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After careful consideration, Kyle ultimately decided to betray his father and keep the secret about Fluffy, the three-headed dog.

Why? Well, he loved magical creatures too, but he wasn't Newt. He didn't have that unique talent. A three-headed dog like that was extremely rare even in Greece. If he missed this chance, he might never see one again.

Compared to that, betraying his father was the better option.

But as compensation, and to clear his conscience, Kyle immediately freed himself from the twins' arms and walked over to Chris, giving him an apologetic look.

This left Chris completely bewildered.

And so did a certain set of twins.

They were just about to resume their previous action, about to dust Kyle with Skitter-Powder, when he ducked and ran. They had already sprinkled the powder!

It would've been fine if he was even a second earlier or later, but why did he have to do it at that exact moment?

The twins were stunned and could only watch as their Skitter-Powder formed a beautiful intersecting line in the air before landing directly on each other's heads.

"Ssshhh... ssshhh..."

"Wooo... wooo... wooo..."

Two very rapid inhales and a series of hair-scratching sounds came from behind, immediately attracting everyone's attention. Everyone subconsciously looked toward the direction of the sound.

And when they turned around, they saw Fred and George, like two grown baboons, scratching their heads frantically.

Their hair, which was already not very smooth, was even more chaotic under their claws, even more chaotic than a bird's nest. Honestly, even the Sorting Hat looked better than their current hairstyle.

"Oh, Fred, George, what are you up to now!"

Seeing the strange looks coming from more and more people around them, Mrs. Weasley blushed, grabbed them by the ears, one in each hand, and walked them into a nearby alley.

At least there were fewer people there, and she could lose less face.

Not like this, in the main street of Diagon Alley, her two sons were mimicking baboons.

Merlin's beard! If she let them continue, the Weasley family's face, their family's face, would be lost, lost, lost!

Mrs. Weasley was decisive, but the twins were in for a rough time. Their inhaling sounds were noticeably louder. Also, maybe it was Kyle's imagination, but he saw tears on their faces.

If they were real... well, he could only say that they were truly twins, even the positions of their tears were the same.

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On the other side, seeing Mrs. Weasley escort the twins away, Mr. Weasley was relieved. He struggled to contain his embarrassment and hastily told everyone to go shopping first, not to wait for them.

At the back of the group, Kyle hid behind Ron and struggled to hold back his laughter.

But the next second, when he looked up and saw Diana's gaze, he was in trouble. He grinned and managed to force out an awkward but polite smile.

His mom was great in every way, but she had a sixth sense that was off the charts. He had never been able to hide anything from her.

He was lucky when he crossed over. It took five or six months before she gave birth to him. Otherwise, Kyle was sure his identity would have been revealed long ago.

"Seriously..."

Kyle scratched his head and thought to himself, "With a mom like that, I have no privacy at all."

Diana didn't say anything, just gave Kyle a warning look and turned away.

This wasn't that serious. Molly was just panicking.

She knew about the twins, the notorious mischief-makers at Hogwarts. Their deeds had spread throughout the wizarding world through the students. Even Diana had heard some stories.

Just the weird things she had heard, like blowing up toilets, sneaking out at night and putting sacks over Madam Malkin's head, and throwing dung bombs under the Slytherin freshmen's seats, claiming they were having accidents in class. Who knows how many other things there were?

Compared to those incidents, mimicking baboons in the street was nothing.

So, the people who saw them would just laugh and wouldn't bring it up to the Weasley family. (Except for a certain unnamed pure-blood family with platinum blond hair.)

Mrs. Weasley's reaction was so strong simply because she hadn't adjusted yet.

Whether it was Bill, Charlie, or Percy, they were all exceptionally good kids. Mrs. Weasley subconsciously applied that impression to the twins. Even though their usual behavior was very different from their three older brothers, this impression wouldn't go away easily.

After all, Bill and Charlie weren't very well-behaved at home when they first went to Hogwarts, but there was no denying they were still among the best students at Hogwarts.

Let's put it this way, just imagine the sight of Percy, who is usually so serious, mimicking a baboon in the street. That would probably explain Mrs. Weasley.

But this situation was temporary. Once a couple of school years had passed, and more news came from Hogwarts, Mrs. Weasley would gradually get used to it.

At least, the next time something like this happened, she would be able to stay calm.

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Not long after the little incident, the group separated.

Because Ron and Ginny were not yet old enough to go to Hogwarts, the Weasleys were only there to buy new school books for the twins and Percy.

But Kyle was a freshman, and he had a lot to buy. The first and most important thing to buy was a wand.

Without needing directions, Kyle walked confidently through Diagon Alley and quickly found his destination.

A small and shabby shop.

Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 BC.

Standing in front of the door, Kyle was speechless every time he came there.

This place was dilapidated. The dust on the windows could be scraped off to build a statue at the door. Did wizards really like the vintage look so much?

But Gringotts and the Quality Quidditch Supplies were nice, clean, and beautiful.

Or maybe it was just the confidence of having a monopoly. No matter what, you still had to come here?

But Gringotts was also a monopoly...

Kyle had been thinking about this for a long time and even asked Chris and Mr. Weasley, but until today, he still didn't have an answer. Now standing here, Kyle could only shrug and treat it as the artist's unrestrained nature.

As for asking directly, that was out of the question. It would be offensive. After all, he was the most famous wandmaker in the British wizarding world. Maintaining a good relationship was important.

But next year, Ron would be going to Hogwarts. He could talk to the twins and ask them to persuade... ahem, to ask their youngest brother to help ask.

Don't say he was taking advantage of his friends.

He was taking advantage of Ron Weasley, what did it have to do with his dearest friend, the twins' younger brother, Ronald Weasley?

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