Noah opened the letter and began to read.
*"Noah, it's me—Harry. We're heading to Ron's place for a few days and wanted to know if you'd like to join us. We can play Quidditch—the house is in an open area, it's perfect for it.
Anyway, if you want to come, you don't need to reply—just show up. I'll include the address.
Violet will be there too."*
That was how the letter ended.
"What's that supposed to mean, that last part?" Noah muttered under his breath.
"Your friends?" Penny asked. Noah nodded and explained what the letter said.
"Why don't you go?" she said suddenly. "Yeah, that's exactly what you need right now, isn't it?"
Noah hesitated. He'd rather keep working on his current project.
"You should go," Nick said, emerging from the lab.
Before Noah could argue, Nick continued:
"If you really can't relax, just think of it as an extension of the project—focus on the creative part. Besides, remember what I told you in your first year? It's in ordinary things that geniuses find inspiration."
Noah paused, sighed, and finally gave in.
"What did you think of the magic core?" he asked before leaving the Flamels' house.
The "core" was the runic cube he'd made earlier.
Nick thought for a moment before asking, "How much energy can that core actually generate?"
Noah smiled and grabbed his Portkey. Just before vanishing, he left one last line hanging in the air:
"Enough to blow up half of Paris."
The Portkey activated, and he disappeared—leaving Nick speechless.
The old alchemist gave a crooked grin and muttered, "If you're gonna show off like that, then don't blame me for building an absurd golem skeleton of my own… Hmph. Let's see if you can power that, boy."
Noah felt the familiar pull of Apparition as Grinny brought him to the outskirts of the Burrow.
It was early morning, and he found himself standing at the entrance to the Weasley property while the sun rose high above the horizon.
The breeze swept gently through the trees, brushing against his face. For a moment, he simply stood there, letting the peaceful feeling sink in.
After a few minutes of stillness, he opened his eyes and started walking, his gaze falling upon the peculiar structure ahead.
The Burrow—home of the Weasleys—was a strange sight indeed. Its architecture seemed to defy logic, supported only by layers of magic.
Despite its odd shape, there was something charming about it. There was no doubt this was a wizard's home—and Noah liked that.
He took another few steps when something caught his attention: a small object falling toward him. Raising a brow, Noah flicked his hand, stopping it midair with a spell.
To his surprise, it wasn't an object at all—it was a garden gnome.
"Hey, you little brat! Put me down! Or are you having fun holding my—"
The gnome froze as it realized it wasn't being held physically—it was floating by magic.
It squinted at Noah and muttered, "Oh, just some kid who knows a trick or two."
Noah stared at it for a moment, a strange smile curving his lips.
"What's with that creepy grin—"
Before the gnome could finish, Noah flicked his fingers upward, sending it soaring into the sky. It disappeared among the clouds, its distant scream echoing across the fields.
Moments later, Noah spotted a familiar group in the garden.
Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were busy de-gnoming the yard—grabbing the little creatures by their legs and tossing them with laughter.
Further ahead, three girls sat on a picnic blanket: Violet, Hermione, and Ginny, nibbling on pies as the wind played with their hair.
"Did you guys hear that?" Ginny asked, glancing upward.
"Hear what?" Violet looked too—only to freeze when she spotted someone approaching.
"Noah!" she shouted, leaping to her feet and running toward him.
Ginny and Hermione exchanged amused smiles as Violet, realizing she might've overreacted, stopped abruptly, cheeks faintly pink.
Hermione stood and gave Noah a warm hug.
"I'm so glad you came!" she said, smiling brightly.
Violet followed suit, hugging him briefly before stepping back.
"What a surprise seeing you here, Noah."
He smiled at both of them and waved at Ginny before turning to the boys, who were now watching him closely—especially the twins, who were winking far too dramatically.
"I thought you'd be playing Quidditch by now," Noah said, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, we wish," Ron grumbled, grabbing a gnome by the legs and hurling it away. "Mum made us do this first."
He paused, then added hopefully, "You could help, you know. Maybe use some of your Gray stuff?"
"You mean magic?" Noah chuckled. "You know, learning a few real spells wouldn't hurt for a wizard."
With a lazy wave of his hand, every gnome hiding in the garden floated into the air—then shot off into the distance, vanishing beyond the hills.
"This time they'll take a while to come back," Harry said, joining them with a grin.
"We can do magic," Ron muttered, "just not like that."
