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While they were talking, Harry was looking curiously at the pile of gifts in the room.
He also noticed that many of the gifts had "Happy Birthday" written on their packaging.
Harry was stunned for a moment, turned his head, lowered his voice and asked: "Ron, you should have told me earlier that today is Kyle's birthday. I didn't have time to prepare a gift."
"What...Oh, no."
Ron finally came to his senses, shook his head and said, "Actually Kyle's birthday is on July 31st, which is a long time ago."
"July 31st, that's not..."
"That's right Harry, Kyle and you have the same birthday." Ron frowned and asked in confusion, "Didn't I tell you that before?"
"Never..." Harry muttered.
Having said that, Harry always felt as if he had heard this news before.
"Oh, now I remember, it was Hagrid..."
After thinking for a moment, he suddenly clapped his hands and said in an epiphany: "When he first took me to Diagon Alley last year, he told me that Kyle and I have the same birthday."
"What are you talking about?" At this time, Kyle also noticed the two people whispering.
"Nothing..." Harry shook his head quickly and said, "But Kyle, you were obviously not at home before, so why is the gift for you here? Was it also intercepted by the house-elf?"
"House elf? Of course not." Kyle shook his head and said, "It's just that the place I went to before was a little special, and the owl couldn't find it."
"But speaking of gifts...this is for you. I made it myself."
Kyle pulled two small boxes from his pocket and tossed them.
The two of them quickly caught it.
Inside Harry's box was a badge.
"That's the waterproof and moisture-proof badge," Kyle explained. "If you wear it, it won't affect you at all even if it rains."
This was originally prepared for Fred and George, but it's okay to give it to Harry. It's not a big deal anyway, and I can just make another one when the time comes.
"Thank you, that's great!" Harry put on the badge on the spot and secretly decided to give Kyle a birthday present next time he went to Diagon Alley.
Ron's gift was tailor-made for him by Kyle...a quill that can dispense ink automatically.
It can greatly improve the efficiency of homework and save more entertainment time.
For some reason, Ron didn't seem that happy.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 248 Lovegood
The fact that Kell was invited to visit Nicolas Flamel's home was originally a secret, but as Dumbledore once said to Harry, secrets always spread like wildfire...
When Kyle came back, he suddenly realized that everyone seemed to know about it.
While everyone was having dinner, Mr. Weasley, just like Chris had done an hour ago, kept asking Kyle about Nicolas Flamel and whether he had seen the talking refrigerator there.
"The person my father admired most was Nicolas Flamel."
Fred whispered beside him, "Dad has been very excited ever since he accidentally met Headmaster Dumbledore that day and learned where you were going."
George shrugged. "I think he thinks Nicolas Flamel's house is full of talking Muggle appliances."
Finally, under Mr. Weasley's expectant eyes, Kyle had to tell him regretfully... Nico's house didn't have a talking refrigerator, and the lawn mower couldn't tell jokes while tap dancing.
In fact, there wasn't any Muggle electrical appliance Mr. Weasley could think of.
This disappointed Mr. Weasley greatly.
But Kyle had no choice, because Nico's manor in Paris was where he lived a long time ago, when the light bulb had not even been invented in the Muggle world.
Even the beach chair that Nico sat in while attending the opera was brought from Devon.
Although Mr. Weasley was not interested in the beach chair, in order to be closer to his idol, he decided to buy a similar beach chair and modify it.
Mrs. Weasley was very dissatisfied with this decision. The car issue was not over yet, and now there was to be another chair that she didn't know what it would become... Wasn't there enough trouble at home?
It was not difficult to tell from her angry eyes that Mr. Weasley would be in trouble after finishing this meal.
……
In addition, others were also very interested in Kyle's experience over the past month.
But after learning that Kyle had been reading books there for a month, Fred, George and Ron's curiosity instantly faded.
In their opinion, holidays are for playing, and using them to read is an unforgivable waste.
Percy did ask a few more questions, but it was obvious that he wasn't very interested either.
After all, there was no alchemy in the Hogwarts exam, and there was no need for him to waste time on this extra knowledge.
Of course, there were also people who had no idea about this before... like Harry.
