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Kyle gave Ron one of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, ate one himself, and the rest went to Ginny.

The little girl held the box and thought for a moment, then ran to Kyle and asked him to help her pick out some, at least to get rid of the dragon dung flavor.

Kyle understood Ginny's request and decisively refused.

Young people, after all, should try different things.

Besides, what was Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans advertisement? Every bite is a new adventure. That was the biggest characteristic of the beans.

Without surprises, would it still be called Every Flavour Beans? No, it would be called Candy.

So, it wasn't that he was lazy, it was all for Ginny's sake.

After playing outside for a while, Mrs. Weasley's familiar voice finally came from The Burrow. Dinner was ready.

Everyone, already hungry and with their stomachs rumbling, dropped their sticks and started heading back together.

Kyle walked in front, followed by Ron. But he was immediately pushed aside by the twins who suddenly rushed over.

Caught off guard, Ron almost fell headfirst into a nearby gnome hole. This made him very angry. He glared at Fred and George, with a look that said if they didn't apologize, he would charge at them and bite them.

Ron might be serious, but unfortunately, he was destined to get no results. Fred and George were focused on Kyle from beginning to end. They didn't even look at Ron, so naturally they didn't know what he was thinking.

And even if they did, they probably wouldn't care. Bothering their little brother wasn't something they hadn't done before. They knew the drill.

Don't be fooled by Ron's angry look now. As long as he didn't want to get beaten up, he wouldn't attack. Then, in a few days, a few spare snacks would solve the problem perfectly.

After that, they would be brotherly and harmonious again, a happy family.

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

What happened in Diagon Alley last time was considered the biggest stain on the twins' lives. They had been looking for a way to get back at him, but Kyle had been staying at home for the past few days, giving them no chance for revenge.

But approaching him proactively would seem too deliberate, and it would make Kyle suspicious. So, Fred and George had to temporarily suppress their desire for revenge. They needed the right opportunity.

For example, now.

Because there were Chris and Kyle, eating dinner the room was a little crowded, so Mrs. Weasley brought the table outside.

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When Kyle, as usual, came to his usual seat, Fred suddenly shot him a look and then quickly sat down next to him.

Although George didn't know what his plan was, with their incredible intuition, he immediately sat on Kyle's other side.

"Hmm?" Kyle was a little surprised to see this. This was the first time he had seen the twins sit apart.

Then, Kyle raised an eyebrow slightly, "Something's up."

The twins were acting so obviously. If he hadn't noticed anything unusual, he would be too slow.

But because he didn't know what they were up to, Kyle didn't make a move. He continued to pretend nothing was wrong and helped Mrs. Weasley set the table.

Soft and crispy rolls, soft and sweet roasted potatoes, fragrant and oily roast chicken, golden fried chicken nuggets, tender and juicy steak...

Although they were all old friends, the dinner was sumptuous.

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

No Chinese food, but French food would be nice. Even Italian pasta or pizza would be okay.

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

Kyle was extra careful, afraid that he might accidentally eat something strange.

He didn't want to die of embarrassment in public.

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Under Kyle's watchful eye, nothing happened.

The twins acted as usual, telling jokes as they ate, making everyone happy. They didn't show any unusual behavior.

Until the dinner was halfway through when everyone was at their most lively.

Fred, after telling a joke about a Slytherin greasy-hair freak, seemed to suddenly think of something. He turned to George and said, "Hey, George, Kyle's going to Hogwarts tomorrow. Should we give him some help? Like, tell him some things to watch out for during Sorting. It can be quite dangerous, after all."

George immediately understood. He pretended to think for a moment (actually, he was trying to swallow the steak in his mouth) and echoed, "I don't think it's necessary, Fred. We should trust Kyle. He's very capable. A full-grown troll? Kyle can defeat it and pass Sorting."

"I think you're right, George." Fred nodded seriously, "Besides, someone as proud as Mr. Kyle Chopper wouldn't appreciate our advice. He wouldn't even call us seniors."

Fred's plan was simple. While Kyle was still at home, he would use the Sorting to scare him. It would be even better if he could make him lose sleep for a night.

And in the current situation, this prank would not only not be stopped, but would even get support from the sidelines. It couldn't have been more perfect.

Fred looked at Kyle triumphantly. He had gotten his revenge for Diagon Alley.

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

New student Sorting was always a favorite pastime for those who graduated from the British wizarding world. They never tired of using the same topic to deceive generation after generation of young wizards.

This time, it seemed Kyle's turn.

"Darling, don't listen to them." Mrs. Weasley first made her stance clear. She sternly scolded the twins before turning to Kyle and saying, "It's not that scary. It's just a test by a group of ghosts. It's not dangerous at all."

"Molly, how can you lie to the child?" Mr. Weasley wasn't going to be outdone. He tried to put on a stern face and glared 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 dragon?"

Chris paused slightly, then said to Kyle firmly, "Son, trust Dad. It's a dragon. And I'm guessing this year it will be a Hungarian Horntail."

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"Oh, I see."

"Yes, that's right, I can."

"I believe in you, Dad."

Kyle nodded like a bobblehead. After each person finished speaking, he would echo them and show a corresponding expression.

Mrs. Weasley was relieved.

Mr. Weasley was firm.

His dad was hesitant.

The wizarding world was so pitiful. What entertainment did they have? Just Quidditch and deceiving children. They only have these few joys, so why not cooperate and play along? It's just acting, it's not a big deal.

Now everyone is happy, isn't that nice?

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Everyone was enjoying themselves at the table, oblivious to two helpless figures in the corner of the room, trembling.

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