Chapter 248: The Feast
Fred and George were chased and hit by Mrs. Weasley again.
"Common occurrence."
Ron walked over and handed Sean an apple.
Sean was currently watching the sink, where knives were washing themselves with a clang-clang sound.
"I say, Sean—it's the holidays," Ron said, taking a bite of his own apple.
Mr. Weasley returned home.
He seemed to have known early on that Sean was coming. The twins had told him:
"He's the great... well, he's a wizard with a talent for alchemy just like us... wanted to see how The Burrow is built and check out the flying car..."
As soon as Mr. Weasley entered, he shut the door behind him and let out a deep sigh of relief. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Sean staring intently at the self-washing dishes.
A very quiet young wizard, he thought.
"Mr. Green?" he greeted.
"Mr. Weasley," Sean responded.
After watching Mr. Weasley take off his glasses and collapse into a kitchen chair with his eyes closed, Sean went back to observing the dishes.
He vaguely sensed a trick to it and was just waiting to verify it...
The kitchen was filled with mouth-watering aromas. The long table groaned under the weight of heavy pottery dishes. In the center sat a golden-brown roast chicken, surrounded by mounds of gravy-covered roast potatoes, with buttered peas and carrots glistening in the firelight.
With a flick of Molly's wand, a large bowl filled with stew landed steadily on the tablecloth.
"Children, eat while it's hot!"
Her cheeks were flushed as she brought over a stack of fluffy puddings.
George was the first to spear a drumstick with his fork. Fred pretended to complain, but his hand moved lightning-fast to snatch a chicken wing.
Ron's plate was already piled high with food, and he was trying hard not to let gravy drip onto his shirt. Percy, meanwhile, was seriously grading each dish.
"Mum, this—" Percy frowned, but upon seeing the look in Mrs. Weasley's eyes, he automatically changed his tone. "—is acceptable."
"These peas are excellent," Arthur Weasley said after tasting them, his eyes crinkling behind his glasses.
A very cute little witch said nothing, eating her meal silently.
Mrs. Weasley observed the reaction of every child; this was one of her favorite times.
"Though today was quite something. The Ministry started searching out of nowhere," Mr. Weasley continued.
"Did they find anything, Dad?" Fred asked.
"Only a few shrinking door keys," Mr. Weasley said with a yawn.
"Why would anyone make shrinking keys?" George asked.
"To prank Muggles," Mr. Weasley sighed. "Sell a Muggle a key, and eventually it shrinks to nothing so they can't find it when they need it... Of course, it's hard to convince anyone, because no Muggle would admit their key was shrinking—they'll insist they lost it.
"These Muggles, they'll always turn a blind eye to magic, even if it's right in front of them..."
Mr. Weasley was about to say more when the twins poked him frantically in the ribs. Even Molly—Mrs. Weasley—was glaring at him.
Only then did he realize there was a Muggle-born wizard in the house.
When they all looked at Sean, he was locked in a fierce battle with his pudding.
"Don't talk nonsense; little Green is a Muggle-born wizard," Molly said with a sigh of relief.
Then she continued, "But you really should have seen it. Fred and George sneaked off to the shop again without a word! And they took little Green with them—what do you have to say about that, hmm?"
"Really?" Mr. Weasley asked eagerly. "You and little Green's joke shop is opening? I—I mean," seeing the fire shooting from Mrs. Weasley's eyes, he quickly corrected himself, "that is very wrong, boys, very, very wrong..."
Mrs. Weasley puffed out her chest like a bullfrog.
"They're going to argue for a while," Ron whispered to Sean after waiting a moment. "Are you done eating? Want to go de-gnome the garden?"
Gnome?
The word caught Sean's attention.
"I hope your parents won't be as noisy as mine," Ron said as he slipped out, telling Sean where the gnomes were.
At that moment, he had a peculiar feeling that the family gnomes were about to move house! There was nothing Sean couldn't solve; they had verified this countless times.
Sean said nothing. For no reason, he thought of the taciturn Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.
He nodded silently.
Clearing gnomes wasn't difficult. You grabbed a gnome, swung it in circles until it was dizzy, and then threw it over the garden wall. That way, you could drive the gnomes out of the garden.
"This makes them dizzy so they can't find their way back to the gnome holes," Ron explained.
Then, they saw a group of gnomes that had flown through the air and landed. Instead of staying away, they formed a sparse line and walked back, shrugging their small shoulders, and even leaned against Sean's legs to cry.
Sean looked at them curiously. Was his Magical Beast Affinity this effective?
This bizarre scene made Ginny, who had just run out of the house, stare wide-eyed.
"Well, we can't get rid of them anyway. They'll come back sooner or later. They like it here... Dad's too soft on them; he thinks they're funny..." Ron said helplessly. "No wonder you can manage the Forbidden Forest so well."
Life at The Burrow was very stable.
Mrs. Weasley was often at home, so Sean followed her and learned some household magic.
Though called household magic, the difficulty level wasn't low at all.
Mrs. Weasley taught him almost everything she knew, and Sean began to understand something.
"When using different magical forces, a wizard must instinctively divide them into several parts. For example, when knitting a sweater, you separate the magical force and will required to move the needles from that required to move the yarn...
"Or when washing dishes, you need to prioritize magical force for the rag and the bowl. The rag requires most of the wizard's attention, while the bowl, which only needs to float, obviously doesn't...
"Wizards complete complex tasks by using simple, variously sized, divided portions of magical force in just this way..."
Sean explained his viewpoint, and Mrs. Weasley listened quietly. Her short, plump silhouette radiated kindness in the sunlight.
"Wonderful—little Green. It's not easy to understand that point."
She carefully took out a clean notebook from a pile of old books in the living room.
Inside were the insights Mrs. Weasley had occasionally recorded.
"I never thought anyone would come to learn this... Oh, don't mind the mess," she said.
"This—"
Sean looked at the notebook as if he were reading a secret manual. Rarely would a wizard study magic in such detail.
Because exerting eighty percent of their ability was enough for most wizards to get by. But now, perhaps Sean had found a way to go further.
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