Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

The Weasleys were very pleased with the gift Mike had brought, and it was clear from their reaction at dinner.

Mr. Weasley didn't let go of the remote control car. He really couldn't figure out why this thing could move according to his instructions even though there was no trace of magic on it.

Little Ginny was no longer in the mood to eat. She had already put the sterling silver hairpin on her head, and she would touch it from time to time. The hairpin was dotted with a small pearl, shining brightly under the candlelight.

As for the three Weasley brothers and Franklin, each had a great time playing with a Gameboy handheld console, which they later pestered Mike to get. According to their conversations with each other, they should be playing a game called Pokemon, which Mike's youngest son Jimmy also liked to play in his previous life.

Fortunately, Mrs. Weasley was not obsessed with recipes. She kept talking to Mike at the dinner table and kept helping him add dishes. Seeing that no one else was interested in eating, and she was the only one greeting the guests, Mrs. Weasley couldn't bear it anymore and stopped everyone's unreasonable behavior with a roar from the east of the river. He turned around and put on a smiling face like a Sichuan Opera actor and continued to entertain Mike.

Thanks to Mrs. Weasley's brilliance, the atmosphere at the dinner table finally returned to normal.

After dinner, everyone dispersed as if they had completed their tasks. Those who studied remote control cars continued to study, those who played games continued to play games, and those who were stinky continued to be stinky. Even Mrs. Weasley went to study the recipes, and the dishes on the table were all gone. No one cleans up.

Of course, it was impossible for Mike to help clean up. He grabbed Franklin, who wanted to continue catching the elf with the Weasley brothers, and came to the yard.

"Stop grimacing, what's the fun in games?" Mike punched Franklin in the chest, "I'm asking you, how did you learn from the notes I gave you?"

As soon as he mentioned the notes, Franklin, who was originally frowning, immediately changed to a proud look.

"Needless to say? Of course I have learned them all. I have even mastered the techniques of emotional spellcasting, although the success rate is relatively low."

"Oh? Are you sure? Then let's try it out." Mike was a little surprised, but he quickly reacted. He pointed at the goblins in the Weasley's yard.

Goblin is a very common humanoid magical creature in the UK. An adult goblin is about 30 centimeters tall, with a large head and a pair of large feet that are seriously out of proportion to the body. Goblins generally live in underground caves. Because they feed on the roots of plants and often make a mess on crops and gardens, and are extremely fertile, they are defined as pests.

Mrs. Weasley obviously neglected her garden, and several goblins were happily playing in the overgrown garden.

Franklin is a smart man and certainly understands what Mike means. Giving Mike a "Look at me." look, he took out his wand and shot a split second.

A red light flashed across and hit the goblin on the far right.

The goblin exploded into a bloody mist like a watermelon hit by a hammer. The goblins on the side saw that the little friend they were playing with just now exploded, and immediately let out a piercing scream and ran away.

But Franklin's face didn't look good. He had just targeted another goblin.

As a master shooter, Mike on the side naturally noticed it. He shook his head and sighed, looking disappointed.

Seeing this, Franklin's face became even worse (nonsense, who in the dark could see the face of a black man), and hurriedly took aim again in the hope of saving some face.

Fortunately, goblins are so stupid that they can compete with stupid roe deer. The news of the explosion of their companions was passed to the cave by the few survivors. As a result, many goblins did not believe in evil and insisted on going to the ground to take a look.

A petrification spell was fired, and it accurately hit a goblin that was looking out at the entrance of the cave.

Seeing that his spell hit the target, Franklin's face finally looked better, and he glanced at Mike with some pride.

At this time, the Weasley brothers were being tidied by Mrs. Weasley's ears while they were tidying up the dining table. After seeing the actions of Mike and Franklin in the yard outside the house, the two brothers looked at each other and showed a weird smile in unison.

Ron on the side shivered when he saw this smile. This smile was too familiar to him. Every time his two brothers wanted to tease him, they would show this smile.

"Hey, Mike. What are you playing? Playing a goblin game?" The Weasley brothers came to Mike with their arms around their shoulders. "How about taking the two of us?"

Before Mike could answer, Franklin spoke up. He had a good relationship with the Weasley brothers in the past two days: "Then come on, I promise to beat you to pieces."

The Weasley brothers looked at the black guy in front of them, and a strange smile appeared on their faces again.

"How can there be no bets in the game?" George said.

"That's right! How about whoever comes last gets to wash the dishes?" Fred said.

Mike looked at the smiles of the two people and didn't know their purpose, but he didn't expose them. Instead, he said with a smile: "I think it can be done. I will be the referee. The timer will be five minutes. The one at the bottom will help Weasley." Madam washes the dishes, what do you think?"

After saying that, he took out his magic wand and waved it lightly, and a fluorescent scoreboard composed of wandering magic appeared above everyone's heads.

The three people nodded when they saw this.

"start!"

Following Mike's order, magic spells suddenly filled the garden. The goblins were either exploded, petrified, or burned to death in all sorts of strange ways.

But there were obviously a lot of goblins under the Weasley family garden. After killing one wave, another wave of goblins would come to the ground to check with their big curious eyes. It was endless.

The Weasley brothers have been helping their family clean up goblins since they were 6 years old. They have rich experience. Franklin is no match for them.

It was seen that the two brothers cooperated closely. One used restriction spells such as obstacles and transformation to trap several goblins together, and then the other used a fire spell to take away all the heads. The two men alternated back and forth, killing with extremely high efficiency. On the scoreboard above their heads, their respective scores rose like rockets, leaving Franklin far behind.

"What are you doing!"

Just when a few people were getting excited about playing, a familiar roar came from behind. When they turned around, they saw that it was Mrs. Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley looked at the mess of crops in the garden and felt her heart bleed. The family is already so poor, and it is unreasonable that two bastards, George and Fred, dare to cause trouble.

PS: Recommended vote! Gentlemen, I beg you! Give me a recommendation vote! The kid's data network was exposed again yesterday. It's tragic.

I saw the comment from book friend 150401183131997. I also know that this plot may be boring, but I think it is still indispensable for the emotional running-in between the protagonist's small group. But don't worry, I will speed up the plot and your senior will appear soon.