Chapter 395: Galloping Mooncalf
The Thestral-drawn carriage glided through the clouds until dusk, when it gradually slowed, descending back to solid ground. Kyle stepped out, taking in his surroundings with curiosity.
He was in Devon, a familiar region—St. Catchpole Village was in Devon too. However, this place was unknown to him. They seemed to be at the very edge of the county, far from St. Catchpole, close enough to hear the faint crash of waves in the distance.
"Sir, welcome," said a sharp, familiar voice with a German accent.
Kyle looked down to find a House-elf wearing an outfit like no other: a flowered shirt, goggles perched on its forehead, and mismatched leather shoes.
"Tata? What are you wearing this time?" Kyle asked, bemused.
This was Tata, Nicolas Flamel's House-elf. Unlike most House-elves, Tata took to wearing clothes willingly, and Nicolas had provided it with an entire wardrobe. But today's look—floral shirt, goggles, and mismatched buttons—was especially eclectic. Back in Paris, Tata's outfits had been far more subdued.
"Master said I should try something different," Tata replied, adjusting the shirt proudly. "What do you think, sir?"
"Well... it's unique," Kyle said, giving him a thumbs-up. "You'd definitely stand out in a crowd—probably 90% of wizards couldn't pull it off like you do."
Pleased, Tata adjusted his clothes with a satisfied tug but soon remembered his task. "Sir, please follow me," he said with a small bow, gesturing for Kyle to walk with him.