The Burrow

The three of them went downstairs and into the yard, where several plump brown chickens were pecking at the ground.

The Weasley family ' yard was huge; if you included the surrounding land, it was overgrown with weeds, the flowerbeds were unkempt, and there was a large green pond next to it teeming with frogs.

Fred walked to the edge of the flowerbed, bent down and reached inside, and in a moment he pulled out a Gnome.

"Let me go! Let me go!" the Gnome screamed, kicking Fred's hand.

"It can actually talk!" Albert leaned closer, examining the Gnome and finding the creature quite incredible.

The Gnome was small, with a large, round, bald head like a potato, and rough, tough skin.

"Well, Gnome can talk, but they're stupid. If you just confuse Gnome, they won't be able to find their Gnome." Fred grabbed the Gnome's ankle, lifted it upside down, and said to Albert with a smile, "Let's go somewhere else, so Mom doesn't see us. She doesn't like us playing with those things. She always wants us to go to the Ministry of Magic. You know, that place is like a prison."

Albert couldn't help but laugh.

What are you doing?

Just as the three were about to change locations, Ginny appeared out of nowhere, staring at Fred who was carrying the Gnome, and asked curiously.

"We're going to do a fun experiment!" George winked at Ginny and said, "Don't tell Mom, okay?"

"OK!"

Ginny nodded vigorously in agreement.

The four moved to another spot, and after Fred put the Gnome down, they saw George take a toffee out of his pocket, peel off the outer wrapper, and force it into the Gnome's mouth.

This was no easy task. George was bitten by Gnome, and it took him a long time to get the guy to eat the candy.

"You're Gnome goblins toffee?"

Ginny blinked her beautiful eyes and asked, puzzled.

"Looks like it failed?" Albert said. "Perhaps you should have just put two drops of Swelling Solution in its mouth and seen if it would work on Gnome Swelling Solution."

"Are you the devil?" Fred couldn't help but complain, but he actually did it.

When George pried open the Gnome's mouth, he poured some Swelling Solution into it.

"It doesn't seem to be working."

As soon as they finished speaking, the Gnome in front of them suddenly swelled up, like an inflated balloon.

"It's effective, but not very noticeable," Albert said, offering his guess. "It's probably because the Swelling Solution you made wasn't very effective. Of course, it could also be that Gnome are creatures that have some resistance to Potions."

"We've been tinkering with this all summer," Fred said dejectedly, "And this is the piece of junk we've come up with."

"Bring it back!" Albert asked. "It shouldn't be a problem to use magic here, right?"

"It's alright. In a wizard's house, the Ministry of Magic can't figure out who is using magic."

"How enviable! I can't use magic at home." Albert drew his wand and waved it, turning the bloated Gnome back to its original shape.

"Speaking of which, how exactly did you develop the Fat Lip Seasoning last time?"

"Who knows!" Albert casually reassured him. "Things won't go as smoothly as you imagine, especially for those who do these inventions. You can't do it without enough knowledge and patience."

The Twins curled their lip in disdain; this person had created quite a few interesting magical gadgets.

"Alright, let's not talk about that now. Tell me about the Wizarding World. I'm very curious about what life is like for wizards."

Albert looked at the Weasley family from afar. It looked very artistic. Not to mention the four or five chimneys on the roof, the way the houses were haphazardly stacked together, crooked and twisted, yet still standing, seemed to have been built entirely by magic.

Unlike the Brood's estate, the Weasley family in a remote rural area with their own vegetable garden, raising chickens and ducks, and even having a pigsty further away. This was a completely self-sufficient small-scale farming life.

"It's boring. We usually help with chores around the house and occasionally play Quidditch together." Fred seemed reluctant to talk about these things. "Maybe we should promote Wizard Card as soon as possible."

"Wizard Card, what are those?" Ginny asked curiously.

"It's a card game invented by Albert, and we're trying to promote it. Last semester, we even held our first Wizard Card Competition at Hogwarts..." Fred went on and on about their great achievements at school to his sister, exaggerating to the extreme. In the end, George couldn't stand it anymore and kicked him to shut Fred up.

Presumably to entertain Albert, the Weasley family had an exceptionally lavish lunch.

During the meal, Mr. Weasley had Albert sit next to him and kept asking him about Muggle.

