mr. Weasley's expectant gaze, Kyle had to disappointingly inform him that there was no talking refrigerator at Nicole's place, and the lawnmower didn't dance the tap while telling jokes.
In fact, none of the Muggle appliances Mr. Weasley could think of existed there.
This left Mr. Weasley extremely disappointed.
But Kyle couldn't help it; the estate in Paris where Nicole lived was a place he had resided in long ago, back when the Muggle world hadn't even invented light bulbs yet.
Even the beach chair Nicole sat on while listening to opera was brought over from Devonshire.
Although Mr. Weasley wasn't interested in the beach chair, to get closer to his idol, he decided to buy the same chair and modify it.
This decision displeased Mrs. Weasley greatly. The car incident wasn't over yet, and now there would be an additional chair that might turn into who knows what... Wasn't there enough trouble at home already?
It was clear from her angry gaze that Mr. Weasley was in for it after dinner.
...
Others were equally curious about Kyle's month-long experience.
However, upon learning that Kyle had spent an entire month reading books, Fred, George, and Ron's curiosity diminished significantly.
In their opinion, holidays were for fun, and reading was an unforgivable waste of time.
Percy did ask a few questions, but it was evident that he wasn't very interested either.
After all, there was no alchemy in the Hogwarts exams, so he didn't need to waste time on this extra knowledge.
Of course, there were also those who were completely unaware of the situation, like Harry.
Since Mr. Weasley brought up the topic, Harry couldn't close his mouth.
He only knew that someone had invited Kyle over, but he never imagined that it was Nicole Mei, a legendary wizard who had lived for over six hundred years and created the Philosopher's Stone.
Harry was still struggling with his homework, while Kyle had already visited the home of such a renowned wizard.
It must be said that sometimes the gap between wizards is greater than that between wizards and goblins.
After dinner, Mr. Weasley was indeed dragged back into the house.
Fred and George, having eaten too much, felt a bit stuffed, so they invited Kyle and the newcomer, Harry, to participate in a reserved program of St. Mungo's Village... goblin-bashing.
"The rules are simple, Harry," Fred said as he effortlessly pulled a goblin resembling a large potato from the flowerbed. "You can throw it or hit it with a stick, but the goal is to make the goblin fly as far as possible."
And so, like this..."
As he spoke, he took out a Bludger from behind him and, with a very standard pose, sent the Goblin flying.
Seeing Harry's surprised expression, George explained, "Goblins have very tough skin, and a wooden bat won't harm them."
"Sometimes I even feel they can replace the Bludgers," he added.
Harry was still hesitant, but after being bitten hard by a Goblin, he transformed into an emotionless batting machine...
"Oh... Harry, that one was at least two hundred feet."
"I think it was at least two hundred and fifty feet..."
Since it was already late, they didn't really play a game but instead estimated the distances based on their feelings.
"I feel like the angle was a bit off just now... This time, I'll hit it even further!" Harry skillfully picked up a Goblin from the ground that was watching the commotion and swung the bat again.
"Well done, Harry," George said, looking up. "A perfect straight hit. I think you have the talent to be a Beater..."
"Ouch!"
But before he could finish his sentence, a painful moan suddenly came from the distance.
Did they hit someone?
The group exchanged glances and hurried in the direction of the sound.
From afar, they saw a figure crouching down, holding their head.
(Chapter End)
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