George and Fred, who had boasted the day before that they would eliminate the Gnome, slept until almost noon and still hadn't gotten up.
Silan, who got up early, had nothing to do.
I had no choice but to reread the Potions textbook, which served as a kind of review.
"I need to find a chance to get my hands on Professor Snape's Half-Blood Prince notes from his teenage years," Silan thought to herself as she flipped through the book.
After a brief review, Silan accepted Molly's invitation to have breakfast.
"Eat more, kid, you're too thin."
"Give me some more."
"Can you still eat?"
Under Aunt Molly's vigorous feeding, Silan had more rice twice, and ended up feeling quite full.
After dinner, Silan, with a somewhat strained belly, went out for a walk to aid digestion.
The Ottery St Catchpole has a small population, resulting in open views and fresh air.
The morning sunlight brushed across the green grass, gently flicking off the dewdrops with a soft pattering sound.
Near the Burrow, there was a house with an extremely strange shape. When Silan was taking a walk, he saw a somewhat eccentric little girl skipping and hopping up the mountain to pick flowers.
When Silan returned to the Burrow, George and Fred slowly emerged from the bedroom, yawning.
The two people were sitting at the dining table, stuffing sausages into their mouths.
When George saw Silan return, George tried to greet her, but found himself speechless.
"Good morning... uh... hiccup..."
George, who had choked on the sausage, patted his chest and then picked up the water glass on the table and gulped down a mouthful.
After swallowing, George let out a burp and then wiped his mouth.
"Good morning, Silan, let's go."
Ron was fiddling with Wizard's Chess set nearby, perked up his ears upon hearing their conversation. "Where are you going?"
"Go to the garden and rid the Gnome."
"I'll go too."
"No problem, Ron, but remember to wear your clothes properly, or I might confuse you with the Gnome."
"How could you confuse your own brother with Gnome!" Ron shouted angrily.
The group went out the door, chatting and laughing as they entered the garden.
The area is overgrown with weeds, and there are many gnarled and intertwined trees at the base of the walls. There is also a large green pond nearby, filled with many frogs.
George and Fred had just compared Ron to Gnome, which angered him.
Once Ron entered the garden, he crouched down, parting the peony bushes with his hands as he walked, then suddenly reached out and pulled out a strange object.
"This is Gnome." Ron grabbed the Gnome and held it up to Silan, emphasizing it with great concern, "Look at this thing, it doesn't look like me at all!"
The Gnome has a small body, a large round head like a potato, and rough, tough skin.
"Let me go, let me go, you damned bastard!"
The Gnome was very unruly, punching and kicking Ron's wrists while hurling insults at him.
"Getting rid of Gnome is actually quite simple." Ron grabbed the Gnome, swung it around like a lasso, and threw Gnome away. "These Gnome are incredibly stupid. Just spin them around like this until they're dizzy, and they won't be able to find their Gnome."
The Gnome that flew out of Ron's hand landed near a tree stump in the distance.
"Silan, don't listen to him."
George, standing to the side, curled his lip. "That's just the standard method."
Finally, George smiled mysteriously and said, "We have an even more fun idea."
"Fred!"
"Here I am!"
Fred, who was standing nearby, responded and came over carrying a large bamboo basket containing five or six Gnome that were chattering incessantly.
Their method is also very simple.
The game involves one person grabbing a Gnome and throwing him into the air, while another person uses a stick to hit the Gnome lands in a circle in the distance, a point is scored.
After demonstrating to Silan, Fred placed his palm over his eyes and watched the Gnome he had knocked away.
Fred cheered as he saw the Gnome in the circle.
"Score!"
"Come on, Silan, you give it a try. Just like playing Bludger, this is our secret weapon in training, even Wood doesn't know about it."
Ron acted as referee from a distance, while the three of them took turns striking the Gnome.
Because she wasn't familiar with the game, Silan failed to score in her first two attempts.
"Looks like I'm going to win today." George took the wooden stick and raised his eyebrows smugly.
He is currently in the lead.
However, starting from the third time, Silan corrected his aim and became more familiar with the feel of the wooden stick, and began to score consecutively.
They quickly scored a perfect 10.
This rapid growth impressed both George and Fred: "It's fortunate that Silan didn't go to Slytherin Quidditch Team, otherwise he would definitely be a formidable opponent for us."
After playing for a while, Silan replaced Ron.
"Brutal, utterly brutal."
"Ron, don't you feel any remorse for harming your own kind like this?"
George and Fred, seeing Ron playing well, jokingly laughed and teased him.
After witnessing their violent methods, the remaining Gnome were terrified and quickly lined up, shrugging their shoulders as they slipped away.
"They'll come back." George put down the stick he used to Gnome. "You can never get rid of Gnome."
In the following days, Silan's life was also very fulfilling.
Aunt Molly makes different kinds of delicious food every day and is always worried that he is not eating enough, so she gives him extra meals. This makes Silan feel like he has gained weight recently.
George and Fred always had some novel ideas: one day they'd hunt Gnome, the next they'd practice Broomstick in the woods, or they'd make quill pens to sell after school started...
It's fair to say that Silan spent every day at the Burrow in a very fulfilling and happy way, making him almost forget about Hogwarts.
However, his owl Melba misses Hogwarts every day.
Silan sent Hermione a letter almost every day, making her deliver the letter the moment she opened her eyes.
Besides, there's only one other old, bored owl, Errol, here, so there's no one left to cuddle with.
This made Melba miss the Owlery at Hogwarts terribly, and every night before going to sleep he would pray that this damned summer vacation would end soon.
That day, Silan had just returned from outside when she found a familiar guest in the house.
Dumbledore.
"Oh, children, it's so nice to see you all during the summer holidays. Want some candy?" Dumbledore with a smile, looking at Silan.
Clearly, Dumbledore came for him.
... Divider Line...
As this book has been published to this day, we've received quite a few gifts from everyone.
Bonus chapter, thank you.