Disagreement Over Gnomes

The farce on the first night at the Burrow ended with Ron's silence, and even Draco, who usually loved to mock Ron, fell silent as well.

Actually, Luo E still wanted to try to get Harry's sleeping place.

After all, sometimes the more you lose about something, the more you value it.

They are even willing to sacrifice more for this.

But then Harry said, "I think the tent is big enough for the three of us to stay together."

The atmosphere among the three became increasingly awkward, and Ron couldn't help but groan, lamenting that he had lost his innocence because of this.

The Ghoul on the ceiling howled loudly along with Ron's groans, banging on the pipes.

In the end, the three of them went to Draco's place.

In Ron's words, "I'm already like this, can't I indulge myself a little?"

And just like that, the next day arrived quickly.

Life at the Burrow and life on Privet Drive were worlds apart. The Dursley loved everything to be orderly, while the Weasley family were full of wonder and surprises. The mirror on the kitchen mantel gave Harry a fright.

The first time he looked in the mirror, the mirror suddenly yelled, "Tuck your shirt into your pants! You look sloppy!"

Small explosions could be heard from Fred and George's house from time to time.

However, Harry felt regret again, regretting why he had chosen to stay with Ron.

What Harry was most pleased about wasn't the unusual environment, but that everyone here liked him.

This is completely different from the feeling in the dormitory in Ravenclaw.

This is a complete and warm family that is willing to treat him like a child and accept him.

Completely different from the Dursley family.

Although Harry has recently received much better treatment from the Dursley family, apart from Dudley, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia do not treat him entirely as part of the family.

But now, because of what Draco said last night, everything has changed. If only it hadn't happened.

Mrs. Weasley mended his socks and made him refill them four times at every meal. But she was also careful not to let Harry, Draco, and George be alone together; Mrs. Weasley pulled Fred and George out to keep Harry and Draco company.

"Mom, we have important things to do too!" Fred and George looked annoyed.

"Alright, logically speaking, you shouldn't be using magic."

"If you're not happy about it, fine, but you'll have to hand over your wands to me first." That was Mrs. Weasley.

Mr. Weasley liked to have Harry sit next to him at meals and would keep asking Harry about Muggle life, such as what plugs and the post office were all about.

But under Mrs. Weasley's threatening gaze, while asking about the plugs and the post office, he also inquired whether Harry had a girl he liked.

None of the above would actually make Harry too upset.

After all, it is a pleasure to talk to a great wizard like Mr. Weasley.

Fred and George were also a pair of fun-loving friends.

Being with them, although Ron was often teased, also brought smiles to Harry and Draco's faces.

What frustrated Harry the most was Ginny, the least noticeable little sister in the Weasley family.

Ginny no longer blushes whenever she sees Harry like before, and she no longer accidentally knocks over things every time they make eye contact.

But now, whenever Harry senses something is wrong, he finds a little red-haired figure secretly looking at him.

But every time Harry turned his head, she vanished again. Her ability to disappear was almost seven-tenths as good as Ryan's.

This left Harry speechless with frustration.

Even Take-copter aren't fun anymore.

This is the Weasley family garden, much larger than one might imagine, a complete contrast to the Burrow.

Even Draco blushed slightly with excitement.

It wasn't that the Malfoy family's garden was small; Draco's reasoning was the same as Harry's.

The Draco family's garden was exactly the same style as the Dursley family', with even the smallest blade of grass being meticulously kept to the same height.

The Weasley family's garden, however, was overgrown with weeds, surrounded by gnarled trees at the base of the walls, and sprouted all sorts of plants they had never seen before from every flowerbed. There was also a large green pond teeming with frogs.

Ron, wearing the Take-copter that Harry had given up on, Accio on the lawn, playfully wrestling with Draco.

At this point, Fred and George, looking for some fun, decided to take Harry and Draco to participate in the Weasley family's usual game— the Goblin.

"Hey ha!" Ron darted through the grass like an owl catching a mouse, and the next second, a strange creature appeared in his hand.

"What is this?" Harry asked, puzzled, glancing at Ron and ignoring Draco, who was teasing frogs with Take-copter by the pond.

"Goblin!" Ron said dejectedly.

"No, there are Goblin in Muggle Gardens too."

"The same?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"I see."

"Goblin are Magical Creatures, and they have a unique ability that makes them invisible to Muggle."

"Goblin in the Muggle world are different from those in the Wizarding World. Because Muggle life is more complex and comfortable, and they have no natural enemies, they appear to be more intelligent."

"They've even learned how to dress." Ron said, holding up the creature with rough skin and a round, potato-like face.

"Ron!"

"Is this our little brother?"

"Weasley?" Everyone present was shocked.

"Hey! I'm still Ravenclaw!"

"Okay, I did ask my dad why the Goblin in the Muggle World are different from those in the Wizarding World."

"Like before, when I mentioned the Goblin in the Muggle World, I only knew that they were like chubby little Santa Claus, carrying fishing rods, speaking in complete sentences, and with smooth skin."

"But why that was, I never asked or thought about," Ron said.

But this still amazed Fred and George, who even forgot to joke about Ron.

They knew best what Ron was like before.

He never actively seeks answers.

"Let me go! Let me go!" the Goblin screamed.

The scream startled Harry and the others from their surprise, and they realized that the little creature had been screaming for a long time.

They didn't even hear it.

Ron stretched out his arms and held it up as it kicked and thrashed at him with its calloused little feet. He grabbed its ankles and lifted it upside down.

"Alright, let's get down to business. Harry, Draco, look, this is what you're going to do," he said, lifting the Goblin above his head ("Let me go!") and beginning to swing his arms in large circles like he was swinging a lasso.

And so, an afternoon was spent, with even Harry, who was initially reluctant, getting involved, which had nothing to do with the Goblin biting him.

Ron had said that this level of damage wouldn't harm them; at most, it would only make them dizzy—so they wouldn't be able to find the Goblin cave.

That's it, Harry firmly believes.