At lunch, there were two extra people at the Weasley table.
Kyle curiously sized up the little red-haired girl who had appeared at the table.
Don't get the wrong idea; he wasn't a lolicon.
He was simply curious about Ginny Weasley, who had usurped the throne of the most favored child in the Weasley household from Ron.
If it weren't for Ginny, Ron would be the youngest child in the Weasley family and should have been the most doted upon.
And he wouldn't be doing as miserably as he was now.
Ginny's face was as exquisite as a little angel's, but Kyle withdrew his gaze after just one glance.
Staring at a girl for a long time is impolite.
"Mum, there's something we want to talk to you about."
George and Fred approached Mrs. Weasley with the expressions of fawning lackeys.
Mrs. Weasley naturally agreed to the twins' proposal for the four of them to go to London for a few days of fun.
Hearing that the four were going out to play, Ron's eyes were full of longing, hoping his two brothers would take him along.
However, Kyle and the others weren't going for fun. The four chose to ignore Ron's various hints and overt suggestions.
With Ron's level of magic, it was highly probable he wouldn't be able to master Protego within three days.
Even if he barely managed to master it, they didn't think Ron could stay calm enough to cast a Shield Charm amidst a hail of bullets.
Better let Ron stay home and play in the mud obediently.
After lunch, the four noisily dove into George and Fred's room on the third floor of the Burrow.
The room looked like a black market workshop.
Many unfinished alchemy puppet parts were scattered on the floor, looking like the third-generation armor George was tinkering with.
The walls were plastered with blueprints; Kyle studied them with interest—George still owed him a suit of armor.
The table against the wall was piled with various materials and a stack of physics and chemistry books. One look and you knew this was Fred's workbench for tinkering with Explosive Clay.
Soon, Kyle withdrew his gaze. He placed his suitcase on the only empty spot in the room and stepped inside.
His Bag End had changed completely.
The entrance was still the familiar staircase, but when they reached the bottom, a completely different scene unfolded before them.
The decorations in Bag End, which originally had a strong "war-torn" aesthetic, had completely vanished. Replacing them was magnificent European-style decor, full of the warm scent of home.
Of course, it was also filled with the scent of decadent capitalist living.
Not to mention anything else, just the Persian court carpet they were standing on right now would fetch at least fifty thousand pounds at auction.
"Now you can say 'Wow,'" Kyle smiled faintly.
"Wow!" The three exclaimed in unison.
Standing in a house that shimmered with the glow of money everywhere, George and Fred, the two broke folks, seemed very unnatural.
They were cautious, afraid of breaking something—every minute could mean a loss of hundreds or thousands of Galleons.
Seeing them like this, Kyle found it a bit funny and led them to the courtyard outside the house.
The courtyard was very spacious. The sides of the path extending from the doorway were grown full of various strange magical plants.
The left side was planted entirely with flowers. Judging by the magnificent scene of them blooming in unison, the house-elves had taken good care of them.
Because they were magical plants, the fragrance these flowers emitted far exceeded that of ordinary plants. Standing at the door, the group felt as if they were immersed in a sea of floral scents.
To the right of the path was a large, flat green lawn.
Several unknown large trees were planted on the grass. The crow, Itachi, was standing on a branch of one of the trees, tilting its head and looking at the four of them.
Beside that was a lush, giant grapevine trellis, providing a large patch of shade under the blazing sun conjured by the Weather Charm.
Under the trellis was a gazebo with a few tables and chairs.
There was also a two-person swing nearby; it looked like Alfred had prepared it specifically for him and Catherine.
Kyle silently gave the old butler a thumbs-up in his heart.
Walking along the path, George, Fred, and Cedric turned back, finally seeing the full view of the house they had just been in.
In front of them was a typical three-story European villa, with white marble columns standing tall at the entrance.
The tiles on the roof reflected brilliant light under the sun, making them particularly eye-catching.
The doors and windows on the walls were finely crafted, and shaded by the trees at the entrance, it highlighted the deep and magnificent beauty.
A low fence made of old briar bushes separated the courtyard from the outer area.
Walking outside the courtyard, one would discover they were currently located on an open mountaintop platform.
The slopes beneath their feet were not as steep and precipitous as the mountains surrounding Hogwarts.
A stream flowed past the foot of the mountain; the water was clear and transparent, with fish and water plants clearly visible.
The stream gurgled along, finally merging into a massive, shimmering lake.
If viewed from the sky, one would find that this lake only occupied one corner of this rectangular space.
The small mountain where the villa sat was the exact center of the suitcase space.
In other directions from the hill, there were peaks, hills, plains, and other landforms.
Forests, grasslands, deserts, snowy lands...
If playing Civilization, getting such a treasure location at the start, Kyle was absolutely confident he could beat those Deity-level AIs without using a cheat engine.
He seemed to have digressed a bit.
The scene before them shocked the other three beyond belief.
Kyle didn't laugh at them.
Because after he got this suitcase back from Grindelwald and saw his Bag End again—oh wait, it couldn't be called Bag End anymore.
Calling it Mt. Akina might be more appropriate.
Because Butler-man Alfred had specifically built a racetrack for the sports car Kyle had parked in the suitcase, which hadn't been started for over a year.
In the future, he could challenge the gutter run on the Akina circuit.
When Kyle first saw the panoramic view of his Mt. Akina, he had almost the same expression.
It could only be said that poverty and ability limited their imagination.
"Let's go, we'll practice the Shield Charm over there." Kyle pointed to the plain at the foot of the mountain.
On the vast plain, Kyle made Cedric and the twins stand obediently in line.
"You should all be clear on the incantation for the Shield Charm, so I won't waste breath on that."
Kyle pulled out his wand and aimed it at the three in front of him. "For the rest of the time, I will cast spells at you. What you need to do is use the Shield Charm to block my magic."
"You'd best be able to master the non-verbal casting of the Shield Charm before we go to London."
George grinned. "Can we fight back?"
"Of course, but in that case, the intensity of my attacks will increase by a tier." A sinister light shone in Kyle's eyes.
Hearing they could fight back, George and Fred exchanged glances, a knowing smile appearing on their faces.
"Can we start?" Cedric also drew his wand.
"Of course."
As soon as Kyle's voice fell, swish swish swish, three beams of light shot toward Kyle.
Good lord, no martial ethics? A sneak attack?
Kyle flicked his wand, and the three incoming spells returned along their original paths.
This was the advanced spell blocking technique he learned from Dumbledore: Parry.
Although he wasn't very proficient at using it, it was already enough to deal with the three noobs in front of him.
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