Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 133 132. Visit to Weasley Garden

But not completely loose.

Frankly speaking, when Mrs. Weasley was angry, she was like a saber-toothed tiger, full of frightening oppression. This feeling was even more real when the fat brown chickens in the yard that were pecking at food scattered in all directions because of her overly aggressive steps.

Harry was sure that he saw George beside him shaking his legs subconsciously. Under the seemingly cheerful greeting was a nervous soul.

"Uh, thank you." Harry picked up his suitcase again, ignored the pleading looks from George, Ron and Fred, and walked quickly towards the door.

He felt that it would be better for him not to participate in such scenes of a mother educating her son.

"Stop! Fred, where are you going?" Mrs. Weasley shouted at her son who was following Harry smoothly into the house.

"Wait, Mom, this isn't fair!" Fred's eyes widened and he shouted, "I've already had my ears twisted! George hasn't!"

"Hey! Fred?!" George's voice was full of accusations against his brother's ruthless behavior.

"That's enough, you two naughty guys. Don't think you can just quarrel with each other like before and let things go for no reason." Mrs. Weasley seemed to be quite experienced. Harry heard her scolding from behind: "And you've also led your brother astray! Ron!"

"I have to clarify something, Mum, that Ron was actually the mastermind behind this incident -"

"Shut up! How dare you shirk responsibility?!" Mrs. Weasley's voice suddenly became louder. "Do you know how worried I was when I woke up in the morning? The bed was empty! There was only a note on the dining table saying that they were going to pick up Harry, and they were going there by car!"

"What if you get into a car accident?! I'm almost worried to death! I've never encountered such a thing in all my years. Wait until your father comes back and see what he says about you! Bill, Charlie, Percy and the others have never gotten into trouble like this before..."

Harry was already sitting in the living room on the first floor of the Burrow, but Mrs. Weasley's penetrating voice still penetrated his ears perfectly through the door. Fred and George would occasionally make some excuses, but their voices were very low and could hardly be heard without careful listening.

Although he felt that there was a slight misunderstanding in Mrs. Weasley's scolding, for example, a flying car could not hit anything, and even a plane could not fly that low, but Harry would not stand up to argue at this time.

It’s better to let the two brothers Fred and George bear it silently… nothing will happen to them in their own home anyway.

Rather than this useless worry, Harry was more curious about what kind of peculiarities were inside this house whose exterior looked extremely wizard-like.

Putting the suitcase temporarily next to the sofa, Harry took a rough look around. The kitchen was much narrower than he had imagined. He didn't know why the Invisible Extension Charm was not used to expand it. Harry felt that Mr. Weasley was not the kind of person who cared about such trivial matters.

To be honest, Harry was a little confused as to whether this was a living room or a dining room, because in the middle of the room there was a very clean wooden table and chairs.

There was a large clock hanging on the wall, which was completely different from a Muggle clock. There were no hour or minute hands on the dial, only a pointer. There was no circle of numbers at all, only words like "Time to make tea", "Time to feed the chickens", and "Late" written on the edge.

In addition to this there is a large fireplace and many books on the wall shelves. Harry took a quick look and found that they were all magic books closely related to life, such as "Make Your Cheese Delicious", "Cooking Charm" and "One Minute Dinner".

There was also a book that was specially taken out and placed aside, "Gilderoy Lockhart's Guide to Getting Rid of Household Pests" - to be honest, what impressed Harry more than the title was the cover of the book, which showed a big face of a person with curly blonde hair and blue eyes, smiling with teeth showing.

Suddenly there was the sound of a door opening.

"Oh, Harry, do you like reading Lockhart's books too?" Mrs. Weasley, who pushed the door open, saw the book Harry was holding and couldn't help but said excitedly.

"Well, actually I just saw that the book was placed alone aside." Harry put the things in his hand back on the shelf. He had neither good nor bad feelings towards the wizard who smiled brightly.

"Well," Mrs. Weasley said, seeming a little disappointed, "He is really incredible, and he also knows a lot about the harmful things in the house. Yes, this book is really wonderful."

Mrs. Weasley seemed to have not given up on the idea of getting Harry to read the book, and she was trying to sell it - Harry was familiar with this, and it was obvious that Mrs. Weasley was a fan of Mr. Lockhart.

Solve the case.

"Harry won't read this kind of book, Mom." Ron just glanced at it and walked into the room. "He likes to read some magical theory or history of magic... In short, anything related to magic."

"Stop!" Mrs. Weasley called out to Ron and the twins and said, "Apart from the fact that this book is also something related to magic, what do you want to do?"

