Chapter 1286

The waiting time is destined to be long, especially since they may be followed behind them.

Even Fan Lin became a little uneasy. He couldn't be sure whether Luna's father was still...

Just ten seconds later, the door flew open. In front of them stood Xenonferrius Lovegood, who was barefoot and wearing what looked like faded men's pajamas. His long, marshmallow-like white hair was dirty and messy.

Compared to now, Xenoferrius was clearly dapper at Bill and Fleur's wedding.

"What? What's the matter? Who are you? What do you want?" He yelled angrily, looking at Hermione first, then at Fanlin, and finally his eyes stayed on Harry, and suddenly his mouth opened and formed a A standard, funny o.

"Uh...Hello, Mr. Lovegood," Fanlin stretched out his hand, "I am Fanlin, Fanlin Al..."

Xenoferius did not hold Fan Lin's hand, which made Fan Lin feel a little embarrassed... His eyes were staying on Harry for a long time. Obviously, Harry was more impressive.

His eyes were fixed on Harry's forehead, as if he wanted to confirm.

"Snapped!"

Fanlin snapped his fingers. It was like being poured with ice water from above on a summer day. Mr. Lovegood couldn't help but shudder.

"Can we go in?" Fan Lin asked, "We have something to ask you."

"I...I'm not sure that's wise," whispered Xenonferius, swallowing and glancing quickly towards the garden. "It's surprising...I mean...I...I'm afraid I'm not quite supposed to..."

"We won't be long," Harry piped up, looking a little disappointed at the less-than-warm welcome.

"I...oh, okay. Come in, quick, quick!"

Their arrival seemed to break Lovegood's usual rhythm of life, which made him very flustered... I should say panicked.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, the door slammed shut.

Now they stood in one of the strangest kitchens they had ever seen. The room was a standard circle, which made him feel like he was walking into a giant pepper can. Everything was curved to match the walls...the stove, the sink, the cupboards...and everything was painted in bright colors with flowers, insects and birds.

Well...now Fan Lin finally understands how Luna's style was formed. In such a closed space, people cannot help but be affected by it.

Having said that, parents are their children's best teachers, and Lovegood is obviously not a very good educator, open enough and eclectic, and then... he grew crooked...

In the middle of the floor, there was a spiral wrought iron staircase leading to the second floor, where there was a lot of clattering and the sound of heavy objects hitting from time to time; Harry couldn't help but wonder what Luna was doing now.

"You'd better come up," said Xenonferrius, still looking a little uneasy, then turned and led the way.

This room seemed to be both a living room and an office, so it was messier than the kitchen. Although smaller and in a standard round shape, this room looked a bit like the huge room that the Room of Requirement had become during that unforgettable experience. A labyrinth of hundreds of items from previous centuries. There are piles of books and paper everywhere.

Models of creatures they had never seen before hung from the ceiling, flapping their wings and making crackling sounds from their mouths.

However, Luna was not there. The sound was made by a wooden machine equipped with magic gears. It looked like a strange combination of a workbench and a shelf, but it didn't take long for Fanlin to roughly infer that it was an old printing press. , Luna has said that the Quibbler was printed from her home…

It's hard to imagine that the Quibbler's headquarters is her own home due to her weird work model. Even so, the Quibbler still has a certain degree of popularity.

"Sorry," said Xenonferrius. He strode to the machine and pulled out a tablecloth from under a pile of books and papers. The books and papers all fell to the floor with a crash. Then he threw the tablecloth onto the printing press. , somewhat covering up some crashing and thumping sounds.

"Uh..." The three people stood at the door, some not knowing what to do. Maybe they came at the wrong time?

"So... why are you here?" Lovegood put everything in order, of course, just to cover it up...

Before Harry could say anything in a hurry, Hermione exclaimed in shock. "Mr. Lovegood...what is that?"

Hermione pointed at a large gray swirling horn... that didn't appear to be a unicorn's... that was mounted on the wall and protruded several feet from the wall.

"That's the horn of the Snorlax," Xenonferius said nonchalantly.

"No, that's not it!" said Hermione.

"Hermione," Harry whispered, looking a little embarrassed, "now is not the time..."

"But Harry, this is the horn of the Poison Horn! It is a Class B commodity, and it is very dangerous to keep it at home!"

"How do you know that's a poison horn?" Harry asked, slightly stunned, while moving away from the thing as quickly as possible, which made the whole room even more confusing.

"It's in the book 'Magical Creatures and How to Find Them'! Mr. Lovegood, you have to remove it, don't you know that even the slightest touch can make it explode?"

"It's a Squigglehorn," said Xenophilius distinctly, with a stubborn look on his face. "It's a shy but powerful creature, and its horn..."

"Mr. Lovegood, I recognize that groove at the bottom. It's an Erumpent's horn, and it's definitely dangerous... I don't know where you got it from..."

"I bought it," said Xenophilius flatly. "Two weeks ago, from a delightful young wizard who knew of my interest in elegant and refined beasts. It's a Christmas surprise for my beloved Luna. So," he turned to Harry, "what on earth are you doing here for, Mr. Potter?"

"We need some help," said Harry, before Hermione could speak again.

"Ah," said Xenophilius, "help, eh." His eyes were fixed on Harry's scar again, and he seemed both frightened and hypnotized. "Yes. The problem is... helping Harry Potter... is very dangerous..."

"Aren't you always telling people that helping Harry is their primary responsibility?" Vanlin asked curiously, "Isn't that magazine run by you?"

Xenofelius glanced at the machine hidden behind him, which was still crackling under the tablecloth.

