Hogwarts: The Witch Education Handbook

Sean himself didn't expect to move into the Weasleys' Burrow so easily. Before he could even speak, Molly had already made all the arrangements for him.

"Ron, take Mr. Phillips upstairs, yes, to Charlie's room. I clean that room often after he left."

She then looked at the twin brothers.

"And you two, go and get rid of the goblins in the garden. They're causing a ruckus again."

"Oh, Mom—"

Molly ignored the twins' wails and turned to look at Harry.

"You can go to sleep, honey. Let Ron take you to your bedroom later. You didn't ask them to drive that junk car."

Molly keeps everything in perfect order, which is the secret to her ability to keep the family running smoothly.

But Harry wasn't sleepy at all, and quickly said, "I'll help out. I've never seen how to get rid of goblins before—"

"That's a good kid, but it's a tedious job," Molly said. "Now, let's see what Lockhart has to say."

She pulled a large, thick book from the mantelpiece, and George groaned.

"Mom, we know how to get rid of the goblins in the garden."

She pulled a large, thick book from the mantel.

The book's cover featured the words "Giddro Lockhart teaches you how to get rid of household pests" in gold lettering.

Below the book title is a large photograph of a very handsome wizard with wavy blond hair and bright blue eyes.

The wizard in the photo winks at them brazenly, while Mrs. Weasley looks down at him with a smile.

Sean couldn't stand Lockhart staring at him like that, even though it was just a photograph, so he offered, "Mrs. Weasley, if you don't mind, I think I'll go help clear out the goblins. I'd like to... teach the children some things about magical creatures while I'm at it."

He wanted to save his loyal female fan, Molly Weasley, from Lockhart's trap of lies.

Molly looked surprised, then touched.

Indeed, Phillips is a responsible professor.

As a mother, she had absolutely no reason to refuse the offer.

After everyone had finished breakfast in the restaurant, Sean walked in front, followed by the Weasley brothers, who yawned, grumbled, and strolled out of the house with a bit of laziness. Harry and Ron followed closely behind.

The garden was incredibly spacious, just like the ideal garden Harry had envisioned.

The garden was overgrown with weeds, so tall they needed trimming—yet, gnarled trees surrounded the walls, all sorts of strange plants Harry had never seen before spread through every flowerbed, and there was a large, emerald-green pond, from which frogs croaked incessantly.

"You know, there are goblins in Muggle gardens too," Harry said to Ron as they strolled across the lawn.

“Oh, I’ve seen Muggles mistake them for goblins,” Ron replied, bending down and burying his head in the thicket of peonies, “like chubby little Santa Clauses carrying fishing rods…”

Suddenly, a violent struggle and the trembling of the peony branches caused Sean, who was walking in front, to stop abruptly, bend down, and, under Harry's astonished gaze, introduce, "This is the real goblin."

The goblin screamed, "Let me go! Let me go!"

This creature is completely different from Santa Claus; it has a small body, rough and tough skin, and a bald, round head that looks just like a potato.

Sean held it up with his outstretched arms, because the goblin was kicking and thrashing about with its calloused little feet.

He grabbed its ankle and lifted it upside down.

"That's how you should do it," Sean said, lifting the goblin high above his head and then beginning to make large circles like he was swinging a lasso.

Noticing Harry's surprised expression, Sean explained, "This won't hurt them—we just need to confuse them so they can't find the goblin hole."

With that, he released his grip, and the goblin flew 120 feet like a bullet, landing with a thud in the hedge some distance away.

This distance also surprised the Weasley brothers—they usually could only throw it to seventy or eighty feet.

This wasn't the first time Sean had encountered goblins; he often came across these creatures at Hogwarts.

He just didn't know why, but the goblins here gave him a somewhat different feeling.

Is it the feel of the hand?

Sean thought to himself, somewhat uncertainly.

Then, under everyone's gaze, he pulled up a goblin and threw it out.

No, something seems off. Sean shook his head, then bent down and repeated the movements.

Seemingly inspired by Sean, the Weasley brothers, who were initially bored, also began to eagerly pull up goblins.

Suddenly, the garden was filled with flying goblins.

Harry was initially very sympathetic to the goblins' plight.

But he had intended to gently place the first goblin he had caught outside the hedge, and the little creature, sensing Harry's hesitation, bit his finger hard with its sharp teeth, and wouldn't let go.

finally--

"Wow, Harry—that throw must have been at least fifty feet away..."

"You see, they're not actually that smart," George said, grabbing five or six goblins in one go. "As soon as they heard we were cleaning up the goblins, they all came over out of curiosity, and they haven't gotten any smarter yet."

Soon after, the goblins left in a loose line, shrugging their shoulders.

"They'll be back," Ron said, watching the goblins disappear behind the hedge at the edge of the field. "They like it here... Dad's too lenient with them because he thinks they're funny..."

Just then, the door slammed shut.