After a night of swift galloping, the edge of the sky turned to a fish-belly white, and the flying car slowly landed in front of The Weasley House.
The early morning light was faint, draping a thin golden veil over the cozy house. The Weasley House looked somewhat crooked, like a magical cottage from a fairytale. Its walls were built of ancient bricks and stones, covered with emerald-green vines that swayed gently in the breeze.
The chimney on the roof puffed away with curling smoke, adding a touch of everyday life to the scene.
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