Chapter 1 He was young
The summer vacation of the first grade is still quite long, because there is nothing particularly important to do, aside from the summer homework that is enough to be done in half a month when you are serious, most of the summer vacation time is free.
Of course, you first have to know how to manage it reasonably, so that you can live a more fulfilling life.
Neville's summer vacation wasn't all at home, he used to be able to do that, but not anymore, because Mrs. Longbottom thought Neville needed to go out and get in touch with other people and gain experience in all areas.
The tentative place is a small village called Ottery-St. Cachpole, where there is a family, still connected in Mrs. Longbottom's generation, which can offer an opportunity similar to a summer internship.
Neville could only nod his head in acceptance of this, and basically what Mrs. Longbottom said, Neville did not object or disagree.
In fact, Neville had another option, his teacher, Lyle, had taken root in a street in London, and he had planned to invite Neville over this summer. However, this matter was rejected by Mrs. Longbottom, after all, that person and her side were not of the same world, and Mrs. Longbottom felt that this product was less reliable than her own young son.
The difference between adults and children can be seen in the length of the holidays, when Neville can enjoy the long vacation of more than two months, Uncle Algi is so busy that he arrives home almost after ten o'clock every day. Perhaps Aunt Anne was the only one in the family who was happy, for Uncle Algie's weight had finally dropped.
"Let me send Neville off. β
"No need. β
Mrs. Longbottom, who was often more of a stern instructor than a gentle and kind grandmother, refused without hesitation when Uncle Algie offered to take a day off to take Neville to that village in Devon, far away, because the journey to that village was also a form of exercise.
Neville didn't know whether to call it lucky or unfortunate to have such a grandmother, but he still honestly carried the heavy suitcase on the road.
Needless to say, this is not a wilderness survival after all, whether it is money or necessities of life, Mrs. Longbottom is very well prepared. Thankfully, it's Neville, and I'm afraid that someone else wouldn't even be able to carry a box, let alone travel far.
God forbid, however, Neville finally made it to the village whose name he still couldn't tell.
β...... It seems like this is it. β
Neville looked at the three hand-drawn signs in front of him, the first of which had the name of the man he was looking forβ
Editor-in-Chief of Singing the Opposite: X. Lovegood.
As for the other two brands, Neville doesn't really understand what it means, although he learned well in the herbal medicine class and he knows what mistletoe is, but Airship Li, isn't that a fruit that looks like a little carrot, it doesn't seem to be dangerous, why stay away?
What's more, the bushes next to the door are the plants of the airship plum, if there is danger, what does it mean to plant at the door of the house?
Since he couldn't figure it out, then don't think about it, the gate creaked open by Neville, and he continued to walk forward, the winding path was overgrown with all kinds of strange plants, Neville thought it was a novelty, because there were many plants he didn't recognize.
Two wind-bent old hawthorn trees stood guard on either side of the front door, Neville put down his suitcase, but didn't knock on the door immediately, he took a small notebook from his pocket, flipped to a page, and studied the dialogue lines on it, like a drama actor about to perform on stage.
"Knock knock. β
Feeling like he had finished his revision, Neville knocked three times on the heavy black door, which had round iron spikes embedded in it and an eagle-shaped knocker.
In less than ten seconds, the door opened, and a tall, thin man stood in the doorway, glanced at Neville and the suitcase on the ground, and asked puzzledly, "Are you?"
"My name is Neville Longbottom, well, this is a letter to you. β
Neville handed the man the letter in his notebook, and before he could regain his senses, the door closed again.
"It's ......"
Flipping the coins in his hand, Neville didn't know what to say, was he being taken for a messenger?
Neville had no choice but to knock on the door again, this time waiting a little longer, and after more than thirty seconds, the door finally opened, this time not the man with shoulder-length white hair, but a little girl.
Neville's first impression was that this girl's eyes were very special, the eyebrows were very light, and there was a very peculiar look in the protruding big eyes, Neville didn't know how to describe them in words, probably like a bend in the stream between the mountains and rocks, very clear and smart.
β......β
The girl didn't seem to mean to speak, just stood there looking at Neville, as if waiting for him to introduce herself.
"Well, my name is Neville Longbottom, and I've received a letter from Mr. Lovegood, and I'm here to ......."
Speaking of this, Neville paused, because the script was different from what he had originally envisioned, and he was also confused about the purpose of coming here, and he couldn't find the right words.
After struggling for a while, Neville said with some uncertainty: "Probably ...... Let's learn. β
The girl standing in the doorway, her hair was long, up to her waist, and unlike the man before, she was light gold with brown in between.
"How old are you?" she asked.
"Huh?" Neville wasn't used to the jumpy conversation, but he replied, "It's twelveth birthday in a month." β
"My name is Luna Lovegood. The girl introduced herself, "You can come in, but I warn you, watch out for the tick hook." β
β......β
With a certain amount of psychological preparation, even if he is still confused, at least Neville will not make any more sounds.
"What is a bug hook?"
"A parasite that likes to hide in mistletoe, the kind above your head. β
Looking up at the large mass of mistletoe above his head, Neville didn't panic and immediately dodged away, he looked confused, because he remembered what was written on the sign at the gate of the courtyard.
Please pick a bunch of mistletoe yourself.
[This place is very strange......]
Neville silently thought that it would be fine if he didn't make notes and explanations, but once he cooperated with the signs at the door and the girl's reminder and warning, this place suddenly became abnormal:
Hate the bug hook, and then there is a clump of mistletoe that the hook likes to hide in front of the house, and let people pick a bunch of their own, and warn the others to stay away from the airship Lee, and it turns out that this thing is on both sides of the road......
Following Luna into the house, Neville came to the strangest kitchen he'd ever seen. In fact, the shape of this small building is very distinctive, much like the [castle] inside the large chessboard that Neville had broken, but it looks bigger.
As seen from the outside, the rooms inside are standard round shapes, with the kitchen and living room connected to make it feel like you're in a giant pepper shaker. Everything is made in an arc to match the walls, including the stove, sink and cupboard, and is all dazzled with flowers, insects and birds painted in bright trio primary colors.
Neville nodded as he watched, the environment here was not bad, if nothing else, Neville was going to live here for more than a month, until the school year was close to the start of school.
In the center of the room, a cast-iron spiral staircase leads upstairs, where the sound of clattering and ping-pong can be heard.
"What's the sound?" asked Neville.
"That's Dad at work. Luna took a magazine out of nowhere and threw it to Neville, "He's the editor-in-chief, and that's his book." β
Neville took the magazine and looked at the cover, which he ignored and couldn't read the abstract drawings, and he only recognized a few words on it, such as the title of the book, "Singing the Opposite," and the name of Mr. Lovegood.
"Uh, can I go up and meet Lovegood Singhae?"
"Yes, I'll take you up. β