The three of them went downstairs and entered the yard, where several fat brown chickens were pecking at the yard.
The Weasley family's yard is very large. If the surrounding land is included, it is overgrown with weeds, the flower beds have not been taken care of, and there is a large green pond next to it, with many frogs in it.
Fred walked to the flower bed, bent down and reached inside, and caught a goblin in a moment.
"Let me go! Let me go!" the goblin screamed, kicking Fred's hand.
"It can actually talk!" Albert leaned over and looked at the goblin, feeling that this creature was incredible.
The goblin is not big, with a big, round, bald head like a potato, and rough and tough skin.
"Well, goblins can talk, but they are very stupid. As long as you stun the goblins, they will not be able to find the goblin cave." Fred grabbed the goblin's ankle, lifted it up, and smiled at Albert
Said, "Let's go somewhere else. Don't let mom see us. She doesn't like us playing with those things. She always wants us to go to the Ministry of Magic in the future. You know, that place is like a prison."
Albert couldn't help laughing.
"What are you doing?"
The three of them were just about to change places when Ginny appeared out of nowhere, stared at Fred carrying the goblin, and asked curiously.
"We are going to do an interesting experiment!" George winked at Ginny and said, "Don't tell mom, okay?"
"OK!"
Ginny nodded vigorously in agreement.
The four of them changed places, and after Fred put the goblin down, they saw George take out a toffee from his pocket, peel off the wrapping paper, and forcefully stuff it into the goblin's mouth.
This was not an easy task. George was bitten by the goblin and it took him a long time to let the guy eat the candy.
"You feed the goblins toffee?"
Ginny blinked her beautiful eyes and asked in confusion.
"It seems to have failed?" Albert said, "Maybe you should drop two drops of swelling agent directly into its mouth to see if the swelling agent is effective on creatures like goblins."
"Are you a devil?" Fred couldn't help but complain, but he did just that.
When George pried open the goblin's mouth, he poured some swelling agent into its mouth.
"It doesn't seem to have any effect."
As soon as they finished speaking, the goblin in front of them suddenly expanded in a circle, like an inflated balloon.
"It's effective, but not obvious." Albert expressed his guess, "It's probably because the swelling agent you made is not very effective. Of course, it may also be that creatures like goblins have a certain tolerance for potions.
resistance."
"We spent the whole summer tinkering with it," Fred said gloomily, "and ended up with a crappy thing like this."
"Make it smart!" Albert asked, "It shouldn't matter if you use magic here!"
"It doesn't matter. In the wizard's house, the Ministry of Magic doesn't know who is using magic."
"It's so enviable. I can't use magic at home." Albert took out his wand and waved it, turning the swollen goblin back to its original appearance.
"By the way, how did you develop the fat lip seasoning last time?"
"Who knows!" Albert comforted casually, "Things will not go as smoothly as you think, especially those who are engaged in these inventions and creations. It is impossible without sufficient knowledge reserves and patience."
The twins curled their lips in disdain, someone had created many interesting magic props.
"Okay, let's not talk about this for now. Tell me about the magical world. I'm very curious about what the life of a wizard is like."
Albert looked at the Weasley family's house from a distance. It looked very artistic. Not to mention the four or five chimneys on the roof, the kind of house that was stacked on top of each other crookedly without collapsing was all done by magic.
Built up.
Unlike Brod's manor, the Weasley family lived in a remote rural area. They had their own vegetable garden, not only raised chickens and ducks, but even had a pig pen further away. This was a completely self-sufficient small-scale farmer's life.
"It's boring. We usually help the family with some housework, and occasionally play Quidditch together." Fred seemed reluctant to mention these things, "Maybe we should promote the wizard card as soon as possible."
"Wizard card, what is that?" Ginny asked curiously.
"Albert invented a card game, and we are trying to promote it. We also held the first wizard card game at Hogwarts last semester..." Fred gushed to his sister.
Their great achievements in school were so hyped that George couldn't bear it anymore and kicked Fred to shut up.
Probably to entertain Albert, the Weasley family’s lunch was particularly sumptuous.
During the meal, Mr. Weasley asked Albert to sit next to him and kept asking him about Muggle things.
Albert talked a lot about Muggles and asked Mr. Weasley some things about the wizarding world. He was very interested in wizard radio stations, but Mr. Weasley couldn't tell. He only said that wizards use magic to
Muggle radios were modified.
