"The Burrow!"
George winked at Agarth, stepped into the wall-mounted furnace that was tall enough to fit one person and wide enough to fit two, sprinkled the powder in his hand, and shouted loudly.
Green flames instantly rose inside the furnace, and in the blink of an eye, George disappeared before their eyes.
"Agarth, don't be nervous. Grab a handful of Floo Powder and say the name The Burrow. George is waiting for you at home!"
Mrs. Weasley gently patted Agarth on the shoulder and gave him a push.
Agarth nodded, curiously sniffing the white powder in his hand, but only smelled a strange stone-like odor.
"The Burrow!"
A green flame rose before Agarth's eyes, and in an instant, Agarth once again experienced a travel method even more unpleasant than the portkey.
The portkey feels like it's spinning in a washing machine drum, but the way the wall heater brings you home feels like you're navigating through several constantly rotating and cramped pipes.
He fell headfirst or feetfirst.
With a "thud," Agarth landed perfectly on his back.
"Hey bro, are you alright?" George's big face came into Agarth's view.
Agarth was feeling dizzy and tried to get up from the floor, but before he could, Fred's voice came from behind her.
"Get out of the way!" Agarth rolled over using both hands and feet.
What a joke! Are you expecting Fred to crash into him?
"Bang!" Fred fell next to Agarth.
The two unfortunate brothers looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"Oh no! Mom!" It was Ron's voice.
not good!
Agarth pushed himself up from the ground and helped Fred up as well.
The three of them watched as Ron landed face down where they had just been.
"Isn't this our little brother Ronald? How did he fall so badly?" This was George's gloating voice.
"Did you hit your head? You can't have gotten stupid from that," Fred added sarcastically.
"George! Fred! I told you! You're not allowed to bully your brother anymore!" Mrs. Weasley, who followed closely behind, put her hands on her hips and pinched the two brothers' ears with both hands.
"Mom, we don't do anything!"
"Ron fell to the ground by himself."
"I'll be your witness!" Agarth raised his hand and nodded with a grin.
Mrs. Weasley glanced at the two brothers, then observed Agarth before lowering her hand.
"Even if you didn't bully your younger brother, you should have caught him before he fell!"
"They don't," Ron muttered under his breath.
'I'm always being bullied at home.'
"Ron, let me wipe you down." Hearing the voice, the red-haired girl came downstairs and handed Ron a handkerchief.
Because he landed face-first, Ron's face was covered in gray marks.
Agarth then looked at the short girl in front of him, whose bright red hair was extremely eye-catching. She was wearing a white dress, and her light brown eyes were still secretly sizing up Agarth.
"Ginny Weasley." Fred leaned close to Agarth's left ear.
"Our youngest, worst-tempered, but most beloved little girl," George shouted with a laugh.
"George!" Ginny wrinkled her nose, took a few steps forward, and poked George's leg.
"NO! I am Fred, not George."
"You call yourself our sister? How can you not tell us apart?" The real Fred pinched Ginny's chubby cheek.
"I'm sorry, George, it's all Fred's fault for saying bad things about me." Ginny hugged Fred apologetically.
"Ginny, it's nice to meet you. My name is Agarth Ward Linger, you can call me Agarth." Agarth took a hair clip from his bracelet and handed it to Ginny.
Ginny glanced at her mother, and only accepted the hair clip after Mrs. Weasley nodded.
"Thank you, Agarth. I really like it."
As she spoke, she pinned the hair clip to her left side of her hair.
"Alright, children, go out and play. I'm going to start making our lunch now." Mrs. Weasley walked to the table, picked up the apron from the chair, and put it on.
Agarth, following Mrs. Weasley's lead, finally had time to assess his surroundings.
After leaving the wall fireplace, you should see the Weasley family's dining table next to you, with an open kitchen to the right of the table.
By the kitchen sink, you can see several dishes washing themselves, shaking off the water, and then sitting on the shelf, which looks very anthropomorphic.
On the wall directly in front of the dining table, there is a huge clock that does not display the time or numbers, but instead has nine gold hands.
The gold needles are engraved with the names of each member of the Weasley family, and the clock face is inscribed with words such as "home," "school," "to work," and "on the way."
However, at the twelve o'clock position, the words "Deadly Danger" are written, and this clock represents the position and status of the Weasley family members.
At this moment, the positions of the family members all point to the word "home".
The invention was so interesting that Agarth was itching to take the clock down and disassemble it to study it, but it was just a fleeting thought.
This clock was very important to the Weasleys, and Agarth knew very well that it shouldn't be touched carelessly.
"Come on, Agarth, let's go fight Gnome," George called to Agarth.
Agarth nodded and eagerly followed the group.
'I love this kind of sport the most!'
Stepping outside, Agarth took the opportunity to look back and saw the entire Burrow.
The crooked house is five stories high, with each floor supported by only a few thin wooden strips.
At the top of the building are five red chimneys.
The house was surrounded by a stone fence, and the courtyard in front of the house was full of potholes, from time to time you could see a few ugly and deformed heads peeking out from the holes in the ground.
"Is this a Gnome?" Agarth crouched down, suddenly reached out, and grabbed one of the Gnome's ears.
"Whoa whoa!!" The slow-moving Gnome was stunned for a moment after being caught before he shouted out.
"That's right!" Fred replied from a distance, tossing Agarth a thick wooden stick.
"Agarth, then, bring it over here!" The Weasleys who had been surrounding them scattered, each holding a huge wooden club.
"Throw this Gnome into the air and hit it with the stick." George bent slightly, raised the stick in his hand, and got ready.
"Hehe, here I come~" Agarth grinned, showing his teeth.
'No one has ever played this game with me before, so I won't hold back.'
With that thought in mind, Agarth mustered all his strength and threw Gnome into the air, then swung the wooden stick at Fred.