Indeed, as the twins said, Lovegood's Burrow was really not far at all, and they flew on their broomsticks to a hill behind the Burrow, where a strange house was pointing straight to the sky, and behind the house, a huge black cylinder with a terrible moon hung under the afternoon sky, looking like a huge chess piece!"

"Here we are. One of the twins said, "This is the house." "Oh my God, this house is like a giant chess game!" Ron exclaimed.

Several people landed at the door of the house, only to see three self-painted markers taped to a collapsed door. The first one reads: Singing the Opposite, Editor, S.E. Lovegood. The second reads: Pick your own parasitic pavilion. The third one reads, don't try to drive a foreign plum. They slowly open the creaky door, and a Z-shaped path leading to the front door is overgrown with all sorts of quirky plants, including a bush covered with fruit like carrots. Two old hawthorn trees swayed in the wind, their bare branches hung with heavy berry-like red fruits, and bead-like pavilions were densely covered with parasites, standing like sentinels on either side of the front door. A flat-headed owl with a head like an eagle stood on a branch and watched them. "It's weird here, I didn't expect Luna to live in a place like this. "No wonder she's always so weird," Ginny said. "Luna is the daughter of Xenophilius. One of the twins said. "She used to occasionally hang out with Ginny near the Burrow, but when she heard something happened to her house, she was barely seen near the Burrow. "But there's one thing Ginny is right. That girl was really weird, and their family was weird, to be exact!" said the other of the twins.

Fred or George (Joe couldn't tell the twins apart) knocked three times on the heavy, dark door, which was covered with iron nails and adorned with an eagle-shaped knocker.

Just ten seconds later, the door slammed open, and in front of them stood a tall man with slender eyes and shoulder-length white hair like marshmallows.

"Fred, George, I knew it was you. He laughs.

"I'm Fred, I'm George. "The twins started to play with the treasure.

"Don't use this. I swear even your mother can't tell you apart. He looked at George and said, "Are these your brothers and sisters?" and then he pointed to Joe and said, "This is your friend!"

"Yes. The twins replied, "This is our sister Ginny, and our brother Ron." Then they pointed to Joe and said, "Introducing you! This is Joe, a grade with Ron, and would love to meet you." Then they turned to Joe and said, "This is Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood, the editor-in-chief of Singing and Singing, you know." ”

"Hello, Mr. Lovegood," Joe held out his hand, "I am Joe, Joe Goole. I love your "Singing Contrarians"

"Thank you!" Xenophilius shook Joe's hand politely and said, "Since Fred and George brought it, they are guests." Welcome to the Lovegood home. ”

Everyone entered the house, and now they were standing in a peculiar kitchen. The room was a standard round shape, which made him feel like he had stepped into a giant can of pepper. Everything was curvilinear to match the walls – stoves, sinks, cupboards – and everything was painted in bright tones with flowers, insects and birds. "Peculiar aesthetics!" exclaimed Joe.

"Thank you for the compliment! People often don't understand it, they think it's ・・・・・・"

"Just call me Joe! Everyone has their own aesthetics, and you don't have to change other people's opinions, do you?"

"Wise eyes, Joe. Few people think so!" Xenophilius seemed a little excited because he had met someone who gave him the thumbs up, "You must be a Ravenclaw!"

"It's a shame he's a Gryffindor!" one of the twins interjected.

"It's a pity!" Xenoflius seemed to be upset by meeting like-minded people who weren't in Ravenclaw, "You should be Ravenclaw." ”

"It doesn't matter, does it!," said Joe, "There is no fixed password on the knocker of the Ravenclaw common room, and you can enter as long as you answer the questions correctly, can you?"

"Haha!" Xenophilius laughed, patted Joe on the shoulder in a friendly way, and said, "I kind of understand why you're a Gryffindor!

"Luna was out fishing and would be back in a moment. As soon as he finished speaking, he added, "They should have introduced you, Luna, my daughter." ”

Joe nodded.

"Then lads. He paused, "And, of course, this charming lady." Ginny smiled happily. "Interested in visiting my studio?"

Naturally, everyone nodded in agreement.

He led the group to the second floor through a spiral wrought iron staircase, where there was a constant noise and the sound of heavy objects hitting from time to time. "This is my studio. He smiled and said, "Everyone needs to be careful of the harassing flies inside." Then everyone walked in, and the room seemed to be both a living room and an office, small and a standard circle, and the arrangement looked a bit like a labyrinth, with piles of books stacked neatly on top of each other. There are also rare models of magical creatures that flapping their wings and their mouths crackling and hanging from the ceiling.

Inside, there was a wooden machine with magic gears in it, and it looked like a bizarre synthesis of a workbench and shelf, from which the sounds came from. After looking at it for a while, Joe recognized that it was an old-fashioned printing press, because it was printing and singing the opposite.

Next to it, on a messy and curved sleek plank, there was a beautiful and serious stone statue of a witch, wearing one of the world's weirdest turbans on her head, and her sides were tilted outwards like golden headphones. A pair of small sparkling blue wings were glued to one belt in front of his forehead, and a carrot was tethered to the other. Given her strange outfit like Luna in the books, Joe suspects that this is Luna's deceased mother.

"That's the Focused Thinking Headset -- it eliminates all sorts of distractions for the thinker, and this," he said, pointing to the pair of little wings, "a thinking propeller that sublimates the mind, and finally," he said, pointing to the carrot, "a drivable plum, which exercises mental endurance." ”

"Looks edgy!" Joe had always been curious about these oddities.

"You're an appreciative person!" said Xenophilius, "I must tell you about the scimitar-horned snorer! ”

"It's an honor!"