Hogwarts: The Witch Education Handbook

Before leaving, amidst the envious and strange looks of the crowd, Sean gently waved his wand.

The damaged fence has been restored to its original condition.

Envy comes from the four young wizards, who eagerly await the day they will have the opportunity to use magic outside of school.

The unusual behavior came from the Dursleys, who felt somewhat uneasy watching a distinguished knight use magic before them.

After doing all this.

Sean led the four young wizards onto the car that was still hovering in mid-air.

Goodbye, Mr. Dursley.

"Goodbye, Sir Phillips..."

Sean waved gracefully, and then, under the watchful eyes of the Dursleys, drove the flying car lightly and smoothly into the air.

It pierced through layers of clouds and eventually turned into a tiny dot, disappearing into the horizon.

The Dursleys, who remained where they were, looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Dad...Dad, is that gentleman really a knight?"

"Who knows? It's good that they're gone... Whether they're jazz or not is none of our business."

......

As night falls, the starry sky is ablaze with light, and a bright moon hangs high in the heavens, its silvery light bathing the earth and draping the tranquil night in a veil of mystery.

If the twinkling lights on the ground are like jewels scattered across the earth, then Sean's car is like a dazzling shooting star, drawing a beautiful arc across the night sky.

A cold wind howled past, ruffling Sean's hair and clothes. He felt the speed of the wind and the silence of the night, and an indescribable excitement welled up inside him.

This was Sean's first time driving a flying car.

To be honest, this feels much more comfortable than riding a flying broomstick.

After all, not everyone can turn a Muggle car into a magical artifact like Arthur Weasley. It's not just about casting a spell on the object; it also requires the modifier to have a deep understanding of alchemy.

As one of the Twenty-Eight Holy Families, the Weasleys clearly possess their own heritage.

Along with this pleasant feeling, Sean silently plotted the upcoming events—the locked room, the diary, Ginny, the basilisk...

For a moment, the atmosphere inside the car became somewhat quiet.

"Professor Sean," George broke the silence, speaking hesitantly, "Where...where are we going?"

Looking in the direction Sean was driving, he felt a sense of familiarity, and he had a vague idea of ​​what was going on... but he didn't dare to confirm it, or perhaps he didn't want to confirm it.

"Home visit," Sean slowly uttered the two words.

"My home?" Ron seemed a little dazed.

He couldn't imagine what would happen if his mother found out that he and his brothers had picked up Harry in their father's car at night, and that they had been caught red-handed by Professor Sean, whom she admired.

"Otherwise what?" Sean retorted. "Do you think this matter will just be resolved so easily?"

"A first-grade student and two third-grade students driving all the way from Devon to Surrey in the middle of the night—how dangerous!"

"As a professor at the school, I have to tell Mrs. Weasley about this."

This is just Sean's excuse.

He wanted to study the diary that Voldemort had used as a Horcrux.

However, the original book did not specify when the Weasleys took Harry to Flourish and Blotts to get it, so he thought he would take this opportunity to stay at the Weasleys' house for a few days and go shopping with them in Diagon Alley—this was much more convenient than him waiting in Diagon Alley every day.

In addition, he wanted to consult Arthur Weasley about alchemy to enhance the functionality of his Wizard Killer alchemy tools.

If there's any time left, he's heard the Weasleys' address is very close to the Lovegoods' (Luna's) house, so maybe he could take the opportunity to visit his future Shaw Girl's home.

Three birds with one stone.

After Sean finished speaking, a wail came from the cramped carriage, but Harry was not among them.

His mind is filled with thoughts of escaping, escaping, and being free!

However, he then recalled Dobby's conversation with him a few nights ago.

This worried him somewhat.

Harry was conflicted as he watched Professor Sean intently enjoying the thrill of the flying car.

Should I tell him?

...

Because he had to take care of the four little wizards in the car, Sean couldn't drive at top speed.

When we arrived in Devon, a faint red glow appeared on the eastern horizon.

Following Fred's directions, Sean lowered the car a bit.

Outside the window, there was a dark pattern of fields and clusters of trees.

"We're a little outside the village," Fred said, "like Ottoman Saint Catchpol..."

The car flew lower and lower, and a red sun was already peeking out from among the trees.

"Land!" Fred shouted.

Sean stepped on the brake, and the car jolted slightly before touching the ground. They landed next to a dilapidated garage, surrounded by a small yard.

Sean was looking at the Weasleys' house for the first time.

It used to be a large pigsty made of stones, but later rooms were added here and there, and it was built up to be several stories high, crooked and crooked, as if it were built by magic.

