Choice

In the garden outside The Burrow, Remus Lupin set down the Gnome he had carried all the way here, now cleaned and dressed up by him. The Gnome's body had returned to brown, and it had a huge head out of proportion with its body, making the fellow look exactly like a potato with legs. It angrily strode away on its hard, bony feet, its foolish appearance provoking laughter.

"Arthur really is a good man. He even specifically told me not to spin it dizzy and throw it away, in case it couldn't find its own Gnome hole." Lupin rubbed his hands, which had gone a little stiff from the cold weather. He had forgotten to bring gloves out.

"Luna told me that her father, Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood, has also done a great deal of research on it. He believes Gnome saliva has many unusual benefits, such as suddenly increasing a person's creativity, or giving them the ability to sing opera or recite in the Merpeople language. Gnomes may possess unique magical abilities, utterly different from wizard magic." Allen, however, was not affected by the cold. He watched as the Gnome skillfully burrowed back into a Gnome hole, but a moment later even more Gnomes ran out. "The interesting thing is, this creature's intelligence is very low. When we clear out Gnomes, the other Gnomes will hurry out of their holes to see what chaotic thing has happened, which makes them very easy to catch—speaking of which, Draco's family doesn't handle this very well. His family directly uses the Gnome's natural enemy, the Fwooper, to eat them. Very few people use that cruel method anymore."

After his understanding of the Lovegood family had once again been refreshed, Lupin shook his head, changed his mood, and said to Allen, "Allen, I