The sun had yet to rise, but the eastern sky had already been dyed a blazing red.
"All right, little passengers, we're here. Honestly, Arthur actually made me do babysitting work."
After teleporting Roy and Aislin to the outskirts of The Burrow, Kingsley stretched lazily and vanished without even saying goodbye.
"So this is Fred and George's home?"
Aislin looked curiously at the small building before her, which seemed as though it might collapse at any moment.
"Let's go."
Roy hoisted the luggage from the ground, stepped over the stone fence, and headed toward the little house ahead.
Aislin gave the somewhat shabby little house another look, then adjusted her clothes and appearance before calmly following Roy.
"Do you need me to help carry some of that?"
"Thanks so much, but can't you see we're already here? Could you be earlier next time?"
Roy tossed the luggage in front of the battered wooden door bearing the name "Weasley," walked up the steps, and knocked gently.
It was not yet four in the morning, and dawn had only just broken. Roy was worried that everyone in The Burrow was still asleep.
"Will they be able to hear that? Shouldn't you knock louder?"
Just as Roy hesitated, The Burrow's door suddenly opened. A kind-faced, middle-aged red-haired woman hurried out of the house and pulled Roy into a hug.
"Welcome, Roy. Arthur told me you were arrested by the Aurors and thrown into prison. I was nearly scared to death."
After squeezing and fussing over Roy for a while, Mrs Weasley let him go and looked kindly at the elegantly dressed Aislin beside him.
"I never expected you to bring a young lady friend when you came to visit. This is—"
"Oh, it's nothing. She's just here to mooch a meal—"
Roy casually