There were four or five chimneys on the red roof, and a sign that read "Humble Abode" was stuck diagonally in front of the house. Some high-top leather boots and a rusty crucible were lying next to the gate. Several plump brown chickens were pecking at food in the yard.

Sean had visited many pure-blood family houses, but none of them matched the house's name and condition so perfectly.

If you ask Sean for his opinion...

That's absolutely natural.

This "naturalness" does not refer to the original state of the environment, but rather to a harmonious coexistence with the surrounding environment, an unpretentious aesthetic. Few people have expressed the theme of "humanity and nature" so aptly at the architectural level.

Although the house looks crooked and dilapidated, every stone and every piece of wood seems to tell its own story. The casually placed high-top leather boots, the rusty crucible, and even the plump chickens leisurely pecking in the yard all contribute to this harmonious natural scene...

I'm sorry, but he's not very knowledgeable and he simply can't continue making things up.

However, this is only in comparison to other pure-blood families. If this house were in the Muggle world, it would probably take emptying the wallets of many people to buy it.

"Not so good," Ron whispered to Harry beside him.

"That's great!" Harry said happily, thinking of Privet Drive, which felt like paradise compared to his little attic.

Since Sean didn't speak, the four of them stood in a row in front of the car, looking exactly like students being punished for making mistakes—no, that's exactly what they looked like.

Just then, a gasp came from the other side of the garden.

"what!"

Then came the clucking sounds of chickens scattering and running away.

Sean turned around and was greeted by a plump, kind-looking woman.

"Good heavens, Mr. Phillips," Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, wiping her hands on her printed apron as if she could not believe her eyes.

Without much thought, Sean knew who the woman was just by looking at her signature red hair.

"Mrs. Weasley." Sean stepped forward and shook hands warmly with Mrs. Weasley (Molly Weasley).

"W-what happened to you...?"

Molly never imagined that one day she would meet her idol, the famous Mr. Phillips, on her own doorstep.

This feeling wasn't unexpected. She didn't have many hobbies, and often enjoyed reading while knitting. She was one of Sean and Lockhart's most ardent fans. (PS: In the original books, Molly Weasley was just like that, getting so excited at Lockhart's book signing that she was breathing rapidly and constantly patting her hair.)

If others knew that Mr. Phillips would come to her door on his own initiative... Just thinking about it made Molly so happy she almost fainted.

Sean didn't answer, but pointed to the four people standing in a row behind him.

When the three redheads saw Sean's actions and their mother's gaze, they all lowered their heads in unison, almost burying them in their chests, as if this would allow them to escape all blame.

Ron's hands were clenched together in tension, and he unconsciously kicked the ground with his toes; while the twins just stood there with their heads down, motionless like statues.

While Sean was recounting the events to Mrs. Weasley, the Weasley brothers were still communicating with each other in a volume only they could hear.

"How do you think Mom will punish us?"

"I think..." George quickly raised his head to look at the two people talking in front of him, then lowered it again, "No."

"Mom is overjoyed that our mistake brought Professor Sean back..."

"Mom might get even angrier because we made her lose face in front of Professor Sean..."

"......"

As the two speculated about each other's fate, Sean recounted the entire incident to Molly.

After listening, Molly walked up to the four people, put her hands on her hips, and scrutinized each of their guilty faces.

"Okay," Molly said.

"Good morning, Mom," George said in what he clearly thought was a lighthearted and sweet tone.

"Do you know how anxious I am?" Molly said in a chillingly low voice.

"I'm sorry, Mom, but we have to—"

Molly's three sons were all taller than her, but they all trembled with fear when her anger erupted.

"The bed is empty! No note left! The car's gone...maybe in an accident...I'm frantic...did you even consider this?...I've never done anything like this in my life...just wait and see how your father deals with you when he gets back. Bill, Charlie, and Percy have never had anything like this happen to them..."

"Model Percy," Fred muttered.

"You should learn from him!" Molly yelled, poking Fred in the chest. "You might fall to your death, you might be seen, you might ruin your father's job—"

When she said the last half of the sentence, Molly lowered her voice.

The "criticism" didn't last long because Sean, a guest, was watching eagerly from the side, so Molly stopped after saying only a few words and turned to Harry.

"It's a pleasure to see you, dear Harry," Molly said, then returned to Sean's side. "I'm sorry to trouble you with my unruly children, Mr. Phillips. Would you like to join me for breakfast?"

"I couldn't have gotten it."