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Harry clicked the silver fastening. The lid creaked open, revealing a bed of soft, enchanted silk. Nestled within was the .

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Harry lifted it. It was light as a feather, yet felt as sturdy as an oak. He stepped out into the garden, the gnomes scattering as the Firebolt’s aura swept over the grass. Harry clicked the silver fastening

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The package arrived at the Burrow not by owl, but by a weary-looking Ministry courier who seemed glad to be rid of the vibrating, long rectangular crate.

Harry reached out, his fingers brushing the cool wood. The moment he touched it, the broom seemed to sigh. It didn't just sit there; it hovered a fraction of an inch off the silk, humming with a restless, kinetic energy.