Chapter 270: The Shout Letter
Chapter 270: The Shout Letter
Kyle had spent just over an hour making more than twenty maps, and on the first day of school, he delivered them to the young wizards who had paid the deposit on time.
This was another generous Galleon deposit, and nothing could make him happier.
During breakfast, the group gathered around the Gryffindor table, ready to divide the spoils... ahem, distribute the fruits of their labor.
Their wallets were suddenly much fuller, and everyone was delighted.
As for why they were at the Gryffindor table... there was no special reason; it was simply because this place was the closest to the Great Hall entrance.
"Oh, Kyle, this is for you."
Fred and George counted out seven Galleons, put them in a cloth bag, and handed it to Kyle.
"A bet is a bet..."
George said with a hint of regret, "I swear, if we bet again, we'll be as good as a Crup!"
"Me too," Fred agreed, nodding beside him.
"Haha, I almost forgot about this."
Kyle took the cloth bag, and with a highly distrustful attitude, poured out all the Galleons onto the table, counting them carefully.
Last year, Fred and George had organized a small game, a prize-winning guess on when Professor Quirrell would leave the school.
Unable to resist their enthusiastic invitation, Kyle reluctantly joined in for a round.
The result, of course, was...
Twenty Galleons doubled, not only earning him some pocket money but also emptying Fred and George's wallets.
Not wanting to touch the funds prepared for opening their shop, the two had relied on their good relationship with Kyle and kept delaying the repayment until now, finally settling the forty Galleons.
"Not bad, exactly forty Galleons."
Amid Fred and George's glaring eyes, Kyle calmly put away the cloth bag.
"You two aren't playing this year... Professor Lockhart is a renowned wizard in the wizarding world. Many people would participate if it involves him."
"Hmph..." George snorted.
"Unless you don't participate," Fred said.
"Then I won't participate," Kyle said calmly.
He then turned to Conna beside him, "You prepare forty Galleons, and I'll count it as mine. If we win, we'll split it."
"Deal!" Conna nodded without hesitation.
"You two are enough!"
Watching these two conspiring loudly, Fred angrily bit into a slice of bread as if it were Kyle's head.
As mentioned earlier, if they ever play this kind of game with Kyle again, they'll be Crups... and the ugliest ones at that!
"Wait a moment," Cedric suddenly spoke up. "I remember, you have something to do, right?
You said that if Kyle received the Merlin Knight Order Medal in his second year, what would you do?"
"Oh, I know."
Qiu suppressed a smile and cooperated, "Wearing three trophies, do a tap dance around the castle."
"And Butterbeer," Conna also smiled at Kyle, "Great, you won't have to pay for Butterbeer from now on."
Fred and George's expressions turned even more unpleasant.
Wearing three trophies and doing a tap dance... Merlin's beard, how did they come up with such a crazy idea?
And covering all of Kyle's future Butterbeer expenses... how much would that cost!
For a moment, the two felt a chill in their hearts.
Fred even slapped himself...
"Smack!"
"Why can't I control my mouth!"
The crisp sound immediately drew the attention of those around them.
Even in Gryffindor, known for their bravery, those who dared to pull such a prank were few and far between...
They were all curious.
Fortunately, the mail arrived.
Hundreds of owls flew into the Great Hall, circling and dropping letters and packages onto the crowd below.
Kyle reached out and caught a copy of the Daily Prophet.
But before he could read it, a commotion nearby caught his attention.
An owl knocked over a milk jug... Milk and feathers splattered everywhere.
But that wasn't the main concern.
The focus was on the red envelope clutched in the owl's beak, now soaked in milk, offered his help, "I'll take care of it."
"Oh no..." Ron exclaimed from a distance.
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Many noticed the red envelope and looked over.
"That should be a Shout Letter, right?" Conna asked quietly.
"Yes," Kyle nodded.
"You'd better open it, Ron," Neville whispered from beside Kyle, "Not opening it will only make things worse. My grandmother sent me one, and I ignored it, but then..."
He took a breath, "That was terrifying."
"What will happen?" Cedric asked curiously.
He had only heard of Shout Letters, not experienced one himself.
"It'll explode," Kyle explained, spreading his hands, "And do you know what 360-Degree Surround Sound Effect is?
Sound comes from all directions, with fragments of the envelope everywhere, even audible across the Black Lake."
Ron's face paled as they spoke. As they watched, the four corners of the envelope began to smoke.
"Quick, open it," Neville urged, "Only a few minutes..."
Ron extended a trembling hand and carefully tore open the envelope.
"Run!"
Someone shouted, and the young wizards watching scattered.
Those who couldn't run, like Neville and Cedric, covered their ears.
Harry and Hermione, though unsure what was happening, followed suit, placing their hands over their ears.
And they immediately understood why...
Like an explosion, a deafening sound filled the Great Hall, causing dust to fall from the ceiling.
"...You stole a car, and if they expel you, I wouldn't be surprised. Just wait and see how I'll deal with you when I find out... Imagine how your father and I felt when we discovered the car was missing..."
Mrs. Weasley's voice was a hundred times louder than usual, causing the tableware to clatter.
Now, not just Gryffindor, but the entire Great Hall turned to look for the source of the sound.
Ron had already hidden under the table, only his red forehead visible.
But it was futile, as the shouting continued...
"...I never thought you'd do such a thing. You and Harry almost lost your lives!
...I'm so angry. Your father will be investigated at work, and it's all your fault. If you don't start behaving, we'll bring you back immediately!"
The shouting stopped, but the sound continued to buzz. The red envelope on the floor ignited, burning into ashes.
Kyle understood that Mrs. Weasley was angriest not about Ron stealing the car, but that he and Harry nearly lost their lives to the Whomping Willow.
If not for this incident, Mrs. Weasley probably wouldn't have been angry enough to send a Shout Letter.
...
(End of Chapter)
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