To welcome them back to school, Fred and George bought several large bottles of butterbeer from Hogsmeade.

Their group of six... well, almost everyone in the team got a bottle, the only one left out was Kyle.

"You guys are really holding a grudge." Kyle looked at the butterbeer in the hands of others, pursed his lips and said, "I was just joking. Why do you still remember it..."

"Oh, isn't this Kyle from Merlin's band?" Fred said in a very surprised tone, "You should have told us earlier. I thought someone of your status would not drink butterbeer."

"Wait a minute, I don't think he's a member of Merlin's Order." George said, "In the trophy room, he only has a trophy for his special contribution to the school."

"And it's from last year..."

"It's been a long time since it was last used..."

"That's enough!" Kyle rubbed his forehead and said, "It's just the Order of Merlin. Believe it or not, I will hit you on the head with it every day."

After a strange silence...

“Ha…” George let out a strange cry, then he held his stomach and laughed loudly, “I can’t take it anymore…hahahaha…Fred, did you hear what he said?”

"Of course, George, I heard it very clearly." Fred wiped away the tears of laughter: "Let's get the last bottle of butterbeer quickly, he's starting to talk nonsense."

"I think so too..."

"Hitting us on the head with the Order of Merlin is such a funny joke..."

"I could laugh for a whole year..."

Kyle looked at the butterbeer they handed over and asked calmly, "What if I can really do that?"

"Then we'll cover all your butterbeer from now on!" Fred said nonchalantly.

"If anyone could win the Order of Merlin in second grade, I would fly around the school while tap dancing with three trophies on my head."

"Count me in, too!"

As they spoke, even they themselves were amused.

Kyle raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his butterbeer in silence without saying anything.

This thing is really delicious, a bit like hot cocoa. It is full of butter aroma in one sip, but it doesn't feel greasy at all. No wonder it is so popular.

I might consider having a cup every day in the future...but I don't know if the Weasley brothers' wallets can afford it.

…

Not long after the students returned to Hogwarts, the dinner began.

Hermione looked at Ron who was putting food on a large plate and frowned, "What are you doing? And where's Harry? He's not going to have dinner?"

"That's what I'm saying."

Ron held a chicken drumstick and said helplessly, "Harry is sleeping in the dormitory. I called him many times, but it was no use.

If we don’t bring more now, he will be hungry when he wakes up.”

"Sleep...now?" Hermione was even more confused.

She could understand that Harry was prone to sleepiness. He was always drowsy in the library, but why did he have to sleep at this time? "Wait, you guys don't want to go out at night again!" Hermione asked vigilantly.

"Of course not, we haven't been swimming at night for a long time!" Ron blushed.

"It was Kyle. He gave Harry a bottle of water of life and death, saying it could cure his nightmares."

Ron then gave a brief account of what had happened in Hagrid's hut that afternoon.

"How much did he drink?"

Ron thought for a moment and said, "I don't know, maybe a small cup, but definitely not much."

"What do you think that is, pumpkin juice?" Hermione frowned and said, "I read in a book that only a small spoonful of the water of life and death can make a person sleep for two hours. He actually drank a glass?"

"Yeah, I know. Kyle said the same thing at the time." Ron sighed, "So what should we do now?"

"There's nothing we can do. We can only wait for him to wake up, but that may be late at night or even early the next morning." Hermione looked at the large plate in Ron's hand and asked, "Are you sure you want to take so many things?"

"Of course, what if Harry doesn't have enough to eat?" Ron said casually, "Although it does take a little time, as long as they are baked in the fireplace, they will become as delicious as freshly made. This is how we eat them during the holidays."

Hermione stared at him, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"So you spent your entire holiday figuring out how to bake, and didn't even go to see Nicolas Flamel, did you?"

"We did look for it, and we even went to the restricted area!" Ron quickly defended, "You probably don't know, but the books there make a loud noise when you open them. We were almost caught by Filch."

Hermione gave him a suspicious look. It was the first time she had heard of a book making a screaming sound. She couldn't help but wonder if this was just an excuse Ron made up.

Ron, however, patted his chest solemnly, saying that everything he said was true... After all, Harry had told him these himself, so Ron was very confident.

After the opening dinner, everyone returned to the dormitory.

Hermione was right. It was late at night before Harry slowly opened his eyes.

He wanted to speak, but his throat felt dry. Fortunately, there was a half cup of pumpkin juice next to him. Although he didn't know who it belonged to, Harry didn't care so much. He took it and took a big sip.

"Is this...a dormitory?"

Harry put down the cup and began to look around.

Next to the pumpkin juice, there was a plate filled with sumptuous food.

A feeling of hunger came over Harry, and his throat moved. He felt as if his stomach had been punched by someone and was very uncomfortable.

It had been a long time since he left the Dursleys.

Harry picked up a baked potato and swallowed it with the skin in just a few bites, which made him feel much better.

Neville and Seamus were sleeping, while Ron was sitting at the table, his chin resting on his hand, his head nodding.

Harry walked up and pushed him: "Ron, why are you sleeping here?"

Ron, awakened, opened his eyes and said dazedly, "Um... Harry... Oh, thank God, you're finally awake..."

"How long have I slept?" Harry asked.

"I don't know..." Ron rubbed his eyes, "but it must have been more than eight hours. How do you feel now?"

“Excellent!”

Harry said excitedly: "This is the most comfortable sleep I have ever had. I didn't have any dreams."

"That's great..." Ron yawned and sat down on his bed.

He wanted to say something, but because he was so sleepy, he fell into a deep sleep before he could open his mouth.

(End of this chapter)