Chapter 469: What Fire Dragon? I Don't Know
Chapter 469: What Fire Dragon? I Don’t Know
Mr. Weasley did not head to the Dark Mark to join the commotion but returned to the original tent with the others.
Since they were at the edge of the campsite, they were fortunate enough to avoid the rioting crowd, and their tent remained intact.
Percy nervously poked his head out of the tent and only relaxed when he saw Mr. Weasley. He had wrapped his arm in a sheet, from which blood continued to seep, indicating a severe injury.
"Where did you run off to..." Mr. Weasley quickly walked over, his face tense as he asked, "How bad is it?"
"It’s nothing serious," Percy said, wincing in pain but with an unusually excited expression. "I was injured in front of Mr. Crouch; he must have seen... my brave performance in fighting the Dark Wizards."
"Yes, yes..." Charlie glanced at him. "Maybe he’ll promote you to Deputy Head of the International Magical Cooperation Office tomorrow, the valiant Percy Weasley."
His tone was angry, tinged with a hint of sarcasm.
They had been surrounded and nearly killed by the Malfoys and their gang... Fortunately, Kyle appeared just in time, or who knows what might have happened to them.
But even if they had somehow survived, they would have certainly been tortured with the Cruciatus Curse.
Kyle had been so worried about Mr. Weasley’s safety that he specifically came to help, yet Percy... he had run off to show off his bravery in front of Mr. Crouch.
If it weren’t for the others being present, Charlie might have given Percy a solid beating.
Beside him, Bill’s face showed no better expression.
However, Percy was oblivious to all this and continued to gloat.
"You’re joking again, that’s impossible." Percy didn’t mind Charlie deliberately mispronouncing his name, or perhaps Fred had been doing it for days, and he had grown used to it. "I only hope Mr. Crouch will assign me more meaningful tasks... my current job is a bit too simple for me."
"Hmm..." Charlie let out a cold laugh and didn’t respond.
To calm himself down and avoid the temptation to punch Percy, he took a sip of water and prepared to leave with Mr. Weasley to find Harry and Ron.
However, just as they reached the tent, a group walked in.
Leading the way was Cedric, followed by Cho Cho were Harry, Ron, Fred, and George, and last were Fred and George.
None of them was missing, and their faces was pale white, a look of extreme shock.
"You’re all safe," Mr. Weasley said happilyly. "I’m sure you was a scare, but now everything is fine. Come inside and drink some water, we’ll be heading home soon."
No one spoke, but all eyes turned to Kyle, who just entered the tent.
They were indeed terrified, but their fear had nothing to do with the riot; it was all because of Kyle’s box.
Initially, when they discovered that was a small room inside the box, everyone was been surprised, and even their nervousness had subsside.
Driven by curiosity, Ron had opened the door... and then they saw a fire dragon, nearly fifty feet tall.
The fire dragon was been right at the door, in a split second, they could feel the scorch heat of the dragon’s breath.
Ron had opened the door, Ron had come face to face with the fire dragon, a split second, and after a while, Cona had summoned the courage to a deep breath, and only she to the moment to walk the door and closing it again.
Despite their fear, the group remained frozen in place, afraid to breathe lest they alert the giant outside. Even Fred and George, who were in the middle of an argument, fell silent.
They waited in silence until Kyle returned to call them out.
"Tell me it's not true," Cedric said through gritted teeth, taking advantage of Mr. Weasley's absence to fetch water.
"What?" Kyle seemed to understand his meaning.
"That dragon!" Ron added, his face turning red as if he had been struck.
"Oh, you mean Norbert," Kyle realized. "Yes, it's fake. There's no dragon in the box; you all made a mistake!"
Instantly, everyone's faces turned even more grim.
Kyle's words sounded too fake... They had heard him mention the dragon's name earlier, so they knew he was lying.
And even if one person had made a mistake, it was highly unlikely that they all had.
The name Norbert also seemed familiar to Hermione.
Oh, that's right...
She remembered that in their first year, Hagrid had hatched a Norwegian Ridgeback Dragon, and Kyle had been there. The dragon had mysteriously disappeared, and no one knew where it had gone. Hagrid wouldn't reveal its whereabouts when asked.
Could it be...
Hermione glanced at the box again, and this time, she finally understood what Hagrid had meant by his solution.
"Believe me, you really made a mistake," she said.
On the other side, Kyle continued to insist, "How could I not know what's in my own box? If you don't believe me, I can take you there again. There's truly nothing inside."
"What are you talking about...?" Mr. Weasley arrived with water and some bread and sausages.
"Dad, Kyle's..." Ron started to say, but he suddenly noticed Kyle looking at him with a strange expression.
Ron's heart tightened, and he seemed to have an epiphany. His mind became incredibly clear.
"It's nothing, Dad," he said instinctively. "We were just scared. Those guys were terrifying. They pretended to be from the Ministry of Magic and tried to kill Harry..."
"What?!" Mr. Weasley was shocked. He grabbed Harry and examined him carefully, only releasing his hold when he was sure Harry was unharmed.
Mr. Weasley patted his chest and asked with lingering fear, "Tell me, what happened before?"
"It's like this, Mr. Weasley..." Cedric volunteered to explain the situation before Ron could speak.
Perhaps it was because Kyle had deliberately chosen to release them outside the tent earlier, but he didn't mention the box. He only said that they had hidden in a safe place.
As they spoke, Cona stood beside them, her gaze fixed intently on Kyle.
Kyle felt uncomfortable under her stare and shrugged, "Well, if you're interested, would you like to see inside my box? I can be your guide."
"But it might be too late now. How about after the start of school?"
"Sure," Cona smiled.
As soon as she finished speaking, the tent was pushed open again... It was Kreacher, the house-elf who had accompanied Cona. He burst into the tent, sobbing and sniffling.
...
(End of Chapter)
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