Chapter 59 Fighting

Goblins The Weasley family was very satisfied with the gift that Mike brought, which could be seen from their reactions at dinner.

Mr. Weasley held the remote control car tightly, and he really couldn't understand why this thing could move according to his instructions even though there was no trace of magic on it.

Little Ginny didn't want to eat anymore. The sterling silver hairpin had already been worn on her head, and she would touch it from time to time. The hairpin was also decorated with a small pearl, shining brightly under the candlelight.

As for the three Weasley brothers and Franklin, they each had a gameboy handheld game console and were having a lot of fun. This was what they pestered Mike for later. According to their conversation, they were 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 the recipe. She talked to Mike at the table and kept adding dishes to Mike's plate. Seeing that no one else was in the mood to eat, and she was the only one serving guests, Mrs. Weasley, who could no longer bear it, roared and stopped everyone's unreasonable behavior. She turned around and put on a smiling face like a Sichuan opera face-changing and continued to entertain Mike.

Thanks to Mrs. Weasley's great power, the atmosphere at the table finally returned to normal.

After dinner, everyone left as if they had completed a task. Those who studied remote control cars continued to study, those who played games continued to play games, and those who were conceited continued to be conceited. Even Mrs. Weasley went to study the recipe. No one cleaned up the dishes on the table.

Mike naturally couldn't help clean up. He grabbed Franklin, who wanted to continue catching elves with the Weasley brothers, and came to the yard.

"Don't be so sad. What's fun about games." Mike punched Franklin in the chest, "I ask you, how are you learning the notes I gave you?"

When the notes were mentioned, Franklin, who was originally frowning, immediately changed his look of pride.

"Needless to say? Of course I have learned all of them. I have even mastered the technique of casting spells with emotions, 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 to the goblins in the Weasley family's yard and said.

Goblins are a very common humanoid magical creature in the UK. Adult goblins are about 30 cm tall, with a big head that is seriously out of proportion to the body and a pair of big feet. Goblins usually live in underground caves. Because they feed on the roots and stems of plants, they often mess up crops and gardens, and their fertility is super strong, so they are defined as pests.

Mrs. Weasley obviously neglected her garden. At this time, several goblins were happily playing in the weed-covered garden.

Franklin was a smart man and of course understood what Mike meant. He gave Mike a look that said "Watch me." and took out his wand and shot a beam of fragments.

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

The goblin exploded like a watermelon hit by a hammer, and a blood mist was formed. The goblins nearby saw that their friend who was just playing with them had exploded, and they immediately screamed and fled in all directions.

Franklin's face was not very good, because he had just aimed at another goblin.

Mike, who was a shooting expert, naturally saw it, shook his head and sighed, looking very disappointed. Seeing this,

Franklin's face became even worse (nonsense, in the dark, who can tell the face of a black person), and hurriedly aimed again in the hope of saving some of his face.

Fortunately, goblins are extremely stupid, just like stupid roe deer. The news of their companion's explosion was passed on to the cave by the survivors, and as a result, many goblins did not believe it and had to go up to the ground to take a look.

A petrification spell was fired, accurately hitting a goblin that was peeking out of the cave entrance.

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

At this time, the Weasley brothers were being pulled by the ears by Mrs. Weasley to clean the table. After seeing the actions of Mike and Franklin in the yard outside the house, the two brothers looked at each other and smiled strangely at the same time.

Ron, who was standing aside, shuddered when he saw this smile. He was too familiar with this smile. Every time his two brothers wanted to play a trick on him, they would show this smile.

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

Mike could answer, Franklin spoke up. He and the Weasley brothers had a good relationship these two days: "Then come on, I promise to beat you to a pulp."

The Weasley brothers looked at the black guy in front of them, and once again smiled strangely at the same time.

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

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

Mike looked at the two people's smiles and knew their purpose, but he didn't expose them. Instead, he smiled and said, "I think it's feasible. I will be the referee. The timer is five minutes. The one who comes last will help Mrs. Weasley wash the dishes. What do you think?"

After that, he took out his wand and waved it gently. A scoreboard composed of floating magic and emitting fluorescence appeared above everyone's head.

The three of them nodded in succession.

"Begin!"

With Mike's order, spells suddenly spread in the garden. The goblins were either blown up, petrified, or burned to death. There were all kinds of ways to die.

But there were obviously many goblins under the Weasley family's garden. After killing one wave, another wave of goblins would blink their curious big eyes to check on the ground. It was endless.

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

The two brothers worked closely together. One of them used restrictive spells such as Obstacles and Transfiguration to trap several goblins together, and then the other used a fire spell to kill all the goblins. The two of them took turns to kill each other with high efficiency. On the scoreboard above their heads, their scores rose like rockets, leaving Franklin far behind.

"What are you doing!"

Just when the few of them were having fun, a familiar roar came from behind. Turning around, it turned out to be Mrs. Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley looked at the crops in the garden that were in a mess, and she felt her heart bleeding. The family is already so poor, and George and Fred, two rascals, dare to make trouble. It's really unreasonable.

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