Kyle finished making more than 20 maps in just over an hour, and handed them over to the young wizards who had paid the deposit on time on the morning of the first day of school.

Another generous income of Galleons. Nothing could make me happier than this.

At breakfast time in the morning, several people sat around the Gryffindor table and began to divide the spoils... ahem, distribute the fruits of their labor.

The wallets suddenly became fatter and everyone was very happy.

As for why we have to eat at the Gryffindor table... there is no special meaning, it's just because this place is closest to the hall door.

"By the way, Kyle, this is for you."

Fred and George counted out seven Galleons, put them into a cloth bag and handed it to Kyle.

"I'm willing to accept the defeat..."

George said with some distress: "I swear, if I bet with you again, we will be cruppies!"

"And me too." Fred nodded in agreement.

"Ha, I almost forgot about that."

Kyle took the cloth bag, poured all the gold coins inside onto the table with an extremely distrustful attitude, and began to count them carefully.

Last year Fred and George had a little game, offering prizes for guessing when Professor Quirrell would leave the school.

Kyle couldn't resist their invitation and played a game.

Needless to say, the result...

Twenty Galleons doubled directly, not only making a small profit in pocket money, but also emptying Fred and George's wallets.

Because they didn't want to use the funds prepared for opening the store, the two relied on their good relationship with Kyle and kept delaying the repayment of the forty Galleons until now.

"Yes, exactly forty Galleons."

As Fred and George looked at him with violent eyes, Kyle calmly put away the bag.

"Are you still going to play this year... Professor Lockhart is a famous wizard in the wizarding world. If it's related to him, I'm sure many people will participate."

"Huh..." George sneered.

"Unless you don't participate," said Fred.

"Well, I won't get involved," Kyle said calmly.

Then he turned to look at Kanna beside him, "Prepare forty Galleons, count them on me, if you win we'll split it in half."

"Okay!" Kanna nodded without hesitation.

"That's enough, you two!"

Watching the two guys plotting loudly, Fred bit a piece of bread hatefully, as if it were Kyle's head.

Like I said before, if they play this game with Kyle again, they will be cruppies... and the ugliest kind!

"Wait a minute." At this time, Cedric suddenly said: "I remember that you still have something to do, right.

What did you say you would do if Kyle won the Order of Merlin in his second year?"

"Oh, I know."

Qiu suppressed his laughter and cooperated: "He will tap dance around the castle with three trophies on his head."

"And there's butter beer." Kanna also looked at Kyle with a smile, "That's great, you don't have to pay for butter beer anymore."

Fred and George's faces became even uglier.

Tap dancing with three trophies on his head... Merlin, how on earth did they come up with such a difficult move?

And contracting all of Kyle's future butterbeer...how much will that cost!

For a moment, the two of them felt a chill in their hearts.

Fred slapped himself...

“Bang!”

"Why can't I control my mouth?"

A crisp sound immediately attracted the attention of people around.

They were all very curious.

Fortunately, at this time, the postman arrived.

Hundreds of owls swarmed in, circling the hall and dropping letters and parcels into the midst of the conversation.

Kyle reached out and took a copy of the Daily Prophet.

But before he could look, his attention was attracted by the movement next to him.

An owl knocked over the milk jug...milk and feathers splattered everywhere.

But that's not the point.

The key point is that it was holding a wet red envelope in its mouth.

"Oh, no..." Ron cried out not far away.

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Many people noticed the red envelope and looked over.

"Well, it should be a roaring letter, right?" Kanna asked in a low voice.

"That's right." Kyle nodded.

"You'd better open it, Ron." Neville, who was sitting next to Kyle, whispered, "It's even worse if you don't open it. My grandma sent me one, but I ignored it and then..."

He breathed, "That's horrible."

"What will happen?" Cedric asked curiously.

He had never seen a Howler before, he just knew there was such a thing.

"It will explode." Kyle spread his hands and said, "Besides, do you know what 360-degree surround sound is? There will be sound in all directions, wherever there are envelope fragments, you can hear it even across the Black Lake."

Ron turned pale, and as they spoke, smoke began to come out of the corners of the envelope.

"Open it quickly," Neville urged, "only a few minutes..."

Ron reached out his shaking hands and carefully tore open the envelope.

“Run!”

Someone shouted, and the little wizards who were watching scattered instantly.

Those who were sitting there and couldn't run, such as Neville and Cedric, also covered their ears.

Although Harry and Hermione didn't understand what was going on, they followed suit and put their hands on their ears.

And they immediately knew why they were doing this...

Like an explosion, the huge sound filled the entire auditorium and shook the dust off the ceiling.

"...I wouldn't be surprised if they fired you for stealing the car. Just wait and see how I deal with you. You probably never thought about how your father and I felt when we found out the car was gone..."

Mrs. Weasley's voice was amplified a hundred times more than usual, making the cutlery on the table rattle.

This time, not only Gryffindor, but everyone in the hall turned their heads, looking for the source of the sound.

Ron had hidden himself under the table, with only his red forehead showing.

But it was no use, the roaring continued...

"...I never thought you would do such a thing. You and Harry almost lost your lives!

...This is so infuriating. Your father will be investigated at work. This is all your fault. If you don’t behave yourself, we will take you back immediately!"

The roar stopped, but the sound continued to buzz, and the red envelope that had fallen to the ground began to burn, curling up and turning into ash.

Kyle also heard that what made Mrs. Weasley most angry was not that Ron stole the car, but that he and Harry were almost beaten to death by the Whomping Willow.

If this hadn't happened, Mrs. Weasley probably wouldn't have been so angry as to send a screaming letter.

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(End of this chapter)