"Of course we went to bed, Mom," Fred yawned and said, "We only slept for a few hours last night, and then we drove for such a long time."

Fortunately, there is currently no traffic law related to fatigue driving in wizard law, otherwise Fred’s crime would be even more serious.

"You're not allowed to go! All three of you go and clean up the gnomes in the garden, using the method Lockhart taught us." Mrs. Weasley snorted. "You asked for it by not sleeping last night. Arthur and I had already agreed that we would pick up Harry on Friday."

"Oh my God!" Fred said with his eyes wide open, "Mom, you are not angry with us because you can't pick up Harry in person?!"

"Fred!"

"Sorry, we'll go clean up the goblins right away." Fred turned around without hesitation at the mother's roar, pulling his brother towards the garden, and Ron followed dejectedly behind.

"Use the method Lockhart taught us!"

"Don't worry, Mom, we know what to do!"

"Well, well, if you know more than Lockhart," said Mrs. Weasley angrily, "but if I find goblins in the garden when I check, then you'll see!"

There was no reply, as the twins had already led Ron into the garden.

"As for you, child, you must be exhausted, right?" When Mrs. Weasley turned to Harry again, she regained her amiable look. "Don't be polite, just treat this place as your own home. Percy is taking Ginny to town to buy things. You can chat with him when they come back. Percy also loves reading. I'm sure you two will get along well."

"I'd rather help Ron and the others. After all, I've never seen a goblin living in a wizard's family garden," Harry said seriously.

"Well, son," Mrs. Weasley said, ruffling Harry's hair with a smile, "Poor child, you are so thin. It must be hard to live alone... Well, I have to go cook soon. As I said before, don't be restrained, Harry."

"Of course," Harry nodded, and watched Mrs. Weasley walk quickly into the kitchen.

He looked down at his body. To be honest, Harry couldn't agree with Mrs. Weasley's comment that he was too thin... After all, he was almost a head taller than Ron, and his arms and legs were full of muscles.

Although they lived in a semi-wizard settlement, to be honest, the Weasley family felt as if they lived in a pure wizard settlement where they did not have to worry about being discovered by Muggles. Even their garden was very unique.

Well, it was quite messy, with weeds growing everywhere, the lawn was full of wild beauty, wooden stakes were driven into the ground one after another to form a fence, and around the fence was a circle of rough trees, and each flower bed grew some plants that Harry had only seen in books before.

Among them was the moonflower that Ron had given to the Grangers as a gift. This vine was growing unbridled on the walls of the Weasleys' garden, but as it was not yet night, the twinkling lights seen at the Grangers' that day could not be seen under the sunlight, and the flowers were all curled up.

That's right, a wizard's garden should look like a wizard's garden - at least it should be filled with all kinds of magical glowing flowers.

The point is to glow.

Harry already had a general idea of what should be planted in the garden at the old Potter home.

But this brings up another problem. If the garden of the Potter's old house is full of luminous plants, then there is no doubt that this is an absolute violation of the Statute of Secrecy - the Muggles living in Godric's Hollow all know that the Potter family once lived there, and that the house has recently been renovated and someone has moved in.

So this involves the question of whether to use magic to completely hide the Potter house from the Muggle world, such as Muggle-Repelling Charms, which would probably be a big project.

The more Harry studied the wizard's magic, the more he felt the magic of this magic... and his own ignorance. He didn't know whether the famous wizards in Azeroth had the same feelings as he did when faced with unknown knowledge. In short, Harry took note of this matter and planned to discuss it with Alfu later.

After he had roughly inspected the Weasleys' garden, he turned around and found the twins and Ron squatting beside the pond he had seen on the flying car. Each of the three people had a frog in front of them, and they were shouting excitedly, urging the frog they had chosen to jump forward to see who would win the final victory. Such boring entertainment of wizards... Harry couldn't help but sigh.

"So what about the goblins?" Harry walked over and asked, "Are you not going to take care of the goblins? I don't think Mrs. Weasley would want to see you squatting here playing with goblins all afternoon when she comes out to check on your achievements after finishing dinner."

"It's not even an entire afternoon. After all, the sun is about to set." Fred stood up and said with a smile, "I know you're curious, Harry. Don't worry, just follow me."

Harry was quite obedient at this time.

"See this hole, Harry?" Fred led Harry to a peony bush and pointed at the nearly 20-centimeter hole in front of him and said, "That's the goblin hole."

"And then?" Harry looked around. "Where's the knife?"