In fact, wizards are very good at doing this kind of thing. The Hogwarts Express is the best example. The British Ministry of Magic at the time directly commandeered a Muggle train and carried out a series of modifications to it.
"Thank you, I'm full."
When Mrs. Weasley enthusiastically offered Albert a third meal, he quickly refused.
After lunch, everyone sat at the dining table and chatted. Albert asked Mr. Weasley if he would get into trouble if he practiced divination at home.
"Probably not, as long as you don't use magic." Mr. Weasley said casually. He obviously didn't think Albert could learn divination on his own.
"It's hard to really learn anything useful in a divination class." Percy, who rarely went back to his room, said, "At most, people can only learn some common sense things. There are very few wizards who really understand prophecy."
"Yes!" Albert responded unsurely. He had panel skills, and if he upgraded with some upgrades, he would definitely be able to learn prophecy, so he wasn't worried at all about whether he would be able to learn it.
Percy seemed to have opened up a chatterbox, telling Albert some of his experiences and how to arrange his time so that he would not be unable to complete the twelve homework assignments.
Most of Percy's experiences were told to him by Bill.
"I think your consideration is completely unnecessary." Fred finally couldn't help interrupting Percy.
"Don't forget, Albert grew up in the Muggle world, and his Muggle studies are better than most wizards even if he doesn't learn them." George pointed this out unceremoniously. He felt that he might suffer because of too much homework.
It can't be finished, but Albert certainly won't.
"His ancient runes are infinitely better than yours." Fred continued to attack Percy, "I think you are definitely not as good as Albert."
"Ahem, let's continue talking about divination. I'm very interested in it." Albert interrupted, "However, the divination professor doesn't seem very reliable."
"It's really not very reliable." Percy lowered his voice and said, "But everyone can still learn some basic knowledge."
In the afternoon, a few people got together to play wizard cards.
Ron and Ginny also joined in.
However, Ron was bored by this card game with no special effects, and was ridiculed by Fred and George.
Ginny was interested in the portraits above. After hearing the rules, she quickly got started and started playing with Fred.
"Why are there no Percy cards?" Ginny asked after playing a game.
"Because we didn't get Percy's permission." Albert explained casually, "If he allowed it, we wouldn't mind making a card for him, um, Prefect Percy."
"It's better not to do it, no one will use it."
In the evening, when the sun was setting and the heat had just subsided, Fred and George suggested that everyone go to the nearby woods to play Quidditch.
Ron and Ginny also went together, and they took turns using Charlie's broom.
"Wood will definitely not let you be lazy again." Fred looked at the few people flying in the sky and said to Albert: "After all, we lost so miserably last time."
"Forget it, I have a bunch of courses this semester and I'm too busy."
"Why are you studying so much?" George was puzzled. "You're not that Percy guy who wants to enter the Ministry of Magic all day long. I don't think you are interested in the Ministry of Magic."
"Well, I'm not interested, but knowledge is never too little. Accumulate more so that you don't run out of money when you need it." Albert changed the subject, "Your sister is a good flyer. She might be an excellent one in the future.
Quidditch player."
"She used to secretly take the broom out to fly." George curled his lips and said, of course, both he and Fred pretended not to know about this.
"I remember you also have a sister."
"Well, she has no magical talent."
"It's unbelievable that he has no magic talent." George was indeed a little surprised. After all, in their opinion, Albert's magic talent was so amazing.
"There is nothing we can do about it." Albert said helplessly: "Some things cannot be forced."
While the two were talking, an owl flew over.
"You really have a lot of letters. I always see you receiving them." Fred couldn't help complaining, "Who sent it?"
"Mr. Broad." Albert glanced at the sender on the envelope, tore open the envelope, took out the letter paper inside and began to read the content. He frowned slightly. Mr. Broad told him that someone would be sent to pick him up before dinner.
past.
"He said he would send someone to take me to his place later."
"Are you leaving? I thought you would stay with us for a few days." Fred, who had just left, couldn't help but widened his eyes and said, "If you don't stay for dinner, mom will definitely be very disappointed."
"I'll write him a letter." Albert put away the letter, touched the owl's head and said, "Let him come and pick me up after dinner."
Albert was a little curious as to what surprise Isobel wrote in her letter last time. She seemed to think that she would definitely accept the fact that she would be the heir.