Chapter 239: Chapter 237: Departnt of Mysteries
Early in the morning, as usual, Kael went downstairs for breakfast.
The only person in the living room was Chris.
In fact, ever since the last dal ceremony ended, Diana hadn’t returned.
Kael had asked Chris, but he didn’t know what happened either, only that the task from the Departnt of Mysteries seed extrely important this ti.
Just two days ago, the entire ninth floor of the Ministry of Magic, where the Departnt of Mysteries is located, was completely sealed off. The elevator couldn’t reach it, and even the paper airplanes used for communication were blocked out.
Not only that, but even Minister Cornelius Fudge couldn’t get in.
Because of this, the Minister had quite a fit.
Too bad that throwing a fit wouldn’t open the ninth floor, even if he banged his head against the elevator.
Unlike other departnts in the Ministry of Magic, the Departnt of Mysteries had considerable independence and wasn’t under the Minister of Magic’s jurisdiction.
After all, the Departnt of Mysteries existed before the Ministry of Magic was established, so technically, they were just in a cooperative relationship.
On normal days, those Unspeakables might give Fudge so face.
But things are different if there’s a special situation.
Sotis, in their eyes, Fudge is even less important than a prophetic crystal ball.
I wonder if this mission for the Departnt of Mysteries has anything to do with Voldemort.
Kael was curious... Too bad Diana never told him anything about the Departnt of Mysteries.
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"It’s already your second week of vacation, isn’t it?"
At the dining table, Chris passed a plate of bacon to Kael and asked nervously, "Are you sure it really was a letter from Mr. Nicolas Flal?"
"Dad, I’ve said it many tis."
Kael put down the bread in his hand helplessly, "The letter was from Mr. McPhail, and Headmaster Dumbledore also implicitly agreed. They wouldn’t joke about this."
"I know...but that’s Nicolas Flal!" Chris was still a bit in disbelief.
As a legendary wizard spanning six centuries, Nicolas Flal was too famous. Wherever there were wizards, there were tales of him.
So many people wanted to et him, yet Kael got an invitation to visit.
Since getting this news, Chris had always had a sense of unreality.
Kael bit into his bread, feeling a bit resigned; Chris had been like this the past few days, and he had grown accustod to it.
Just an invitation to visit, was it really that surprising? After all, he’s the youngest recipient of the rlin Order dal, isn’t he? This reaction is a bit over the top.
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"Bang...bang bang!"
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Is it the person coming to pick you up?" Chris asked.
"Probably not." Kael shook his head, calmly saying.
Though today was the agreed-upon day, it was still too early, not even eight yet... Besides, he was very familiar with this knock, having heard it almost every day around this ti last year.
Kael got up, walked over, and opened the door.
The next second, two identical faces appeared before him.
"Kael, thank goodness you’re still ho."
George said gratefully, "We rembered you were heading out today."
As expected, it was Fred and George.
There was no surprise on Kael’s face. He calmly stepped aside and said, "Co on in and talk."
Fred peeked behind Kael and then shook his head seriously, "No, you must be busy today, we won’t take up your ti."
"We’re here to borrow the owl."
"Borrow the owl?" Kael was a bit surprised.
He thought Fred and George, like last year, wanted to use the attic for their "Skiving Snackbox."
Moreover, although the Weasley family’s owl was quite old, under Chris’s care these past years, it was still pretty robust and up for delivering letters.
"Yes."
Fred couldn’t help but laugh, "The Skiving Snackbox series is quite popular. We’ve received many orders even over the break..."
"We need to mail the items to them."
George pulled out a piece of parchnt filled with a dense list of nas.
"So many..." Kael was a bit surprised.
"Why are they buying Skiving Snackbox when there’s no school?"
"Haven’t you noticed that most of the nas are first-year young wizards? And they’re nearly all buying Fat Tongue Toffee."
Fred said with a grin, "During the holidays, they’re not allowed to use magic..."
"But these magical candies let them show off the wonders of magic at ho."
"This was an idea George and I ca up with before the holidays began."
Fred said proudly, "We even reduced so of the Engorgent Potion so the effect on the tongue wouldn’t be overly exaggerated."
"And indeed, it was a great success..."
Fred suddenly turned a bit indignant, "But that big-headed Percy keeps hogging Errol and won’t let us use him."
"Alright." Kael nodded, stepping outside and extending his arm.
"Ladon!"
Before long, a large owl flew in from the nearby woods, its belly round and conspicuously full as if it had just returned from a buffet.
"It’s quite impressive."
Despite seeing it many tis before, Fred was still a bit amazed to see Ladon.
Both are owls, but this one was larger than two Errols put together; its size was truly astonishing.
And it seed to Fred that this owl had grown even bigger since he last saw it. How did Kael even manage it?
Looking at Ladon, Fred seed to think of sothing and whispered, "Does it track other mail owls?"
"What are you guys planning?" Kael asked warily.
Playing track and trace? That’s going too far. What, are they planning to expand their clientele to Azkaban?
"Not others, just Percy."
George said secretively:
"He keeps saying his letters are about sharing howork with other prefects..."
"But we think it’s definitely not that..."
"He behaves too strangely when sending letters, like a goblin sneaking potatoes..."
"So we wanted to see who exactly he’s writing to."
Kael shook his head and earnestly said, "I advise you to drop this idea; Ladon won’t agree, and no owl ever would agree to such a request; so might even go on strike."
"Don’t worry, of course, we know an owl wouldn’t agree. So we were just joking, didn’t an to actually do it."
Kael noticed Fred and George’s mischievous smiles and realized they had been teasing him earlier.
George shrugged, "We still need to hurry and deliver the products to our eager custors."
"That’s way more important than that big-headed Percy."
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