"Uh... yes, I just expressed my point of view, but..."

"Interesting statement, Mr. Lovegood, does that mean... let others do it, but this does not include..."

Xenofelius did not answer, he kept restraining himself, his eyes quickly glanced between the three people. Harry felt that he was struggling with inner pain.

"Okay, Mr. Lovegood... let's not discuss this matter for now." Vanlin shook his head, "Can you tell us where Luna is? I think we need to ask Luna's opinion, just as a welcome to our former partners..."

Xenofelius swallowed his saliva. He looked like he was cheering himself up. Finally, in a trembling voice that was hard to hear over the noise of the printing press, he said, "Luna is down by the stream, fishing for mullets. She...she'll be glad to see you. I'll go get her and...yes, very good. I'll try to help you."

Then he disappeared down the spiral staircase and heard the front door open and close. They looked at each other for a few seconds.

"That's...surprising..." Hermione said hesitantly, her eyes unable to hide her disappointment.

"Maybe he's just worried that if the Death Eaters find out I'm here, it will be bad for them," said Harry.

"After all, each of our heads is valuable now, isn't it? There will always be people who are crazy about it." Fanlin said, "Speaking of which, I'm still very unhappy that you are twice as valuable as me..."

"Oh, of course, that's the difference." Harry raised his eyebrows and said, "Maybe we can split it equally, but my treasury is missing a large piece."

"Oh, you two, are you going to die?" Hermione said a little irritably. It was her suggestion to come to Lovegood's house. Naturally, Hermione couldn't accept this result... "The bad old hypocrite, he told everyone to help you, and then tried to escape himself. For God's sake, stay away from that corner."

"Relax..." Fanlin said comfortingly, "After all, this is Mr. Lovegood's right. It's a blessing that he didn't drive us out. Just think of it as visiting Luna."

"It can only be like this!" Harry shrugged his shoulders and walked to the window on the other side of the room. He saw a narrow stream that was as shiny as satin winding at the foot of the mountain in the distance. They were standing high up now, and he looked out in the direction of the Burrow. A bird fluttered past the window and disappeared into the hills.

Ginny was there.

They hadn't been this close since Bill and Fleur's wedding, but she wouldn't know that he was staring in her direction, thinking about her.

Harry told himself that he should be happy about this; anyone who got involved with him would be in trouble, and the attitude of Xenophilius proved that. He turned from the window and his eyes were attracted by a strange object placed on the messy and curved smooth wooden board. It was a beautiful and serious stone statue of a witch, wearing the world's strangest turban on her head, with two golden earphones sticking out. A pair of small glittering blue wings were stuck to a belt in front of her forehead, and a carrot was tied to another belt.

"Look at this," Harry said.

"It's fascinating," said Hermione. "It's surprising that he didn't mention this at the wedding."

"Maybe it's a collectible." Vanlin said, "Maybe the Lovegood family emblem should be changed to a carrot, at least Luna would like it..."

As the three were talking, they heard the front door close, and a moment later, Xenophilius climbed into the room from the spiral staircase, his thin legs now in a pair of rubber boots. He was holding a tray with teacups and a steaming teapot on it that didn't match him.

"Ah, you've discovered my lovely invention," he said, thrusting the tray into Hermione's hands, and then standing with them beside the statue.

"This model is very well made. It is the one I am most satisfied with. On the head of the beautiful Rowena Ravenclaw, 'Endless wisdom is a person's greatest wealth!'" He pointed to the statue. It's like headphones. "Those are mind-focusing headphones...that can eliminate all kinds of distractions for thinkers, and this one," he pointed to the pair of small wings, "is a thinking propeller that promotes the sublimation of the soul. Finally," he pointed to the carrot , "A drivable plum can train your mental endurance."

"Ugh...wonderful invention...I didn't expect you to be interested in alchemy." Fan Lin said, looking at the focusing thinking headphones Lovegood said. Of course, the specific efficacy was not considered. Maybe it was A closed-ear plug listening spell that was released to oneself. As for spiritual sublimation and so on, Fanlin pretended not to hear it.

This is probably the habit of all alchemists, who are always confident in their own products.

"It's used to pass the time." Lovegood said, "I almost forgot that you are also an alchemist, and you learned from..."

"Nicholas Flamel..."

"Oh, of course, this is a huge event." Lovegood said, "You can ask, Master Nicoléme... You know, since Master Nicoléme decided to destroy the Philosopher's Stone, countless People feel sorry for it..."

"For the teacher, that's just the beginning of another adventure..."

"Ha, of course, the Master's idea..." Xenonferius smiled, looking a little stiff, and then he returned to the tray. Hermione was at the end of the sloppy table, trying hard to keep it balanced.

"Would you like some Geddie bulb juice?" said Chenonferrius. "We made our own."

Then he started pouring out the dark purple drink, which looked like beetroot juice, and he added, "Luna is at Kubobashi. She heard you were coming and was excited. But I told her it was best not to It’s been too long, she’s almost caught enough fish to make soup for all of us. Sit down and add some sugar yourself.”

"Now," he moved a pile of papers crumbling from the armchair and sat down, crossing his legs in rubber boots, "how can I help you, Mr. Potter?"

Quite unexpectedly, Harry was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the others. It looked like Luna had convinced Xenonferius...

"Well," Harry said, glancing at Hermione, who nodded encouragingly, "it's about the sign you wore around your neck at Bill and Fleur's wedding, Mr. Lovegood. We thought. Know what it stands for.”

Xenoferius raised his eyebrows. "Are you referring to the symbol of the Deathly Hallows?" (To be continued)