Chapter 504: Blast-Ended Skrewts
It started raining suddenly around ten in the morning. Kyle and Kanna were sitting comfortably, drinking hot pine needle tea and chatting with Hagrid, the sound of raindrops tapping against the window creating a cozy backdrop.
The conversation soon turned to the Triwizard Tournament.
"How does it feel to be a Champion?" Hagrid asked curiously.
"I'm not sure yet," Kyle replied. "But it's going to get really crazy from here on out... Everyone's so enthusiastic, I felt like I'd drunk two pints of Butterbeer last night."
"Of course you did, you're representing Hogwarts after all," Hagrid said with a smile. "But you need to work on your drinking. Two pints of Butterbeer? That's not good enough."
Hagrid said it so casually, as if it were a matter of course. After all, when he usually went to The Three Broomsticks for a drink, he always started with three pints.
"I drank it after the dinner," Kyle said, trying to explain to Hagrid that it wasn't that he couldn't drink, but that he really couldn't drink any more than that.
To be honest, a drink like Butterbeer could only get a certain "someone", who had already graduated as a Prefect, drunk.
But Hagrid didn't seem to care what Kyle said.
"Look what you said, I wouldn't go to The Three Broomsticks on an empty stomach either..." He placed a copper pot on the fire. "It's okay, it's not a shame to have a poor drinking capacity, and I won't tell anyone else."
Kyle opened his mouth but, in the end, gave up on the idea of explaining. It didn't matter—Hagrid wouldn't listen anyway.