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It was more than a broom; it was a masterpiece of aerodynamic sorcery. The handle, turned from polished ebony, shone with a deep, inner light. Each individual birch twig at the tail had been honed to aerodynamic perfection. But it was the ironwork that drew the eye—the footrests were forged with goblin-silver, etched with a unique registration number that pulsed faintly in the sunlight. Harry lifted it
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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.
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