This was Allen's first time visiting a wizarding settlement, Hogsmeade Village, practically Hogwarts' backyard and shopping street combined.

The Weasley family was one of the most well-known in the wizarding world. Though some of the other pure-blood families dismissed them as "blood traitors," they couldn't deny that nearly every pure-blood family had at least one Weasley relative, because the Weasleys were simply everywhere. After all, Mr. Weasley's brothers were all Weasleys too.

In Allen's opinion, most of the criticism stemmed from jealousy. In the magical world, where there was no such thing as birth control policies, many family lines had quietly dwindled away. The Weasleys, on the other hand, just kept growing.

And there's strength in numbers. Even someone as powerful as Voldemort couldn't fully suppress the Weasleys, not even at the peak of his power. Don't forget, Harry escaped during Bill and Fleur's wedding, and yet the Weasleys didn't suffer any consequences!

During the post-war purge of the Ministry, Mr. Weasley even stood his ground against some of the most powerful investigators. When officials came to question Ron about whether he'd aided Harry, they only dared to watch him from a distance.

And yet, despite their influence, the Weasleys remained genuinely good people, no question about it.

The car finally stopped above a quiet village, just an ordinary little place. The Muggle residents likely never realized that just beyond the land they instinctively avoided lay another world entirely.

The area was surrounded by a low stone wall, Allen figured each stone had a Muggle-Repelling Charm placed on it. In the middle stood a house, all crooked angles and awkward architecture that would've made Newton roll in his grave. Allen was sure that if a painter ever tried to capture it, they'd become the next surrealist master.

Beside the house were scattered magical odds and ends, broken broomsticks, cracked cauldrons, gloves full of holes. A few chickens were pecking through the junk, searching for bugs to make up their hearty breakfast.

"Oh right, Allen, one thing. Whatever you do, don't tell Mum the car can fly!" Charlie turned around to warn him, looking dead serious. "We only got Dad's permission to take it out after promising we wouldn't use magic to fly it. Mum still thinks it just drives really fast."

The twins nodded solemnly in agreement.

Alright, fine, you win. Allen had no interest in becoming a snitch. Some secrets were better kept.

When they went inside, Mrs. Weasley had already prepared a hearty breakfast for them. Interestingly, Annie was treated even better than Allen, Mrs. Weasley kept asking questions while constantly refilling Annie's plate.

Honestly, it wasn't surprising. After having six sons, anyone would treat the youngest daughter like a princess. And since Annie was around Ginny's age, Mrs. Weasley naturally saw her in a similar light. Poor Allen, meanwhile, was mentally lumped together with all the Weasley boys, ignored by aesthetic fatigue...

Mid-breakfast, Ginny came downstairs. Mrs. Weasley doted on her too, making space for her beside her seat. After introductions, Ginny quickly joined in the lively conversation. Allen couldn't help but think, Harry must have some kind of effect on her, because how else could such a lively girl get so shy around him?

After breakfast, Allen was given a bed in the twins' room, and Annie was set up in Ginny's. All of them, exhausted from the night before, soon fell into a deep sleep.

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When Allen woke up, it was nearly noon. By then, Annie and Ginny had already become best friends, whispering and giggling as if they'd known each other for years. Allen was thoroughly impressed by how fast that had happened.

Meanwhile, the twins were engaged in one of Hogwarts' oldest traditions: pranking their youngest brother with tall tales about the Sorting Ceremony. Charlie stood nearby, grinning and chiming in now and then. Judging by Ron's expression, they were doing a stellar job.

Percy greeted Allen briefly before diving back into his book, a History of Magic reference text so dry and technical that it had once put Allen to sleep. Still, he had to respect how intently Percy was reading it. The guy actually seemed to be enjoying himself.

While waiting for lunch, Allen took the chance to properly look around the living room. Mrs. Weasley had been so warm and welcoming that morning, he hadn't had time to observe the place.

There was a massive fireplace, standard in most wizarding homes since it doubled as a main travel method. A magical clock stood proudly on the wall opposite the kitchen, while the mantle was packed with magical books, some so old that Allen was sure they dated back to the same era as that enchanted clock.

After lunch, Charlie suggested that the boys go out and stretch their legs. Everyone agreed, except Percy, of course.

Once outside, Charlie flashed a mischievous grin.

"I came up with a really fun game the other day. Want to try it?"

The group perked up, their post-meal laziness vanishing instantly.

"What kind of game?"

"Well, I saw the Muggles playing something called bowling. It looked pretty fun, so I figured, why not make our own version?"

"Wait... our own version?" Allen asked, confused. "How exactly does that work?"

Charlie walked ahead, grabbed what looked like a potato off the ground, but hang on, that "potato" had a tiny wriggling body and flailing limbs. It was a gnome.

"Like this," Charlie said, lifting the gnome above his head and spinning it like a lasso. Then, with a flick of his arm, he let it fly.

He waved his wand, making the ground smooth and flat. Then he grabbed another gnome that had come to see the commotion and launched it across the makeshift "lane," knocking over several others in the process.

"The more you hit, the higher your score. We have to hurry, they'll leave on their own soon enough thanks to the repelling charms."

Everyone was hooked. It was the perfect post-lunch activity.

Before the gnomes wandered off in a scattered line, Allen took the final win, no surprise there. He could throw nearly twice the distance of anyone else. Kind of unfair, but effective.

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Happy times always pass too quickly. Before Allen knew it, his relaxing stay at the Burrow was over, which genuinely surprised him.

On September 1st, Allen, Annie, and the entire Weasley family crammed into the car. Mrs. Weasley still hadn't noticed the car had been enchanted.

After passing through the magical barrier at King's Cross, Allen waved goodbye to the Weasley parents alongside Annie and boarded the Hogwarts Express.

It's been a while, Hogwarts, I'm back!

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