Harry's mouth hadn't been closed since Mr. Weasley brought up the subject.
He only knew that someone had invited Kyle to be a guest, but he never imagined that the person was Nicolas Flamel, who lived for more than 600 years and created the Philosopher's Stone.
He was still worrying about his homework, but Kyle was able to visit the home of a legendary wizard.
I have to say that sometimes the gap between wizards is greater than that between wizards and goblins.
After dinner, Mr. Weasley was indeed dragged back into the house.
Fred and George ate too much and felt a little bloated, so they decided to invite Kyle and newcomer Harry to perform a signature activity of St. Catchpole's Village... fighting goblins.
"The rules are simple, Harry."
When they arrived in the garden, Fred skillfully took out a potato-like gnome from the bushes and said:
“You can throw it or hit it with a stick, just make the goblin fly as far as possible.
Just like this…”
As he said that, he took out a batter's short stick from behind him and, with a very standard posture, knocked the goblin in his hand away.
Seeing Harry's surprised expression, George explained, "The goblins' skin is very tough, and using only a wooden stick won't do any harm to them.
Sometimes I even feel like they can replace Bludgers.”
Harry was still hesitant at first, but after being bitten hard by a goblin, he completely turned into an emotionless bat-swinging machine...
"Oh ... Harry, you must have hit me about two hundred feet just now."
"I think it's at least two hundred and fifty feet..."
Because it was already very late, the group didn't really compete, but just calculated the distance based on their feelings.
"I feel like the angle was a little off just now... I'm sure I can hit it farther this time!" Harry skillfully picked up a goblin who was watching the fun from the ground and swung the stick again.
"Well done, Harry." George looked up and said, "A standard straight fly ball. I feel you have the talent to be a hitter..."
"Ouch!"
But before he could finish his words, a painful groan suddenly came from the distance.
Did it hit someone?
Several people looked at each other and quickly ran towards the direction of the sound.
From a distance, they saw a figure squatting there with his head covered.
When he came to the other side, Harry apologized quickly, "I'm so sorry, sir, I didn't know there was anyone here..."
"It doesn't matter. It's my fault for not paying attention..."
The man looked up and was suddenly stunned. "Fred, George, Kyle... I see, you guys are not fighting goblins again."
At this time, everyone saw his appearance clearly.
He had crossed eyes, cotton candy-like white hair that was puffy on his shoulders, and he was wearing a bright yellow robe. There was a gold chain around his neck with a strange symbol on it that looked like a triangular eye.
"Mr. Lovegood?" Kyle was a little surprised.
The unfortunate guy who was hit on the head by the goblin was Xenophilius Lovegood, who lived north of St. Catchpole Village.
"Have you just returned?"
"Yes." Lovegood rubbed his head. "I took Luna to look for the Scimitar-Horned Snorlax, but I was so engrossed that I forgot the time."
As soon as he finished speaking, a little girl ran over from not far away.
She had long, tousled blond hair, a pair of carrot-shaped earrings, a necklace made of butterbeer bottle corks, and was holding half a leaf that she had picked up from nowhere.
This weird dress and behavior made her look a little crazy.
"Dad, I just found it on the ground...Oh, Kyle, long time no see."
Luna skipped over to Kyle, tilted her head, and stared at him without blinking with her big, bulging silver eyes.
"Long time no see, Luna." Kyle asked with a smile, "Are you looking for a bugger?"
"I've never seen a nuisance fly on you before, not this time," Luna said in a sing-song voice.
Then she pointed at Harry, "But he has a lot of it on him, right by his ears."
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Thanks to book friend 20230511103354942 for the reward
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 249 Crazy Girl Luna
Harry thought it was some small insect, so he subconsciously reached out and scratched his ears twice, but he didn't find anything until his ears were red.
He wanted to ask what a nuisance fly was, but Luna had already hopped back to Mr. Lovegood.
The little girl looked at the bulge on her father's head in surprise and reached out to touch it.
"Ouch..." Mr. Lovegood winced in pain.
"Sorry, Dad..." Luna apologized quickly, but soon she couldn't help touching him again.
"Was this caused by the Scimitar-Horned Snorlax? Have you seen it?"