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Because there were so many things, and Bowtruckle and Niffler were also messing around, it was already late at night when Kyle finished cleaning up.
After being away from home for a month, Kyle just lay down on the familiar bed and felt sleepy.
The next morning, Chris dropped him off at King's Cross Station with a messy head of hair.
"Are you going to wait here for the Weasleys?"
In front of platform 9, Chris rubbed his eyes and said, "I think we should be faster than them."
"In fact, Mr. Chris, they entered the platform five minutes ago."
A laughing voice came from behind them.
They both turned around at the same time and found a strange witch standing behind them.
"You are..." Chris frowned.
"Oh, I almost forgot." The witch shook her head quickly.
Her face began to rapidly grow younger, and her hair changed from chestnut to a very light blue.
"I should have thought of that earlier." Chris rubbed his forehead, "Long time no see, Tonks."
"Not long." Nymphadora Tonks said with a smile, "We just met last night, but you didn't recognize me."
That was the old witch who sat there drinking mead last night.
“It’s not easy to spot a Metamorphmagus in a crowd.” Chris smiled and patted Kyle’s shoulder, “This is my son, Kyle.
Kyle, this is Nymphadora Tonks, the youngest Auror at the Ministry of Magic."
After hearing Chris' words, Tonks' hair quickly turned into a bubblegum pink and white.
But the strange thing is that no one noticed this among the pedestrians coming and going around.
"We know each other," she said. "I watched Little Kyle sorted when I was in seventh grade."
Kyle nodded as well.
He had indeed met Tonks, but not well.
Although they were all in Hufflepuff, Tonks had already become an apprentice Auror in her seventh year and was rarely in school.
Kyle had only met her once during the Sorting, that was all.
"I almost forgot, you are only six years older than Kyle." Chris rubbed his head.
Seeing his exhausted face, Tonks asked curiously, "How many reports did you write yesterday?"
"Eight copies." Chris sighed, "I started writing it yesterday at noon and only finished it half an hour ago."
"I just went to Romania. Is it necessary to write so much?"
"I don't know why, but since last year, I've had to write more and more reports."
"We do too." Tonks' hair turned gray again. "I never thought that becoming an Auror would require me to deal with reports every day... I spend more time in the office than on missions."
Tonks complained a few more times until a tall wizard came over, then she shut up and pretended nothing had happened.
"Kingsley!" Chris greeted.
This is the man who was reading the newspaper in the Leaky Cauldron yesterday.
However, Kyle did not participate in their subsequent conversation.
The train was about to leave at this time, and when Kingsley came over, he had already passed through the wall and entered Station 9.
The Hogwarts Express was still parked in its old spot, belching smoke, and the platform was packed with people coming to pick up their children.
Fred and George appeared beside Kyle.
"Why are you so late? The train is about to leave." said Fred.
"We thought you were going to Hogwarts in a flying car, too." George put his arm around his shoulders.
"We just ran into someone we know outside and wasted a little time." Kyle said, "You should know Nymphadora Tonks."
"Of course, the Metamorphmagus."
"He was a famous figure a few years ago."
"But I remember he's already an Auror..." Fred thought for a moment and said, "I guess it's because of that Sirius Black that she came to King's Cross Station."
"Are you afraid that he will mingle with the students' parents?"
"This is the only explanation that makes sense."
"Do they think Black will go to Hogwarts?"
At this moment, a loud whistle sounded, and Fred and George stopped discussing Tonks and walked quickly towards the train with Kyle.
The guard on the platform was closing the doors one by one. The three of them quickened their pace and finally got on the train before him.
"You must go see Percy."
In the hallway, Fred smiled wickedly: "We modified his badge."
"He still hasn't noticed that the words on the badge have turned into an enormous head."
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 354 Blake's Love-Hate History
Because we got on the train just before departure, there were basically no empty compartments at this time...but there was no need.
After walking forward for a while, they met Cedric, who had just come out of a box next to him and was about to walk towards the front of the car.
"Oh, Mr. Cedric." Fred trotted and stopped in front of him, bowed and saluted, "It's an honor to meet you here."
"It's such an honor." George followed closely.
Cedric took a half step back cautiously.
"You two are up to something bad again."
After spending several years together, he knows the brothers' personalities very well.
It can be said that from the subconscious smile that Fred showed when he saw him just now, Cedric could tell whether it was the joy of reunion after a long separation, or a disguise with ulterior motives.
And the answer is obviously the latter.
Being so polite, I can tell at first glance that there is something wrong.
"It's faded, the feelings have faded."
Fred sighed and said, "You used to run over to hug us, but just now you took a step back."
"We've become estranged." George looked distressed. "You weren't like this before you became a prefect."
"Of course, George," said Fred. "Cedric Prefect would be more interested in being friends with Percy now."
"Be friends with Percy?" Fred stared in horror. "Then you will have to hold that book 'How Prefects Gain Power' all the time."
"I'm afraid that's right." George nodded seriously.
"Kyle, you must never be a prefect in the future."
"Because it would make your life very boring."
Kyle, who was happily watching the show, suddenly couldn't laugh anymore... He didn't say a word, so why was he caught in the crossfire?
He's only in fourth grade, and Fred and George are already thinking about next year for him?
How much hatred do these two brothers have for the “class leader”!
"What on earth are you talking about?"
At this time, Cedric frowned and looked at them with disdain and said, "Also, how did you know that I became a prefect? I don't think I told you."
As I said, after spending so much time together, Cedric knew the personalities of his two friends very well.
And this is not the first or second time they have mocked Percy.
So he had no intention of telling them about this from the beginning, thinking that he could delay it for as long as possible. Even when he came out just now, he didn't wear his prefect badge.
"Do I need to tell you that?" Fred rolled his eyes. "You have been the top student in the grade for four consecutive years. Who else can be the prefect except you?"
"I guess you have never been to the Ministry of Magic before." George suddenly couldn't help laughing. "There are two most frequently mentioned pieces of news in the Ministry of Magic right now."
"Sirius Black, who escaped from prison..."
"And you became the new prefect..."
"Mr. Diggory is amazing," said Fred. "His publicity power is comparable to that of the Daily Prophet."
Cedric's face turned red immediately. "He clearly promised me before that he wouldn't tell anyone."
Kyle shook his head.
Cedric was still too naive, it was just like not letting Percy show off his Head Boy badge... it was impossible!
"So, you're going to the prefects' box now?" Kyle asked.
"I didn't want to go," Cedric said, "but Percy reminded me three times in five minutes and told me to go."
"Then go ahead." George patted his shoulder. "Oh, by the way, remember to ask him whether the previous male student union president also told others that he had an extremely large head."
"And wearing it on your chest... I personally think that's a little funny."
"What are you doing here?"
At this moment, Percy suddenly appeared behind them.
"What are you talking about just now is ridiculous..."
"Nothing." Fred said vaguely, "We just saw someone wearing a funny badge... that was really funny."
Percy frowned, his instinct telling him that there was something wrong with Fred and George, but he couldn't put his finger on what.
"I warn you, you'd better behave yourself, otherwise..."
"Points deducted?"
"Or detention?"
"We just talked for a while in the hallway," Fred said. "It shouldn't be against school rules."