Fred and George were chased and beaten by Mrs. Weasley again.
"Very common thing."
Ron came over and handed Sean an apple.
At this moment, Sean was looking at the ping-pong-pong-pong-pong pool, where the used knives were being cleaned automatically.
"I said, Sean--it's a holiday now."
Ron took a bite of his own apple.
Mr. Weasley is back.
He seemed to have known for a long time that Sean was coming. What the Geminis said to him was:
"That's great... well, he is a wizard who is as talented in alchemy as we are... I want to see the structure of the Burrow and Flying Ford Anglia..."
Mr. Weasley closed the door as soon as he entered, took a deep breath, and was about to speak when he saw Sean staring at the automatic dishwasher.
A little wizard who seems very quiet.
he thought.
"Mr. Green?"
He said hello.
"Mr. Weasley."
Sean responded, after seeing Mr. Weasley take off his glasses and slump on Kitchen's chair with his eyes closed,
Then he went to observe the dishes and chopsticks.
He was vaguely aware of some tricks and was just waiting to verify them...
Kitchen There was an alluring aroma floating around, and the long table was almost bent by the heavy earthenware plate. In the center was a golden roast chicken, surrounded by hills of roasted potatoes with gravy, butter peas and carrots Winky glowing in the firelight.
Molly With a wave of the magic wand, the large bowl filled with stew landed firmly on the tablecloth.
"Children, eat it while it's hot!"
Her cheeks were flushed, and she brought another pile of fluffy pudding.
George took away the chicken legs first. Fred pretended to complain, but quickly snatched away a chicken wing.
Ron's plate is already piled with food, and he is trying hard not to let the gravy drip onto his shirt. Percy is still carefully rating each dish.
"Mom, this--"
Percy frowned and changed his tone automatically after seeing Mrs. Weasley's eyes.
"It's okay."
"These peas are really good,"
Arthur·Weasley took a sip and narrowed his eyes behind his glasses.
A very cute little witch said nothing and ate in silence.
Mrs. Weasley observes each child's reaction. This is one of her favorite times.
"But today is a really bad day. Ministry of Magic started searching for no reason."
Mr. Weasley continued.
"Did you find anything, Dad?"
Fred asked.
"There are only a few houses that will shrink Portkey."
Mr. Weasley yawned and said,
"Why would anyone make a key that shrinks?"
George asked.
"Play tricks on those Muggle,"
Mr. Weasley sighed,
"Sold Muggle a key, but in the end the key shrunk to nothing and could not be found when it was needed... Of course, this is difficult to convince anyone, because no Muggle would admit that their key was getting smaller and smaller - they would insist that the key was lost.
These Muggle, they can always turn a blind eye to magic, even if it is clearly in front of them..."
Mr. Weasley was about to say something when he was poked in the waist by the twins. Even Molly, also known as Mrs. Weasley, glared at him.
Only then did he realize that there was an extra Muggle-born wizard in the family.
When they all looked at Sean, Sean was fighting inextricably with pudding.
"Don't talk nonsense, Little Green is Muggle-born wizard."
Molly breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued,
"But you really need to take a closer look. Fred and George sneaked away to the store again without saying a word! They even took Little Green with them - what do you have to say, eh?"
"Really?"
Mr. Weasley is busy asking,
"You and Little Green's magic Trick Shop are opening? I-I mean,"
Seeing the anger in Mrs. Weasley's eyes, he quickly changed his words,
"This is very wrong, children, very, very wrong..."
Mrs. Weasley puffed out his chest like a bullfrog.
"They're going to be arguing for a while,"
Ron waited for a while and quietly said to Sean,
"Have you finished eating? Do you want to have your Gnome extracted?"
Gnome?
This word caught Sean's attention.
"I hope your parents aren't as noisy as my parents."
Ron told Sean Gnome's location and slipped out.
At this time, he had a strange feeling that Gnome at home was going to move! There was nothing that Sean couldn't solve. They had verified it countless times.
Sean didn't say anything. He thought of Professor McGonagall who didn't talk much, and Professor Snape for no reason.
He nodded silently.
It is not difficult to remove Gnome. After grabbing Gnome, rotate Gnome in a circle until Gnome is stunned, and then throw it out of the garden wall, so that Gnome can be driven out of the garden.
"This will make them dizzy and unable to find the Gnome hole."
Ron said so.
Then I saw a group of flying Gnome flying and landing in a thin line walking over, hunching their little shoulders, and crying at the feet of Sean.
Sean looked at them curiously, is his Fantastic Beasts friendly so useful?
This bizarre scene made Ginny, who had just ran out of the house, widen his eyes.
"Well, we can't drive them away anyway. They will come back sooner or later.
They love it here... Daddy is too tolerant of them, he thinks they are funny..."
Ron said helplessly,
"No wonder you can manage Forbidden Forest in such an orderly manner."
The Burrow's life is very stable.
Mrs. Weasley is often at home, so Sean learns some housework magic from her.
It's called housework magic, but it's not at all difficult.
Mrs. Weasley taught him everything he could, and Sean also understood something.
"When using different magical powers, the wizard needs to instinctively divide them into several parts. For example, when knitting a sweater, different magical powers and wills are used to move the needle and move the thread...
Another example is when washing dishes, you need to prioritize the magic power for the rag and the bowl. The rag requires most of the wizard's attention, but the bowl that only needs to be suspended obviously does not...
This is how wizards use simple, small and large magical powers divided into multiple parts to complete complex tasks..."
Sean explained her views, while Mrs. Weasley listened quietly, her short and fat body showing a kind outline in the sun.
"Great--Little Green, it's not easy to understand this."
She carefully took out a clean note from the pile of old books in the living room.
Inside are Mrs. Weasley's own occasionally recorded experiences.
"I didn't even expect that anyone would come to learn this... Oh, don't dislike it."
she said.
"This--"
Sean looked at the notes as if reading a secret book. Few wizards studied magic in such detail.
Because 80% level performance is enough for them, but now, Sean may have found a further way.