The process is a little bit complicated.

Fred and George came up with the idea, Ron took the water, Ginny handed over the bucket, and finally Charlie poured the full bucket of cold water directly on his face.

Even if Bill wanted to get angry, he didn't know who to hit.

It was rare for Bill and Charlie to come back together. Plus it was Kyle's birthday, so Mrs. Weasley had been busy in the kitchen since noon, preparing a large and sumptuous dinner.

Just as Kyle thought, Chris came with his bottle of 150-year-old Fire Whiskey.

Looking at the big number on the bottle, Mr. Weasley's eyes lit up.

Bill couldn't resist the temptation and ordered another small cup, but he learned from his last lesson and took small sips like Mr. Weasley.

So this time he didn't get drunk on the spot, but instead lay down on the dining table until the end of dinner.

The soup in the plate splashed all over Percy, which made him very unhappy and he said that this was the clothes he would wear to work tomorrow.

Even though Mrs. Weasley cleaned up the soup with magic, he still went back to his room muttering to himself.

"If you're afraid of getting it dirty, don't wear it to dinner," Fred couldn't help but say.

"Maybe he thought Mr. Crouch would drop by unexpectedly," said George, smiling.

Mrs. Weasley slapped them and they both shut up.

However, this little episode did not affect everyone's good mood.

After dinner, a few children who had not drunk alcohol were responsible for helping the drunk Bill to the room upstairs.

As for Charlie, he also lay on the table, with Bill on his left and right, face to face.

Ron and Ginny tried to pull him for a long time but failed. In the end, they just moved him from the chair to the ground.

A few goblins came over curiously and poked his face with their slender fingers.

"Go away!" Ron waved his hand to drive away the annoying goblins, then he and Ginny grabbed his arms and dragged him back to the Burrow.

This also resulted in Charlie feeling a dull pain in his body after waking up the next day, as if he had been stepped on by a fire dragon.

Another two weeks passed like this.

One evening in mid-August, Mr. Weasley came back from get off work at the Ministry of Magic and suddenly called everyone together excitedly.

"Did you get the tickets, Dad?" Fred asked expectantly.

"Oh, I wanted to give you a surprise." Mr. Weasley said in a disappointed tone, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

“Big surprise!”

He took out a stack of colorful tickets, "Thirteen in total, all for the best seats."

Fred whispered, "What does the best position mean..."

"The Top Box," said Mr. Weasley. "The Minister of Magic is in the front row."

"Oh! That's great!"

Fred and George's faces flushed with excitement and they slapped each other's shoulders vigorously.

They had always thought that Mr. Weasley could at most get a ticket for the ordinary stands, but they didn't expect it to be a ticket for the top-floor box.

It can be said that it is the place with the best view, and you can clearly see the entire stadium.

"Dad, how did you do that?" Ron asked in admiration.

"Due to some special reasons, many people in the department were unable to watch the game, so the people from the Sports Department simply gave the tickets to Chris and me, saying that this would prevent the top floor box from looking too empty."

"But thirteen tickets aren't enough."

After the excitement, Fred quickly thought of another thing and frowned:

"There are nine of us in our family, plus Kyle's family, Harry, Hermione, Cho, Connor, Cedric... there's still a lot left."

"Don't worry, dear." Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, "I don't like those kinds of messy activities. I can just give the tickets to Harry and Hermione."

"We are the same." Chris said with a smile, "We have more important things to deal with than watching the World Cup, which is why the top box is empty.

Besides, Diggory should have a ticket, too. We ran into him on the Sports and Physical Education floor when we were leaving."

"In that case... then only eleven tickets are needed." Fred calculated, "The remaining two can be kept for Qiu and Kanna."

"Great!" Fred and George high-fived again.

Then several people came to the Burrow.

Mrs. Weasley was about to write letters to Harry and Hermione.

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It was easy for Hermione, she could just send the letter by owl, but when it came to Harry's turn, Mrs. Weasley was in trouble.

She remembered that Harry's aunt and uncle hated wizards with a passion, and using an owl would surely disgust them.

"Leave it to me, Molly." At this time, Mr. Weasley stood up and said confidently: "I know exactly how Muggles send letters... They need this."

As he spoke, Mr. Weasley pulled out a handful of colorful stamps from his pocket.

"Just stick these stamps on the envelope and drop it into the mailbox. There happens to be a mailbox at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic... I've wanted to try it for a long time."

"Are you sure, Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley asked, "that it can just go in the tube?"

"You should trust me... I'm a professional."

"Well then..." Mrs. Weasley picked up the stamps, "How many should I put on?"

Mr. Weasley was suddenly stunned. After thinking for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fill it in. If there are not enough stamps, the letter will be returned."

"good!"

Then, Kyle watched as Mrs. Weasley put all the stamps on the envelope, leaving only a small area, about an inch square, for the Dursleys' address.

"Actually..." Kyle couldn't help but say, "One stamp is enough. If you put too many, it will arouse suspicion."

"Oh, so one is enough?" Mr. Weasley asked in surprise.

"That's right." Kyle nodded and picked up a ten-penny stamp. "This one will do. Take off the others."

Mr. Weasley was the quickest and collected all the stamps in no time.

These are all his treasures. He felt very painful when he put them on just now, and now he can finally find them back.

After finishing the letter business, Mrs. Weasley clapped her hands.

"Well, the game is on the weekend, we just have to wait until Friday to pick Harry up, we'll be in time."

"What if his aunt and uncle don't agree?" Ron asked. "He can't miss this game."

"Of course he couldn't miss it."

Mrs. Weasley said, "We are going to pick him up whether the family is willing or not, but out of courtesy we should pretend to ask their opinion."

(End of this chapter)