If one truly wanted to explain George and Fred's invention of that marvelous oil lamp, the Space Transposer, through fate and the desires of the human heart, perhaps one would have to start with just how much this Sanctuary Tower meant to them.
"Woohoo!"
With a gleeful cry, a figure on a Flying Broomstick streaked across the sky.
Then one figure after another raced out through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the Cabin's second floor, chasing after one another.
Dressed in Wizarding Robes and riding Flying Broomsticks, they passed through the gap between the two towering peaks of the Twin Mountains, swooping up and down among the hills, rivers, and lofty cliffs.
"Look!"
The friends landed on the summit of a towering mountain and gazed down at the natural scenery below.
The breeze swept through wild grass as tall as a person, revealing a nest of Fluffy Rabbits.
Branches swayed in the wind, too. Through the drifting leaves, they could just make out a Fire Mammoth strolling through the forest.
Farther along the valley, a flock of rather fluffy-looking Augureys crowded onto the branches of a withered tree, all wearing utterly vacant expressions.
Farther still, a Viper covered in long pinkish-white fur hung from the treetops, staring intently at a large flock of Whole-Family Pepper-Scented Chickens pecking at the ground for bugs.
And that was not all. Many other unique fantastic beasts lived in the varied terrain beyond.
Some were populations George and Fred had bred after stabilizing the bloodlines of their new varieties. Others were existing species they had collected from the Wizarding World, while some had been gifts from Magizoologists such as Professor Hagrid and their senior, Newt.
The animals' arrival had made the whole landscape ever more vibrant with life.
"We're already in our sixth year!" Fred sounded