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Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel were gone.
On the third day after Rock returned home, a letter arrived from Dumbledore.
Little Rock, Nicolas passed with a smile. To him, death was simply another, greater adventure.
Don't be too sad, Rock.
Tina pulled him close. "It's all right, sweetheart."
Rock looked up at her. "I'm fine, Grandma. Headmaster Dumbledore said they were happy when they went."
"Of course they were." Tina studied his eyes. "And the fact that you can see it that way is the best thing of all."
Rock nodded and slipped the letter back into his pocket. "I'm going to my room for a bit."
Tina turned to Newt the moment Rock was gone. "Are you sure he's okay?"
Newt let out a long breath, then nodded. "He will be. I'm taking him out for a change of scenery."
Tina understood at once. "I'll pack your things. Get him out of here as soon as you can."
"Abroad?" Rock stared at Newt, disbelief written across his face.
"That's right. Theseus only said to avoid crowded places here. He didn't say anything about leaving the country." Newt ruffled Rock's hair with a quiet laugh.
Rock started to ask why they'd never traveled before, then stopped. He already knew the answer. Before Hogwarts, they had kept him close for his own safety.
"So… where are we going?"
Newt winked. "Somewhere that'll lift your spirits."
The next morning they left early. Tina fussed over both of them at the door. "Newt, be careful. And stay away from dangerous places."
"I promise!" Newt nodded vigorously.
Tina ignored the promise. She knew exactly what Newt's idea of "safe" usually looked like—forests, remote wilderness, and magical creatures that could eat a man whole.
"Grandma, I'll keep an eye on him," Rock said.
"That's a relief, little Rock." Tina smiled and straightened his collar one last time.
They said goodbye and stepped outside the manor gates. Newt carried only a small suitcase. Traveling light felt good.
"How are we getting there, Grandpa?"
Newt pulled out his wand. "By ship. But we're doing it the Muggle way." He offered his sleeve. Rock took it.
A ripple of magic, and they appeared on a foggy dock. Ticket booths glowed brightly in the early light.
Rock volunteered to buy the tickets. Newt didn't argue.
"Two to Norway."
He laid Muggle money on the counter. The clerk glanced up, checked their passports, stamped the tickets, and called for the next person.
"Departure in two hours. Next!"
Rock took the tickets and followed Newt to a quiet bench.
"Grandpa, when did we get real passports?" Rock asked, eyeing Newt. His grandfather had a history of charming his way through checkpoints.
"These are genuine Muggle passports," Newt said with a chuckle. "Fully traceable in the non-magical world."
Rock raised an eyebrow. Theseus had clearly pulled strings.
"By the way, Grandpa—does the wizarding world have its own ships? Like the Knight Bus but on water?"
Newt answered patiently. This was Rock's first real trip with him, and he enjoyed the questions.
"There are magical ships," he said. "But they're hundreds of years old and not very safe."
Rock swallowed. He remembered Durmstrang's dramatic arrival at the Triwizard Tournament. "They don't… submerge, do they?"
Newt grinned. "You guessed right. But that's not the real problem."
He lowered his voice. "Plenty of people use those old routes—runaways, dark wizards, anyone who doesn't want to be noticed. They buy tickets through back channels and stay hidden below deck the whole voyage."
Rock nodded slowly. That made sense. Muggle travel changed too fast for many wizards to keep up, so they stuck with what they knew.
The crowd began moving. Newt stood. "Come on. The ship's here."
They boarded, found their cabin, then stepped back onto the deck. Dozens of passengers were already taking photos of the harbor.
"I forgot the camera," Rock muttered.
Newt looked sheepish. "So did I. We'll buy one when we reach the Hidden Fjord."
"Hidden Fjord?" Rock blinked. "Like Diagon Alley?"
"Exactly. It's just a name because it sits near the Oslo Fjord," Newt explained.
A deep horn blast rolled across the water. Passengers started heading inside.
"Let's go. We can watch the sea once we're underway."
They returned to their cabin. Even with the ship's stabilizers, the moment they hit open water Rock felt the familiar roll of seasickness settle in his stomach.