Fred and George expressed strong dissatisfaction with Kyle's different treatment, thinking that they were looked down upon, and insisted on tasting the flavor of the aged fire whiskey.
Kyle still ignored them.
It was not until a few minutes later, when they saw Bill sleeping soundly on the ground, that they shut up, pretended nothing had happened, and turned to drink their juice.
They witnessed Bill drinking, nodding, and finally lying on the ground naturally.
The whole process was extremely smooth, without even a pause in between, as if Bill came here just to sleep on Kyle's floor.
Charlie is in pretty good condition.
As a dragon keeper, he had drunk a lot of strong liquor and was very experienced. He only took a sip of the first sip and did not drink it all up like Bill did.
"Does he think this is drinking ale?" Charlie looked at Bill lying on the ground with a mocking look.
Just like Fred and George would never miss an opportunity to take a dig at Percy, he and Bill were the same, it was kind of a family tradition.
The only difference is that Bill is not as tongue-tied as Percy and always finds a chance to fight back.
But he was drunk now.
Charlie satisfied his craving and took another sip of whiskey in a happy mood.
Kyle brought over some more candy and snacks.
Among the gifts he received were quite a few snacks of various kinds.
A few of them ate snacks and chatted casually.
At first the topic was normal. Charlie talked about some interesting things that happened in the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary, such as a group of guys who wanted to steal dragon eggs were scared by the fire dragon, and finally cried to the dragon keeper for help, or which dragon laid another nest of eggs.
These are things you won’t get to experience in school, and they sound very interesting.
In return, Kyle told him about Hogwarts.
The liar professor in the third year, the basilisk, and the Dementors who bravely entered the Quidditch field in the fourth year... Charlie also listened to these with great interest and said it was unfair.
When he was in school, Hogwarts had never been so exciting.
Especially the basilisk. Since becoming a dragon keeper, Charlie has become more and more like Hagrid, and they both like those dangerous large magical animals.
"I really want to see the basilisk," he said regretfully.
Fred and George waved their hands, trying to dissuade him from the idea.
Anyone glared at by a basilisk would die. When they first learned that Ron was sent to the school hospital, they were so scared that their legs went weak. Fortunately, it was just a false alarm in the end.
It's not worth risking your life for a little curiosity.
Fortunately, Charlie was just saying it casually, and the basilisk is not something you can see just by looking at it.
He put the cup down, stuffed a large piece of fudge into his mouth, and changed the subject.
"Kyle, I heard from Fred that you Hufflepuffs have won the Quidditch Cup for four consecutive years?"
"It's just luck. I won because everyone gave me face. It's not worth mentioning, really not worth mentioning!" Kyle waved his hands modestly.
Fred and George both had unhappy expressions and their teeth were chattering.
Charlie looked at them and asked in confusion, "Didn't you say Harry got a Firebolt? And lost too?"
Fred and George took a sip of juice angrily, their expressions extremely determined, "We will definitely win next year!"
"You Hufflepuffs, don't even think about getting five consecutive championships!"
"Then you guys better work harder. It will be very difficult to win the Quidditch game next school year." Kyle raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.
Charlie opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he held back and took the initiative to change the subject: "Kyle, who do you think will win the World Cup this year?"
"Ireland, of course," Kyle blurted out.
"No." Charlie shook his head and said, "I think it's Bulgaria. They added the last piece of the puzzle this year, the talented Seeker Viktor Krum. They will definitely win the championship."
"Ha, only you Seekers would support Bulgaria." Kyle said without giving any face: "Quidditch is a sport for seven people. A talented Seeker is important, but the Chaser is the real core."
"Oh?" Charlie sat up straight, "What do you mean?"
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“It’s simple, you only saw that Bulgaria had an extra Krum, but you didn’t notice that they replaced a veteran Chaser.
The reason given in Daily Quidditch was that he was too old to cooperate well with Krum. This was ridiculous. A Chaser was only responsible for scoring points. Could he use the Quaffle to knock the Golden Snitch into Krum's hands?
Kyle sneered. "Believe it or not, they will be crushed to the ground in this year's competition. Bulgaria will have a chance of winning unless Krum can catch the Golden Snitch before falling behind by 150 points."
Fred and George nodded in agreement.
They thought the same as Kyle.
Especially after the previous match with Hufflepuff, they also deeply understood the importance of Chasers' scoring.
If the score gap is too big, it will be useless even if the Seeker is very powerful. At most, it can delay the game for a while. But if the strength is not good, it will be useless no matter how long it is delayed.
"No, I insist that Bulgaria can win." Charlie shook his head. "Ivanova is also a strong Chaser. And Dimitrov, although young, has also made his mark in international competitions. He is a talented player just like Krum."
"You're not talking about the Dimitrov who had the ball robbed three times in a row by Morant during the tour, are you?" Kyle said with a smile.
Charlie's face turned a little red, but he still stiffened his neck and insisted that only the Bulgarian team could win the final championship.
But because of the huge disadvantage of one against three, Charlie found it difficult to gain the upper hand, so he simply carried Bill, who was still sleeping soundly, and went back to the Burrow.
Bill's long ponytail dragged on the ground, and he also helped clean the room.
"This stupid Seeker." After Charlie left, Fred and George immediately smiled victoriously and high-fived each other.
They did not go back with Charlie.
Mainly because it was Percy's day off, and he had been in his room since morning writing a report on the leaking crucible, and forbade them to make the slightest noise.
It has only been a few hours since they got up, and they have already been complained about several times. It is far better to stay here in peace and quiet.
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(End of this chapter)