Chapter 7: The Dinner

Kyle gave Ron a Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean, ate one himself, and handed the rest to Ginny.

The little girl held the box, pondered for a moment, and then ran over to Kyle, asking him to help her pick out the beans, at least to remove the dragon dung-flavored ones.

Kyle understood Ginny's request but firmly rejected it.

Young people should always try something different.

Besides, what is the essence of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans—every bite is a new adventure. That's the biggest feature of these beans.

Without the surprise, would they still be called Every Flavour Beans? No, they would just be regular beans.

So it's not that he's lazy; it's all for Ginny's own good.

After playing on the open ground for a while, Mrs. Weasley's familiar voice finally came from the direction of the Burrow, announcing that dinner was ready.

Everyone, who had been hungry for a long time, threw down their sticks and started walking back together.

Kyle walked at the front, with Ron right behind him. But before he had taken two steps, he was pushed aside by the twins.

Caught off guard, Ron almost fell into a goblin hole, which made him very angry. He glared at Fred and George, his face showing that he would bite them if they didn't apologize.

Ron might be serious, but unfortunately, he was destined to get no results. Fred and George's attention was entirely on Kyle from the beginning, and they didn't even look at Ron, so they had no idea what he was thinking.

Even if they knew, they probably wouldn't care. Bullying their younger brother wasn't a first for them; they knew the drill well.

Don't look at Ron's angry appearance now, but as long as he didn't want to get beaten, he wouldn't charge forward. After a few days, a bit of saved snacks would perfectly resolve the matter.

Then everything would be back to brotherly love and family harmony.

So the most important thing now was to deal with Kyle.

The incident in Diagon Alley was considered the biggest stain on the twins' lives, and they had been eager to get even. Unfortunately, Kyle hadn't left the house for days, giving them no chance to take revenge.

But if they approached him directly, it would seem too deliberate and might raise Kyle's suspicions. So Fred and George had to temporarily suppress their desire for revenge and wait for the right opportunity.

For example, now.

Because of Chris and Kyle, the room was too crowded for dinner, so Mrs. Weasley set up the table in the yard.

After Kyle habitually went to his usual seat, Fred suddenly gave a meaningful look and quickly sat down beside him.

George, though not sure what Fred was planning, sat down on the other side of Kyle due to their incredible默契 (rapport).

"Hmm?" Kyle was a bit surprised; this was the first time he had seen the twins sit separately.

Then Kyle lightly raised an eyebrow: "Something's up."

The twins were being so obvious; if he hadn't noticed something was off, he would have been too dull.

But because he didn't know what they were up to, Kyle didn't act rashly and continued to help Mrs. Weasley set the table as if nothing was wrong.

Soft and crispy rolls, tender roasted potatoes, fragrant and oily roasted chicken, golden fried chicken pieces, juicy and tender beef steaks…

Although they were all familiar dishes, the spread was definitely lavish.

Of course, Kyle didn't expect to eat anything else here; he just hoped the house-elves at Hogwarts would give him some surprises.

He didn't ask for Chinese food, French cuisine would do, or even Italian pasta or pizza.

After the last plate was placed on the table, everyone took their seats, and the dinner officially began.

Kyle was particularly cautious, afraid of accidentally eating something strange.

He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of everyone.

…

Under Kyle's vigilance, nothing unusual happened.

The twins also acted as usual, telling jokes and making everyone laugh, showing no abnormal behavior.

Until halfway through the dinner, when the table was the liveliest.

After finishing a joke about a greasy Slytherin, Fred seemed to suddenly think of something and turned to George, saying, "Hey, George, Kyle is going to Hogwarts tomorrow. Should we give him some help, like telling him what to watch out for during the Sorting? After all, it's quite dangerous."

George immediately understood, pretending to think (actually trying to swallow the steak in his mouth) and then said, "I don't think it's necessary, Fred. We should trust Kyle. He's very capable. Just a grown troll, Kyle can definitely defeat it and pass the Sorting smoothly."

"I think you're right, George," Fred nodded seriously. "And a proud person like Kyle wouldn't even call us seniors. He wouldn't want our advice."

Fred's plan was simple: to scare Kyle before he started school. If he could make Kyle lose sleep for a night, that would be even better.

And in this setting, the prank wouldn't be stopped; it might even get outside support, making it the perfect opportunity.

Fred looked at Kyle with satisfaction, determined to get his revenge for Diagon Alley.

…

As Fred expected, their conversation immediately caught the interest of the nearby adults, who joined in.

The Sorting of new students has always been a favorite topic among the graduated wizards in the British magical community. They never tire of using the same topic to deceive generation after generation of young wizards.

It seemed it was Kyle's turn now.

"Dear, don't believe them," Mrs. Weasley took the lead, first "sternly" scolding the twins and then looking at Kyle. "It's not that scary. You just have to pass a test by a group of ghosts, nothing dangerous at all."

"Molly, how can you lie to the child?" Mr. Weasley didn't want to be left behind, trying to look stern and glaring at his wife. "Kyle is a great kid. We can tell him the truth. I'm sure he can tame a Hippogriff on his own."

"Hippogriff? Isn't it a fire dragon?"

Chris was slightly taken aback and then firmly told Kyle, "Son, trust Dad. It's definitely a fire dragon. And based on my guess, it's probably a Hungarian Horntail this year."

…

"Oh, I see."

"Yes, I can."

"I believe you, Dad."

Kyle nodded like a machine, agreeing with each person and showing the appropriate expression at the right time.

Mrs. Weasley was relieved.

Mr. Weasley was determined.

His dad was hesitant.

The magical world is pitiful; what entertainment do they have? Quidditch and deceiving children, that's all. If they get some fun out of it, why not play along? It's not a big deal to put on a show for them.

Now everyone is satisfied, and that's great.

…

The table was filled with laughter and joy, but no one noticed the two helpless figures trembling in the corner of the table.