Mrs. Weasley is an authentic Harlot fan, simply known as a Harlot fan.

She flipped through Gilderoy Harlot's copy of "Gilderoy Harlot Teaches You to Know Pests" and taught the three Weasley brothers.

This gave them a headache and their ears were calloused, but they were helpless.

Listening dryly to Mrs. Weasley's narration for about half an hour.

The Weasley brothers yawned and grumbled. They slouched out, Dudley and Harry following them.

Weasley's garden was large, and it wasn't very well cared for, overgrown with weeds.

Plants sprang up from each flower bed, and on the other side there was a large green pond with many frogs.

They walked across the lawn, and Ron bent down and buried his head in the peony bushes.

There was a violent struggle, and the peony branches trembled.

Ron straightened up, holding a small object in his hand, "This is a goblin." ”

The goblin screamed with a straight face, "Let go of me!

It struggled in Ron's hands.

Dudley leaned his head over and took a closer look, the goblin had a tiny body, about the size of a palm. The skin is rough and tough, and the big bare round head is like a potato.

Others have become bald and stronger, and the bald head of the goblin obviously will not make it stronger.

Dudley poked the goblin with his finger, and the goblin was a little fierce, baring his teeth and claws to bite his finger.

Ron held it with his arms outstretched as it kicked and kicked at him with its calloused little feet, dishonestly. With his other hand, he grabbed it by its staggering foot and neck and lifted it upside down.

"Let go of me!"

The crowd ignored the goblin's shouts.

Ron looked at them and said, "You need to do this. Then he lifted the goblin above his head and began to make a large circle like a lasso, his arms spinning like a windmill.

Ron looked at Dudley and Harry's surprised expressions and smiled and said, "Don't worry, it won't hurt them... The first step in cleaning up the goblins is to stun them so that they can't find the original goblin hole. ”

As soon as he let go of his hand, the goblin flew twenty feet out, and with the goblin's cry, it plopped down into the ground behind the hedge.

"Bad," Fred commented, also clutching a goblin in his hand, "I promise to throw over that stump." ”

With a 'whoosh', the goblin fell in front of the stump.

Fred was greeted with George's boo.

Soon the garden was filled with goblins.

Harry was the gentlest of them all, and the goblins in his hands were gently thrown out of the hedge.

"Oh! Harry shouted, and a goblin bit his finger and dangled back and forth in the air. He shook his wrist vigorously, and the goblin kept biting his finger and remained unmoved, until finally ......

"Awesome, Harry, you're going to be fifty feet ......."

Before long, they couldn't find the goblin.

"They'll come back here again. Ron looked in the direction they threw the goblins and said, "They love it here, Daddy is too tolerant of them, he finds the goblins very interesting." I dare say there is no one like our family. ”

Just then, there was a banging of the door.

"It's back!" George shouted happily, "Daddy is back!"

The crowd hurried through the garden back into the house.

A man collapsed on a kitchen chair, his glasses off, his eyes closed.

This is Arthur Weasley.

It was the first time Dudley had seen him, a skinny man, a little overwhelmed, but the rest of his hair was as bright red as his children. He was wearing a green robe, and he looked dusty.

"It's been a terrible night!" he muttered, rubbing his cheeks and reaching for the teapot, "Nine houses were raided in one night. Mundungus Fletch is an old fellow trying to use magic on me while I'm turning......"

Dudley knew the man and was impressed with him. He is timid and selfish by nature, and he likes to take advantage of and steal things, which is also due to his external sacrifice of Moody.

Arthur took a long sip of tea and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Did you find anything?" Fred asked eagerly.

"Just a few shrunken house keys and a biting kettle. Arthur said with a yawn.

George asked, "Why would anyone want to make a key that shrinks?"

"What else can I do, it's not to play tricks on those Muggles," Arthur sighed, "sell a key to a Muggle, and in the end the key shrinks to nothing, and when you need it, you can't find it... Of course, Muggles wouldn't admit that they were being tricked, because none of the Muggles would admit that their keys would shrink and shrink, they would just insist that they had lost them. These Muggles, they will always be blind to magic, even if it comes to them......"

"Like your flying car?" Molly walked in, holding a stick of fire in her hand, like a sword.

"Molly...," Arthur looked at his wife with his mouth wide open, "Steam... What car?"

"Arthur, do you still want to pretend you don't know?" Molly's eyes lit up, "Think about how you promised me in the first place, and I'll give you a hint... A wizard buys an old rusty car and assures his wife that he just wants to take it apart and see what's inside. But in fact, he used magic to turn it into a flying car. Heh!

Arthur blinked, smirked, and took it apart, studied the interiors, and remodeled them, which was perfectly fine.

"My dear, I think if you take a good look at the latest Muggle Protection Laws, you'll see... As long as that wizard doesn't fly with this car......"

"Arthur Weasley, so that's why you deliberately left a hole in the law?" exclaimed Molly, "just to be able to tinker with those Muggle stuff in your shed!"

She walked up and pinched Arthur's ear and said, "I'm telling you something, your good sons went out in this car last night. What else do you want to say now, huh?"

"Really?" asked Arthur eagerly, "does it fly well?"

"Of course!" Fred replied with a smile.

Molly's eyes radiated with rage, and she glared at Arthur as if a hungry lion was staring at its prey.

Arthur coughed a few times and quickly changed his words, "It's very wrong for you to do this, it's very wrong to do this... But why do you go out in the car at night?"

Molly's mood was much softened, and she said, "To pick up Harry and Dudley." ”

"Harry, Dudley?" said Arthur, with a blank look on his face. He looked around and jumped up excitedly, "Is that Harry Potter? ”

There was silence for a while, Arthur said that there was nothing wrong with that, except for those Voldemort's henchmen and the dark wizard in the wizarding world, everyone else would be happy to see Harry, but it was Dudley's hand that he was holding.