...or more precisely, this Official Wizard.
The family estate looked completely new, with festive ribbons hanging at the entrance, and every window polished spotless, reflecting the afternoon sunlight.
Those once familiar details now seemed so unfamiliar to Ron, as if veiled by an invisible curtain.
In the inner courtyard of the castle, a group of people was already lined up neatly, awaiting his arrival.
Leading them were Ron's father, Count Ralph, and his elder brother Edmund.
His father remained as tall and upright as in Ron's memory, with just a few extra strands of white hair at his temples;
Edmund appeared even more dignified and composed, with a mature and wise gleam in his eyes after witnessing the vicissitudes.
The carriage came to a halt, and Ailan nimbly jumped out to open the door respectfully.
The Count's knuckles whitened around his staff, his eyes shifting, evidently tense to the extreme.