"'Lumos' on vacation doesn't count, Ron," Ginny teased.
"Shut up, Ginny!" he snapped, glaring.
Everyone burst into laughter, making Ron sulk even harder.
"I can levitate things too…" he mumbled.
"Do you guys hear that again?" Ginny asked, staring at the sky.
"Again?" Violet frowned. Then she heard it too—a faint sound in the distance, growing louder.
Within moments, they all recognized it.
A scream.
Noah looked up and murmured, "He's arriving."
"He?" they echoed, confused.
Noah didn't answer—just smiled.
A dark speck appeared high in the sky, rapidly growing larger.
"A flying gnome?" Ron shouted.
"More like a falling gnome," Ginny corrected, laughing.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" The gnome's scream became deafening as it plummeted toward the ground—only to stop inches before impact.
"Hey, how was the flight?" Noah chuckled, lowering it gently.
The gnome blinked, eyes sparkling.
"Again! Please, again!"
Noah burst out laughing. The gnome spun gleefully through the air, begging for another turn until Noah finally threw it high one last time—its joyful scream fading into the horizon.
"Come on," Ginny said, taking Noah's hand. "If Mum finds out you arrived and no one told her, she'll blow a fuse."
Inside the Burrow, Noah was immediately enchanted by the chaotic warmth of the place.
Threads stitched clothes midair, dishes scrubbed themselves in the sink, and pots boiled without any fire beneath them.
The air hummed with household magic—messy, alive, and oddly comforting.
The walls were covered with family photos, faded tapestries, and a jumble of wizard and Muggle trinkets.
The place felt as though it could fall apart any second—but somehow, it held together perfectly.
Noah smiled to himself. He liked it.
"I still don't get how you're not more creative living here," Noah teased Ron, who gave him a puzzled look.
Hermione, however, seemed to understand. Her eyes wandered across the room as if she were seeing everyday magic for the first time.
Noah just chuckled and let it go.
"Mum! Noah's here!" Ron called, his voice echoing up the creaky stairs.
Moments later, Mrs. Weasley appeared—round, warm, and beaming. She pulled Noah into a tight hug.
"Welcome, dear!" she said with that motherly tone that made everyone feel at home. "Ron, did you offer him tea? Biscuits?" she asked sharply.
"I—I was just about to—" Ron began, but she cut him off.
"Honestly, Ronald! Not offering anything to a guest! What will he think of us—uncivilized?"
Noah stifled a laugh and decided to save him.
"Actually, I just got here, Mrs. Weasley. And Ron did offer tea—he's fetching it right now, aren't you?"
Ron froze, then Harry gave him a discreet nudge in the leg.
"Right! Yeah, exactly!" Ron said quickly before rushing off.
Noah took the glass of water handed to him and smiled.
"I love your home, Mrs. Weasley. It's… one of a kind."
"Thank you, dear," she replied proudly.
Ron returned moments later, slightly red-faced.
"So, Quidditch?"
"No flying too high!" Molly warned instantly. "We don't want Muggles spotting you!"
Noah blinked, surprised.
"Sorry—don't you have any concealment charms on your land?"
"Why would we?" Ron asked, genuinely confused.
Noah ignored him and turned to Molly, who shook her head.
"Never had any. Arthur prefers it that way."
He hummed thoughtfully but didn't press further.
That afternoon, they played Quidditch in mixed teams—even Hermione joined in eventually, laughing more than complaining.
Later that evening, when Mr. Weasley came home from the Ministry, he was pleasantly surprised to find Noah there.
Assuming the boy knew nothing about Muggles, Arthur eagerly began sharing his stories from work—wild tales of enchanted toasters and exploding rubber ducks.
Noah listened with polite fascination, occasionally laughing for real. He found Arthur's enthusiasm charming—his curiosity about the Muggle world reminded Noah of himself.
"Mr. Weasley, would you mind if I used a bit of magic?" Noah asked politely. He didn't want to be rude by casting spells in someone else's home without permission.
Arthur blinked in surprise, then smiled.
"Of course! Go ahead, I'm curious to see what you can do."
He knew about Noah's reputation—how he'd defeated a troll alone last year and topped every class in Hogwarts—but hearing about it and seeing it were very different things.
That night, all the kids gathered in the backyard to chat. Noah snapped his fingers, summoning a flickering flame that bloomed into a floating campfire at the center of the garden, filling the night with warmth and golden light.