"Knife?" George, who followed over, asked blankly, "What do you want a knife for?"

"Aren't we going to get rid of the goblins?" Harry's expression was even more confused than his.

"Ahem, my two brothers," Ron coughed, interrupting the two people's gaze. He suppressed a laugh and said, "Perhaps you don't quite understand it. Anyway, in Harry's eyes, the word clear usually means--"

Before he could finish his words, Ron put one arm around Harry's shoulders and rubbed his neck with the other.

The meaning is very clear then.

“No, no, no, of course we won’t be so cruel,” Fred waved his hands and said, “Oh my God, is this the style of us Minotaur? Listen, George, listen - clear!”

"Yes, you don't have to tell me, Fred, I heard it - clear!"

Deliberately lowering their voices, the two brothers looked as if they were ill, pretending to look gloomy and constantly gesturing on their necks.

Harry: "..."

To be honest, he always felt that the two brothers were like a two-headed ogre, sharing one body but with two heads quarreling with each other, and even fighting with each other.

"Although these goblins always come to live in the garden uninvited and chew the roots of the plants, making the garden a mess, even my mother who hates goblins would not want to see us kill the goblins." George shrugged and said, "Watch it, Harry."

Half squatting at the entrance of the cave, George reached out and patted the ground, then shouted into the dark cave: "Hello? Is anyone home?"

"...So clear it out?" Harry said speechlessly: "Are the goblins idiots?"

"This is certainly not a complete removal service process, Harry, don't worry," Ron whispered, "Look, he's coming out."

It did come out, a creature about a foot tall, but with a head that was almost as big as its body... The little thing just crawled out of the ground, its skin rough and tough, just like a big potato.

"So this is our uninvited neighbor, Harry." George stood up and grabbed the leg of the goblin that had just emerged from the hole. "You have so many books to read that I guess you haven't seen these harmless little creatures yet."

“Let me go! Let me go now!!”

The goblin who was caught upside down was screaming madly and struggling desperately with his remaining arms.

"And then?" Harry asked, "if you don't intend to kill him."

"Just throw it out," George said simply.

He began to swing the goblin's arm like a windmill, and at the last moment, George suddenly let go of his hand, and then several people heard the goblin screaming and drawing an arc in the air and flying out.

"That's it?" Harry said with his eyes wide open, "They should come back, right? After all, their home is here."

"That'll do it," Ron laughed as he grabbed the second goblin that emerged from the hole, then threw him out after a few random throws, "Well... Fred, I think I can throw it farther than you."

"I'm George, my stupid brother."

"Okay, George, but I win."

"..."

Harry couldn't help rubbing his temples as he watched the two brothers compete to see who could throw farther.

"…It's just like playing house," he sighed.

"What are you talking about, Harry?" Fred, who had already joined the game, turned his head and said, "Why don't you come over and join us? Hurry up, these goblins are going crazy, be careful not to get bit by them - let's get rid of the goblins!"

Fred's shout was like a bell ringing at dinner time, and goblins appeared everywhere in the garden.

"Goblins were eliminated? Where were goblins eliminated?"

"Let me see it quickly!"

Harry: "..."

It was hard for him to imagine these words coming out of the mouths of these goblins.

These little creatures were like cats chasing after a show, and they gathered around Harry and his companions one after another - and then were thrown away - or kicked away - one after another by Ron and his companions.

Just like Muggles playing football, these thick-skinned goblins are the football, and they are competing to see who can kick it farther and higher.

But it must be said that even though Fred and his two companions kicked very fast, their speed was still no match for the speed at which the goblins surrounded them. Before seeing it with one's own eyes, it was hard to imagine that there were so many goblins in this seemingly small garden.

"Hey, Harry, you really don't want to join us?" Ron called again, and he began to pant. "This is definitely a brand new game you have never played before, and it's very good for exercising!"

"...Here it comes." Harry sighed silently, looked around, and finally picked up a wooden stick from the wall and walked over.

boom! !

"Good shot!" Ron shouted excitedly, "As expected of you, Harry! You definitely broke the record with this shot. It seems that the goblin has flown to the opposite hillside!"

"It's not like he did fly up!" Fred covered his eyes and looked into the distance, "I hope he won't disturb the Lovegood family, huh."

"Are there still people living there?" Harry asked.

"Yes," George shrugged and said, "But our family doesn't have any dealings with that family. They are a bit..."

"Crazy," Fred added.

"Okay," Harry nodded, "I hope the goblin just now won't destroy their garden."

(End of this chapter)