Albert talked a lot about Muggle and asked Mr. Weasley about the Wizarding World. He was very interested in the Wizarding Wireless station, but Mr. Weasley couldn't say anything about it, only that wizards used magic to modify Muggle radios.

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 requisitioned a Muggle train and carried out a series of modifications on it.

"Thank you, I'm full."

When Mrs. Weasley offered Albert a third serving of food, he quickly declined.

After lunch, everyone sat at the table chatting. Albert asked Mr. Weasley if practicing Divination at home would cause him trouble.

"Probably not, as long as you don't use magic," Mr. Weasley said casually, clearly not believing Albert could learn Divination on his own.

"It's hard to learn anything truly useful from Divination class," Percy said, unusually not returning to his room. "At most, they can only teach you some common sense; very few wizards truly understand Prophecy."

"Hmm!" Albert responded noncommittally. He had Panel Skill, and if he added points to upgrade it, he would definitely be able to learn Prophecy, so he wasn't worried at all about not being able to learn it.

Percy seemed to have opened a floodgate of words, rambling on and on about his experiences with Albert, and how to manage his time so that he wouldn't be unable to complete his Twelve Subjects assignments.

Percy's experience was largely based on Bill told him.

"I think your considerations are completely unnecessary," Fred finally interrupted Percy.

"Don't forget, Albert grew up in the Muggle World. Even without formal education, his Muggle Studies are better than most wizards'," George pointed out bluntly. He felt he might be overwhelmed with homework, but Albert certainly wouldn't be.

"His Ancient Runes are far more powerful than yours," Fred continued to belittle Percy. "I don't think you're any better than Albert."

"Ahem, let's continue talking about Divination. I'm very interested in it," Albert interrupted. "However, the Divination class professor doesn't seem very reliable."

"It's not very reliable," Percy said in a low voice, "But people can still learn some basic knowledge."

In the afternoon, the group gathered together to play Wizard Card.

Ron and Ginny also got involved.

However, Ron found the card game, which had no special effects, boring, and was ridiculed by Fred and George.

Ginny was interested in the portraits on the screen, and after hearing the rules, she quickly got the hang of it and started playing with Fred.

"Why aren't there any Percy cards?" Ginny asked after playing a game.

"Because we didn't get Percy's permission," Albert explained casually. "If he did, we wouldn't mind making him a card, hmm, Prefect Percy."

"Let's not do it, I doubt anyone will use it."

As evening approached and the heat subsided, Fred and George suggested that everyone go to the nearby woods to play Quidditch.

Ron and Ginny went along too, and they took turns using Charlie's broom.

"Wood certainly won't let you slack off again." Fred said to Albert, looking at the group flying in the sky. "After all, we lost so badly last time."

"I'd better not. I have a ton of courses this semester and I won't be able to manage them all."

"Why are you learning so much?" George asked, puzzled. "You're not like Percy, that guy who's always trying to get into the Ministry of Magic. I don't think you'd be interested in the Ministry of Magic."

"Well, I'm not interested, but you can never have too much knowledge. It's good to accumulate more so you won't be short of things when you need them." Albert changed the subject. "Your sister flies quite well; she might become an excellent Quidditch player in the future."

"She used to sneak out and fly around with a broom," George said, pursing his lips. Of course, he and Fred pretended not to know this.

"I remember you seem to have a younger sister too."

"Yes, she has no talent for magic."

"No magical talent? That's unbelievable." George was genuinely surprised. After all, in their eyes, Albert's magical talent was truly astonishing.

"There's nothing we can do about it," Albert said with a hint of helplessness. "Some things can't be forced."

Just as the two were talking, an owl flew over.

"You get so many letters! I feel like I see you receiving mail all the time," Fred couldn't help but complain. "Who sent them?"

"Mr. Brood." Albert glanced at the sender's name on the envelope, tore it open, took out the letter inside, and began to read its contents. He frowned slightly. Mr. Brood had told him that someone would pick him up before dinner.

He said he would send someone to pick me up and take me to his place later.

"You're leaving? I thought you'd be staying a few days." Fred, who had just landed, widened his eyes and said, "Mom will be very disappointed if you don't stay for dinner."

"I'll write him a letter," Albert said, putting away the letter and patting the owl's head. "He'll come pick me up after dinner."

Albert was a little curious about what surprise Isobel had mentioned in her last letter, as she seemed to think she would definitely accept the fact that she had an heir.