Chapter 248

Fred and George were being chased and beaten by Mrs. Weasley again.

“It’s quite common.”

Ron walked over and handed Wizard Sean an apple.

At the moment, Wizard Sean was watching the clattering sink, where used knives were cleaning themselves automatically.

“Come on, Wizard Sean— it’s holiday time.”

Ron took a bite of his own apple.

…

Arthur Weasley returned.

He seemed to have known Wizard Sean was coming all along; the twins told him:

“He’s a great… well, a wizard with exceptional talent in alchemy… wanted to see the layout of the Burrow and the flying car…”

The moment Arthur stepped in, he shut the door, took a deep breath, and was about to speak when he saw Wizard Sean staring at the self-cleaning dishes.

A quiet little wizard, he thought.

“Mr. Green?”

He greeted.

“Mr. Weasley.”

Wizard Sean replied, and after seeing Arthur remove his glasses and slump back in the kitchen chair with eyes closed,

he went back to observing the dishes.

He had sensed a certain trick, and was waiting to verify it…

The kitchen was filled with tempting aromas; the long table groaned under the weight of heavy ceramic plates. At the center sat a golden roasted chicken, surrounded by mountains of gravy-drenched roasted potatoes, buttered peas, and carrots glistening in the firelight.

Molly waved her wand, and a large bowl of stew landed steadily on the tablecloth.

“Children, eat while it’s hot!”

Her cheeks flushed, she brought over a stack of fluffy puddings.

George snatched the drumstick first; Fred pretended to complain, but his hand swiftly grabbed a wing.

Ron’s plate was already piled high with food, and he was struggling to keep gravy from dripping onto his shirt. Percy, meanwhile, was seriously rating each dish.

Ron’s plate was piled with food as he struggled to keep gravy from dripping onto his shirt. Percy, meanwhile, was seriously rating each dish.

Percy frowned, but upon seeing Molly’s eyes, he immediately changed his tone,

Percy frowned, then automatically changed his tone upon seeing Mrs. Weasley’s eyes.

“These peas are excellent,”

Arthur Weasley tasted one, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses.

A small, quiet witch sat silently eating.

Molly observed each child’s reaction— one of her favorite moments.

“But today was quite a hassle—the Ministry launched a random search.”

“But today was truly exhausting—the Ministry launched an inexplicable search.”

“Did they find anything, Dad?”

Fred asked.

“Just a few shrinking house keys.”

Arthur yawned,

“Why would anyone make shrinking keys?”

George asked.

“To prank Muggles,”

Arthur sighed,

“Sell a Muggle a key, then watch it shrink until it vanishes— when they need it, they can’t find it… Of course, it’s hard to convince anyone, because no Muggle will admit their key keeps shrinking—they’ll insist they just lost it.

These Muggles, they can always ignore magic, even when it’s right in front of them…”

Arthur was about to say more when the twins frantically poked his waist; even Molly, Mrs. Weasley, glared at him.

He finally realized there was a Muggle-born wizard in the house.

As they all looked at Wizard Sean, he was locked in a fierce battle with a pudding.

“Don’t say anything stupid—Wizard Sean’s a Muggle-born wizard.”

Molly exhaled in relief, then added,

“But you really need to see this—Fred and George snuck off to their shop again, without a word! And they even brought Wizard Sean along—what do you have to say, hmm?”

“You really ought to take a look—Fred and George sneaked off to the shop again, without a word! And they even brought little Green—what do you have to say, hmm?”

Arthur asked anxiously,

“Are you opening your magical prank shop with Wizard Sean? I mean—”

Seeing the fury in Molly’s eyes, he quickly corrected himself,

“This is terribly wrong, children—terribly, terribly wrong…”

Molly puffed out her chest like a bullfrog.

“They’ll argue for a while,”

Ron waited a moment, then whispered to Wizard Sean,

“Finished eating? Want to go chase the gnomes?”

“Have you finished eating? Are you going to dig out the gnomes?”

The word caught Wizard Sean’s attention.

“I hope your parents don’t argue like mine.”

As Ron told Wizard Sean where the gnomes were, he slipped out.

At that moment, he had a strange feeling—the family’s gnomes were about to move! Nothing was beyond Wizard Sean’s ability; they had proven it countless times.

Wizard Sean said nothing. Unbidden, he thought of Professor McGonagall, who rarely spoke, and Professor Snape.

En said nothing; for no reason, he remembered the quiet Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

Removing gnomes wasn’t difficult: grab one, spin it in circles until it was dizzy, then toss it over the garden wall—this would drive them out.

“That makes them too dizzy to find their burrows,”

“This will make them dizzy and unable to find the gnome holes.”

Then they saw a ragged line of gnomes flying in and landing, shrugging their small shoulders, and crying against Wizard Sean’s feet.

Wizard Sean watched them curiously—was his magical creature affinity really this effective?

Ginny, who had just run out of the house, stared wide-eyed at this bizarre scene.

“Well, we can’t chase them away anyway. They’ll come back eventually.

They like it here… Dad’s too lenient—he thinks they’re funny…”

“They like it here… Dad is too lenient with them—he finds them amusing…”

“No wonder you can manage the Forbidden Forest so well.”

“No wonder you’ve kept the Forbidden Forest so well-ordered.”

Life at the Burrow was very stable.

Mrs. Weasley was often home, and Wizard Sean learned some household magic from her.

Though called household magic, its difficulty was by no means low.

Mrs. Weasley taught him everything she knew, and Wizard Sean began to understand something.

“When using different magical forces, a wizard must instinctively divide them into several parts—like knitting a sweater, you separate the magic that moves the needles from the magic that moves the thread…

Similarly, when washing dishes, you must assign primary and secondary magical forces to the cloth and the dishes—the cloth demands most of the wizard’s attention, while the floating dishes clearly don’t…

This is how wizards accomplish complex tasks using simple, varying, and divided magical forces…”

Wizard Sean explained his view, while Mrs. Weasley listened quietly, her short, plump figure glowing with a gentle outline in the sunlight.

“Brilliant—Wizard Sean, understanding this isn’t easy.”

She carefully retrieved a clean notebook from a pile of old books in the living room.

Inside were her own occasional notes and insights.

“I never thought anyone would come to study this… oh, don’t disdain it.”

“I never thought anyone would come to learn this… oh, don’t be dismissive.”

“This—”

Wizard Sean looked at the notebook as if it were a secret scripture; few wizards studied magic with such precision.

Because eighty percent proficiency was enough for most—but now, Wizard Sean might have found a way forward.

Because eighty percent of their usual level was sufficient for them, but now, En might have found a way to go further.