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Silver sneezed, and the wind beat at his hair and clothes. He was now standing at the foot of the hill looking out at the top of the mountain, a strange house standing under the blue sky, like a huge black column, behind which a ghostly moon hung in the afternoon sky.

"It looks scary." Silver said. "I can't compliment this taste."

"But it was your strong recommendation that made me stay here for a few months, Jack." Hermione said amusedly.

"No way, who made this a fairly hidden hideout." Silver said.

"Let's see who gets to the top of the mountain first." Hermione seemed in a good mood because of Silver's arrival, and she ran on her legs, "No magic, Jack!" ”

By the time the two of them finally reached the top of the mountain, it was already a little dark - please don't ask me why it took them so long.

Three hand-painted signs are nailed to the ruined courtyard gate.

The first part: "Singing and Singing" Editor-in-Chief: Xenophilius. Lovegood

The second piece: Please pick a bunch of mistletoe for yourself

The third piece: Don't touch the airship Lee

They creaked open the courtyard door, and the winding path was filled with all sorts of strange plants, including a bush full of small, orange-red turnip-shaped fruits that Luna sometimes wore as earrings. Two wind-bent old begonia trees stood guard on either side of the front door, their leaves gone, but still covered with small red fruits and a canopy of mistletoe corolla with white beads. A small owl with a slightly flattened head, somewhat like an eagle's head, peeped at them from a branch.

Silver knocked three times on the heavy black door, which had round iron nails embedded in it, and an eagle-shaped knocker.

In less than ten seconds, the door opened, and there stood a middle-aged man, barefoot, dressed in what appeared to be a long, stained nightgown, with long, marshmallow-like white hair that was dirty and messy.

"What? What's up? Oh, it turned out to be Jack. Silver. He said in a sharp, cheerful voice, and he looked at Hermione first, "Miss Granger went out early in the morning, and I think she must have gone to pick you up." ”

"Hello, Mr. Lovegood," said Silver, holding out his hand, "it has been a hassle to have Hermione stay with you for a few months. ”

"You're welcome." "Luna is also very happy to have a companion, and to be honest she is always lonely at home alone. ”

"I'm afraid I'll be chattering with you for a few days." Silver said.

"It's my pleasure." "Come in first," said Mr. Lovegood, "I'm so old fool to have you standing outside for so long." ”

No sooner had the two men stepped on the threshold than Mr. Lovegood slammed the door shut. They stood in rather strange kitchens. The room was standard round and felt like staying in a giant pepper shaker. Everything is curved to match the walls: the stove, the sink and the cupboard, and are all painted with flowers, insects and birds in bright primary colors. In such an enclosed space, the effect is a little too strong to bear.

In the center of the room, a cast-iron spiral staircase leads upstairs, where the sound of clattering and ping-pong can be heard.

"Luna was out the house too, and she probably wanted to get some freshwater ballfish." "Let's go upstairs," said Mr. Lovegood eagerly, "I have a lot of things I can't wait to ask you, and my magazine needs first-hand information—you know, about the most recent one!" ”

Silver shrugged helplessly at Hermione.

"Well, as you wish, Mr. Lovegood."

The room above seems to be both a living room and a workshop, so it's even more messy than the kitchen. There are piles of books and papers on every surface. Delicate animal models hang from the ceiling, all flapping their wings or moving their mouths.

It was a wooden guy who made those noises, with many gears that turned by magic. It looked like a monster crossed between a workbench and a bunch of old shelves, and Silver recognized it as an old, magically modified printing press, spitting out copies of the Contradiction.

"I beg your pardon, it's a bit of a mess at home." Mr. Lovegood strode up to the machine and pulled out a filthy tablecloth from under a large pile of books and papers, and rolled them to the floor. He covered the cloth onto the press, masked some ping-pong and clicking, and turned to Silver.

"I learned from my sources that the Ministry of Magic is planning to issue a wanted warrant for you and Miss Granger, is this officially a face-tearing face?"

"Yes, Mr. Lovegood." "In fact they have sent a group of men to attack my castle, and I managed to escape. ”

"I don't think they thought it would catch you at first - the Silver family was not easy to deal with. I know the legend of your great-grandfather very well. Mr. Lovegood smiled and said, "Well, although I have a lot of rooms in my house, many of them still have to be packed up before they can be occupied, so when Luna returns, I'll let Luna—"

"Jack can stay with me, Mr. Lovegood." Hermione said very naturally.

"Wow, of course." Mr. Lovegood smiled and said, "Actually, that's what I intended to do in the first place. ”

He looked at his watch, "We should have some time before dinner, and we can catch up on a manuscript." Jack, can you provide some great information? About the Ministry of Magic, or Dumbledore? The readers of my magazine are very interested in this. If you wish, I can also post a protest against your Ministry of Magic wanted warrant. ”

"Let's not talk about whether these are suitable for publication, your singing and singing in this issue have already been printed."

"It's okay, you can make 100 copies of the special edition ......" (to be continued......)