Early in the morning, Kyle went downstairs to have breakfast as usual.

Chris was alone in the living room.

In fact, Diana hasn't been back since the last honors ceremony.

Kyle also asked Chris, but he didn't know what happened either. He only knew that the mission of the Department of Mysteries seemed to be very important this time.

Just two days ago, the ninth floor of the Ministry of Magic, where the Department of Mysteries was located, had been completely sealed off. The elevators could not reach it, and all the paper planes carrying messages were blocked outside.

Not only that, even Minister Cornelius Fudge couldn't get in.

Because of this, the minister got very angry.

Unfortunately, let alone losing his temper, even if he banged his head against the elevator, the ninth floor door would not open.

Unlike other departments of the Ministry of Magic, the Department of Mysteries has a great degree of independence and is not under the jurisdiction of the Minister of Magic.

After all, the Department of Mysteries already existed before the Ministry of Magic was established, and the two were strictly speaking just a cooperative relationship.

Normally, those silent people might even give Fudge some face.

But it’s different if there are special circumstances.

Sometimes, Fudge, the so-called minister, was not as important as a crystal ball in their eyes.

I just don’t know if this mission in the Department of Mysteries will be related to Voldemort.

Kyle was curious... but Diana would never tell him anything about the Department of Mysteries.

…

"Today is already the second week of your holiday."

At the table, Chris handed Kyle a plate of bacon and asked nervously, "Are you sure that was really a letter from Mr. Nicolas Flamel to you?"

"Dad, I've told you this many times."

Kyle put down the bread in his hand helplessly. "The letter was given to me by Mr. MacPhail, and Headmaster Dumbledore also acquiesced. They won't joke about this."

"I know...but that's Nicolas Flamel!" Chris still couldn't believe it.

As a legendary wizard spanning six centuries, Nicolas Flamel is so famous that it can be said that wherever there are wizards, there are his legends.

It was difficult for many people to meet him, but no one expected that Kyle would be invited as a guest.

Ever since receiving the news, Chris has always had a feeling of unreality.

Kyle took a bite of bread helplessly. Chris has been like this in recent days and he has gotten used to it.

He was just invited to be a guest, why was he so surprised? He was the youngest Knight of the Order of Merlin after all, and he didn't take bean buns as dry food.

…

“Bang…bang bang!”

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Is this the person who's here to pick you up?" Chris asked.

"Probably not." Kyle shook his head and said calmly.

Although today is the agreed date, it is too early now, not even eight o'clock... and he is too familiar with this knock on the door, he heard it almost every day at this time last year.

Kyle stood up, walked over and opened the door.

The next second, two identical faces appeared in front of him.

"Kyle, thank God you're still home."

George said with some relief: "We remembered that you were leaving today."

It was Fred and George.

Kyle showed no surprise on his face. He turned sideways calmly and said, "Come in and talk."

Fred glanced behind Kyle, then shook his head seriously and said, "No, you should be very busy today, so we won't waste your time."

"Borrow an owl?" Kyle was a little surprised.

He had just thought that Fred and George wanted to use the attic for their "quickie candy" just like last year.

Moreover, although the Weasley family's owl is very old, it is still strong under Chris's care over the years, so it should be no problem to deliver a message.

"Yes."

Fred couldn't help but smile: "The quick-acting skipping candy series is very popular. We received a lot of orders even during the holidays..."

"We need to send something to them."

George took out a piece of parchment with densely written names on it.

"So many..." Kyle was a little surprised: "We don't have classes now, why are they buying skipping candies?"

"Didn't you notice that most of the names on these are first-year wizards? And most of the people they bought are Fat Tongue Toffees."

Fred smiled and said, "On holiday, they can't use magic..."

“But this magical candy allows them to showcase the magic at home.”

“This is something George and I came up with before we went on holiday.”

Fred said proudly, "We also deliberately reduced the amount of swelling potion to make the changes in the tongue less exaggerated."

"Sure enough, it was a great success..."

Fred suddenly became a little angry, "But Percy's big head has been occupying Errol recently and refuses to let us use it."

"Okay," Kyle nodded, walking to the door and holding out his arm.

"Ladon!"

After a while, a huge owl flew over from the woods nearby. Its belly was round, obviously it had just returned from a buffet.

"It's really impressive."

Although he had seen it many times, Fred still looked at Laton with some surprise.

They are both owls, but this one is bigger than the two Erolgas combined. Its size is too exaggerated.

Moreover, he always felt that this owl was much bigger than the last time he saw it. He really didn't know how Kyle raised it.

Looking at Laton, Fred seemed to suddenly think of something and asked in a low voice: "Does it follow other owls that deliver mail?"

"What are you going to do!" Kyle asked warily.

They're actually stalking me. This is too cruel. What? They want to go to Azkaban to develop clients? "It's not someone else's. It's Percy."

George said mysteriously, "He kept saying that he was sending letters to discuss homework with other prefects..."

“But we think it’s definitely not…”

"He looked so strange when he was sending the letter, just like a goblin eating potatoes..."

"So we wanted to see who he was writing to."

Kyle shook his head and said seriously, "I advise you to give up this idea. Raton will not agree to it. In other words, no owl will agree to such a request. Some may even go on strike directly."

"Don't be nervous. We know that Owl won't agree to this, so we're just talking about it and don't really plan to do it."

Kyle noticed the smirks on Fred and George's faces, and then he realized that they had done it on purpose.

George shrugged and said, "We have to hurry up and deliver the products that our customers are looking for."

"This is much more important than Percy's big head."

…

(End of this chapter)