Chapter 453: The Top Box
Chapter 453: The Top Box
Bill slept until evening, only to be roused from his slumber.
The process was a bit complicated.
Fred and George had a plan, Ron fetched the water, and Ginny handed over the bucket. Finally, Charlie poured the entire bucket of cold water onto Bill's face.
Even if Bill wanted to get angry, he didn't know whom to punch.
It was rare for Bill and Charlie to be together, and it was Kyle's birthday, so Mrs. Weasley had been busy in the kitchen since noon, preparing a grand feast.
Just as Kyle had hoped, Chris arrived with his bottle of 150-year-old Fire Whisky.
Mr. Weasley's eyes lit up at the sight of the large number on the bottle.
Bill couldn't resist the temptation and asked for a small cup, but he had learned his lesson from the last time and sipped it like Mr. Weasley.
So, this time, he didn't pass out on the spot but instead collapsed onto the table at the end of dinner.
The soup splashed all over Percy, making him quite unhappy. He complained that it was the outfit he was supposed to wear for work the next day.
Even after Mrs. Weasley magically cleaned off the soup, he still grumbled softly as he returned to his room.
"If you're worried about getting dirty, you shouldn't wear it to dinner," Fred said, unable to hold back.
"Maybe you thought Mr. Crouch would suddenly come as a guest," George said with a laugh.
Mrs. Weasley gave them a light slap, and the two finally closed their mouths.
However, this little incident didn't dampen the good mood of the group.
After dinner, the kids who didn't drink alcohol took turns helping the drunk Bill upstairs to his room.
As for Charlie, he also passed out on the table, lying face-to-face with Bill.
Ron and Ginny struggled to pull him for a long time, but they couldn't budge him. In the end, they only managed to move him from the chair to the floor.
A few house-elves curiously gathered around and poked his face with their slender fingers.
"Go away!" Ron waved his hand to shoo away the annoying house-elves. Then, with Ginny, they each grabbed an arm and dragged him back to the Shack.
This resulted in Charlie waking up the next day feeling a subtle pain all over his body, as if he had been stepped on by a dragon.
Two weeks passed like this.
One evening in mid-August, Mr. Weasley came home from the Ministry of Magic, suddenly excited, and called everyone.
"Did you get the tickets, Dad!" Fred asked eagerly.
"Oh, I wanted to give you a surprise," Mr. Weasley said, feigning disappointment, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
"A big surprise!"
He took out a stack of colorful tickets, "Thirteen in total, all in the best seats."
Fred asked in a low voice, "What do you mean by the best seats...?"
"The top box," Mr. Weasley said, "The Minister of Magic will be right in front of us."
"Oh, that's great!"
Fred and George's faces turned red with excitement as they slapped each other's shoulders vigorously.
They had always thought that Mr. Weasley could only get regular stand tickets, but they never expected it to be the top box.
It could be said that it was the best place with the most unobstructed view of the entire arena.
"Dad, how did you manage this?" Ron asked, full of admiration.
"Due to some special reasons, many people in the department couldn't attend the match, so the Department of Magical Games and Sports gave the tickets to me and Chris, saying that this way, the top box wouldn't look too empty."
"So lucky..." Ron couldn't help but say.
"But thirteen tickets aren't enough."
After his excitement, Fred soon thought of something else and frowned.
"There are nine of us in our family, plus Kyle's family, Harry, Hermione, Cho, Cona, and Cedric... We're still short."
"Don't worry, dear." Mrs. Weasley smiled and said, "I don't like those messy events. It's perfect to give the tickets to Harry and Hermione."
"We feel the same." Chris smiled and said, "Compared to watching the World Cup, we have more important matters to attend to, which is why the top box is empty."
"Additionally, Digory should have already gotten tickets. We ran into him at the Department of Magical Games and Sports when we left."
"In that case... we only need eleven tickets." Fred calculated, "The remaining two can be kept for Cho and Cona."
"Awesome!" Fred and George high-fived again.
After that, they went to the shack.
Mrs. Weasley prepared to write letters to Harry and Hermione.
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It was easy to send Hermione's letter directly via owl, but when it was Harry's turn, Mrs. Weasley faced a dilemma.
She remembered that Harry's aunt and uncle strongly disliked wizards, and sending an owl would surely make them resentful.
"Leave it to me, Molly." At this moment, Mr. Weasley stepped forward confidently and said, "I completely understand Muggle mailing methods... They need this."
As he spoke, Mr. Weasley pulled out a handful of colorful stamps from his pocket.
"Just stick these stamps on the envelope and drop it into the mailbox. Perfectly, there's a mailbox right at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic... I've been wanting to try this."
"Are you sure, Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley asked, "Just put it into that mailbox, and it's done?"
"You should trust me... I'm a professional."
"Alright then..." Mrs. Weasley picked up the stamps, "How many should I stick?"
Mr. Weasley suddenly froze, thought for a moment, and then clenched his teeth, "Cover the entire envelope. If there aren't enough stamps, the letter will be returned."
"Good!"
Then, Kyle watched as Mrs. Weasley stuck all the stamps on the envelope, leaving only a small space of about one square inch to write the Dursley family's address.
"Actually..." Kyle couldn't help but say, "One stamp is enough. If you stick too many, it might attract unwanted attention."
"Oh, so one is enough?" Mr. Weasley was surprised.
"Yes." Kyle nodded and picked a ten-pence stamp, "This one is sufficient. Remove the others."
Mr. Weasley was the quickest to act, and in a few moments, he collected all the stamps.
These were his precious collection, and he had felt the pain while sticking them, but now he felt relieved.
After settling the matter of the letters, Mrs. Weasley clapped her hands.
"Alright, the match is on the weekend. We just need to go pick up Harry on Friday, and it'll be perfect timing."
"What if his aunt and uncle don't agree?" Ron asked, "He can't miss this match."
"Of course he can't miss it."
Mrs. Weasley said, "Regardless of whether that family agrees or not, we're going to pick him up. However, out of politeness, it's better to pretend to ask for their opinion."
(End of Chapter)
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