Ron couldn't deny the fact that while he was happy for his elder brother, he really wished his dad would keep handing out those letters. Ron couldn't even see how many were left. Was it three, was it four. He didn't know. The anticipation was killing him. Fred and George were given theirs next, nothing interesting happened with theirs and much to Ron's annoyance his dad now had his hands behind his back, blocking Ron's view of whatever he held. If it wasn't a Hogwarts letter then this was a very cruel game for him to play.