A grand farewell lunch—rich with the unmistakable warmth and chaos of the Weasley family—unfolded inside the Burrow's small but cozy kitchen.
At the table, there was no longer any divide between "god" and "mortal."
They simply talked like family.
Fred and George excitedly leaned toward Lin Sen, eagerly asking about creative "prank applications" of the Memory Projection Charm, hoping to get guidance from the "founding master" himself for new joke shop inventions.
Arthur Weasley, meanwhile, was completely absorbed in questioning Lin Sen about the principles behind the Portable Mobile Castle, his eyes shining with fascination for "enhanced Muggle objects."
Ginny Weasley—the youngest of the family, once saved from the Chamber of Secrets—sat quietly at the corner of the table, cheeks flushed red, stealing glances at Lin Sen with bright, deer-like eyes.
Finally, as the meal ended and it was time to part—
Ginny gathered all her courage.
At the doorway of the Burrow, she stopped him.
"L-Lin Sen!"
Her voice trembled slightly with nerves, her face as red as a ripe apple.
Lin Sen paused, smiling gently. "Hm?"
"I… thank you… for saving my life."
"That was only natural."
"No!" she shook her head firmly, her gaze locking onto his with rare determination.
"You saved everything."
She bit her lip, summoning every ounce of courage, and spoke the words she had rehearsed countless times in her heart:
"...Wait for me."
"Wait until I graduate from Hogwarts."
"And then…"
"I—I'll come find you!"
Before he could reply, she turned and ran inside like a startled rabbit.
Lin Sen watched her disappear, his smile softening.
On this land he had protected, countless futures like hers were quietly beginning to bloom.
And he would carry that warmth—the memory of home—with him, into the vast unknown ahead.
After leaving behind the summer warmth of the Burrow, their final stop brought them to London—
12 Grimmauld Place.
Unlike the lively warmth of the Burrow, the ancestral home of the House of Black still carried a lingering heaviness.
But when the door creaked open—
The fireplace burned warmly.
The portraits of the Black family, once loud and venomous, were now completely silent.
Not because they had changed—
But because, before Lin Sen's presence, they didn't even dare to speak.
Sirius Black and Remus Lupin stood waiting.
"I knew you'd come before leaving," Sirius said with a familiar grin—now freer, lighter than before.
"How was Molly's cooking?"
"Very generous," Lin Sen replied with a faint smile.
Lupin stepped forward, his once-weary face now calm and renewed under the new laws that allowed him to live openly.
"You're really leaving?" he asked, with the quiet concern of an elder.
"The world is vast," Lin Sen answered simply.
Sirius sighed, then laughed.
"Yeah… it is."
He stepped forward and clapped Lin Sen on the shoulder.
"Go see what we never could."
His gaze turned serious.
"Our generation… We spent our lives fighting. Revenge, protection, survival."
"But you—" he smiled broadly, "you ended all of that."
"You gave everyone… a new era."
He raised his glass.
"Go. With our blessing."
Lupin followed.
"To a life we can only envy."
Lin Sen raised his own glass.
"Take care."
No more words were needed.
Once they left, Sirius and Lupin stood there in silence.
"An era has ended," Lupin murmured.
Sirius finished his drink, eyes bright.
"And a better one… has begun."
With all farewells complete—
The journey finally began.
In a quiet Greengrass estate overlooking the Seine, Lin Sen and his companions gathered.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Of course!" the girls answered in unison.
Lin Sen produced the old brown suitcase.
But now—it wasn't luggage.
It was home.
"Our first destination—Paris."
He infused it with spatial coordinates and opened it.
A vast, gentle spatial fluctuation spread outward.
One by one, they stepped inside—
And vanished.
The suitcase flickered—
And disappeared.
At the same moment—
Paris, Magical District.
Hidden beneath a grand Baroque opera house lay France's magical heart.
Through an enchanted wall—
A wide marble avenue unfolded.
Elegant buildings draped in blooming roses and wisteria.
The scent of fresh bread mixed with perfume and alchemical notes.
Wizards in refined robes strolled leisurely.
It was romantic. Artistic. Alive.
At the end of a quiet alley—
The suitcase appeared.
It opened.
Lin Sen and the others stepped out.
"Welcome to Rose Avenue," Fleur said proudly.
"It's beautiful," Hermione whispered.
Lin Sen simply observed—the magic here felt more vibrant, more emotional than Britain's.
"Alright," he said with a smile.
"Our journey begins."
Their next stop—
Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
Deep within the Louvre gardens, Fleur tapped a moonstone fountain.
"Beauxbatons Gate."
Water formed a radiant archway.
They stepped through—
And arrived in a realm of breathtaking beauty.
A palace of crystal and white marble stood among the clouds of the Pyrenees.
Elegant, radiant, like a celestial city.
"My god…" Hermione whispered.
"Welcome to my school," Fleur said proudly.
But before they could take it in—
Excited voices erupted nearby.
"Fleur! She's back!"
"Who's that with her?!"
"Wait… is that—?!"
Recognition spread like wildfire.
"Lin Sen! It's Lin Sen!"
The entire Beauxbatons campus—
Exploded into excitement.
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