Harry Potter: Glory of the King

"That's the road," George said suddenly. He looked down through the windshield and said, "We'll be there in ten minutes."

Fred lowered the car a bit, and Harry saw a pattern of fields and clusters of trees.

"We are a little outside of the village," George introduced, "it is the village of Ottery Sant Catchpole."

The car flew lower and lower, "Landing!" Fred shouted. The car shook slightly and hit the ground. They landed next to a dilapidated garage, surrounded by a small yard, and Harry and Ona looked at the Ron’s house.

It used to be a big stone sty, but some rooms were added here and there. It was as high as a few stories, slanted, as if built by magic. There are four or five chimneys on the roof of the red house. , A sign was inserted diagonally in front of the house, saying "The Burrow". Some high-top leather shoes were thrown by the gate, and there was a rusty crucible, and a few brown chickens were pecking at the yard.

"Not so good, right?" Ron said. "Can't compare with your uncle—let alone the Ona's."

"Awesome!" Harry didn't think it was so bad. Ona was already considering whether he could make a change—he felt that he might be able to trigger some special task.

Everyone got out of the car.

"To be honest, Dad couldn't come, and we planned to postpone it. We persuaded our mother--that's Harry Potter and Ona Clough!" Ron raised his head, feeling that these two friends were particularly honored.

Mrs. Weasley was already waiting there, and she was relieved to see them coming back safely. She was wearing a printed apron with a magic wand in her pocket.

"Good morning, Harry, Ona!" she said to them kindly.

"Good morning, Mrs. Weasley!" the two children said hello in bowler hats.

"It's nice to see you, dear," she said. "Go in and eat a little bit." Mrs. Weasley turned and led a group of people into the house.

The kitchen is small and quite crowded, with a clean wooden table and chairs in the middle. Harry and Ona sat in their chairs, and they looked around. They had never been in a wizard's house before—except for Hagrid's cabin.

The wall clock on the opposite wall has only one needle and no numbers. On the face of the clock are written words such as brewing tea, feeding chicken, and you need to know. There are three layers of books on the mantelpiece: "Magic to Your Cheese", "Magic of Toast", "Converting a Table of Feast", etc.-all magic books.

Harry and Ona heard the old radio next to the pool say: "Next is \'Magic Time', performed by the famous witch singer Cetina Warbeck."

Mrs. Weasley brought a plate of sausages and poured eight or nine sausages into Harry's bowl. Ona said he had eaten them, so in the end he only took one and tried it. It tasted good. Harry also got three poached eggs, and Ona wanted one.

"We were planning to pick you up in person, and I didn't expect Arthur to agree to let their three children drive, but driving an illegal car over half the country-anyone could see you." Weiss Mrs. Leigh muttered, "Fortunately you are back safely."

Mrs. Weasley used her magic wand to point at the dishes in the sink at will, and the dishes were cleaned by themselves and clinked.

Then she started buttering Harry and Ona cut the bread, "It looks like Harry is starving. Ona, we may have lunch later in a while-so maybe you should eat more?"

"No need." Harry and Ona refused at the same time. Harry really ate a lot, while Ona felt that Ron and the others had swallowed obviously.

At this moment, a little red-haired girl in a long pajamas ran into the kitchen, screamed, and ran out again.

"Ginny," Ron said. "My sister, she has been talking about you two all summer."

"Yes? She really wants your signature, Harry." Fred said with a smile.

"Well, she was excited all night last night, and now she is up." Mrs. Weasley gave a helpless look at the direction her daughter ran out and explained.

Several plates were finally emptied under Harry's efforts.

"You go and clean up the goblins in the garden." Mrs. Weasley said to the three sons. "Should Harry and Ona go for a cup of tea?"

"You're welcome, Mrs. Weasley." Ona immediately stood up and said, "We are here as guests, but we are also very curious about everything here, so can we go to the garden with Ron and the others?"

"Oh, really two good boys." Seeing Harry nodded frantically, Mrs. Weasley stopped insisting. "But this is a boring job. Now, let's see what Lockhart said."

He pulled out a large book from the mantelpiece, and the three Georges wailed at the same time.

"Lockhart?" Harry didn't know why.

"Oh, a writer." Ona explained briefly-he often went to Diagon Alley recently to get to know the now-famous wizard writer, but he knew Lockhart was just a thief.

Harry saw the gilded squiggly written on the cover of that book: Guidro Lockhart teaches you to remove household pests. There is a big picture under the title of the book. It is a handsome wizard, but it is slightly more exaggerated than Ona. The wizard has wavy blond hair and bright blue eyes, and he is blinking at them presumptuously in the photo. Mrs. Weasley looked down at him with a smile.

"Oh, he is amazing." She said, "He knows the pests in his house. This is a good book..."

"Mom! We know how to clear goblins in the garden!" George said dissatisfied.

"Mom admires him very much." Fred explained to Harry and Ona in a low voice.

"Don't talk nonsense, Fred!" Mrs. Weasley blushed. "Okay! If you think you know more than Lockhart, do it. But if I check there is another one in the garden. Goblin, just wait and see!"

The Weasley brothers grumbled, and lazily took Harry and Ona out. The garden was large and overgrown with weeds. All kinds of plants that Harry could not name had sprung from every flowerbed, and there was a green one. There are many frogs in the big pond.

"You know, there are goblins in the Muggle Garden," Harry said to Ron as he walked across the lawn.

"Ah, I know, I've seen something that Muggles thought it was a goblin," Ron said, bending down and burying his head in the peony bush. "Like a chubby little Santa, carrying a fishing rod..."

There was a violent struggle, and the peony branches trembled, and Ron straightened up, "This is a goblin!"

Ona and Harry looked at them, they didn't look like Santa Claus at all. They had small bodies, rough and tough skin, and a bald, big round head that looked like a potato. Ron stretched his arms to lift the goblin, because it kicked and stomped at him with its little callous feet, yelling, "Let go of me! Let go of me!"

Ron grabbed it by the ankle and lifted it upside down. "You have to do this."

I saw Ron lift the goblin above his head and began to wave his arms in a big circle like a lasso: "It won't hurt them-you have to turn them stunned so they can't find the goblin hole."

Ron said, letting his hand loose, and the goblin flew out twenty feet and thumped into the ground behind the hedge.

"Poor." Fred said disgustedly. "I promise to throw that stump."

Because of the bet, Fred was able to stand on the sidelines.