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The sun is rising.

On a hilltop a few miles north of the village of Ottery-St. Catchpole.

There is a strange house standing under the blue sky.

Like a huge black column.

Behind it, a broken disc-shaped object hangs listlessly in the sky.

Three hand-painted signs are nailed to the intact gate.

The first one: Editor-in-chief of "The Quibbler": X. Lovegood.

The second one: Please pick a bunch of mistletoe for yourself.

The third one: Don't touch the airship Lee.

This scene.

Not to mention Muggles.

Even ordinary wizards will think that there is something strange about this family when they see these signs.

Squeak! Squeak!

A tall old man with long silver-white hair and beard pushed open the gate.

This time he was wearing a gray-white robe that was very different from usual.

A trace of sadness appeared in his blue eyes.

Ignoring the two old crabapple trees bent by the wind on both sides of the front door, he walked alone through the winding path full of various exotic plants. An adult owl with a slightly flat head, a bit like an eagle's head, was peeping at him on a branch. He came to the heavy black door. There were round iron nails and an eagle-shaped door knocker embedded on it. Dumbledore stood for a while. He didn't knock on the door immediately. After a moment of silence, Dumbledore still knocked on the door. After a while, there was a sound of glass products colliding from inside the door. It was about half a minute later. The door finally opened. Xenophilius Lovegood was standing at the door. His eyes were empty. His face was haggard. His eyes had lost the light of exploring the unknown world in the past. Instead, there was an indescribable sadness and despair. His robes were disheveled.

As if they had not been tidied for several days.

A few strands of scattered silver hair stuck to his forehead.

He looked particularly old.

The sadness in Dumbledore's eyes became more intense.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Xenophilius."

"Oh, Dumbledore? Thank you for coming, thank you so much... I thought I would never see you again."

Xenophilius turned sideways a little dazedly.

"Come in, um, I think I should still have some floating cloud grass roots, um... they taste good."

He walked back into the house without saying a word.

Dumbledore followed him without saying a word.

Even for Dumbledore.

The kitchen he entered now was quite strange.

Everything was made into an arc to match the wall.

Including the stove, sink and cupboards.

There were some graffiti on the wall.

It looked like some strange creatures.

And the color saturation is quite high.

It was a bit dazzling for a moment.

Dumbledore followed Xenophilius up a cast iron spiral staircase.

The second floor was extremely messy.

If Devereux was here.

He had to reconsider whether the most messy place in the world was Goyle's bed or here.

It was full of books and various newspapers.

There was also a wooden guy in the corner.

You can see many gears that are turned by magic.

It looks like a monster hybrid of a workbench and a pile of old shelves.

I don't know what it does.

Because it is motionless at this time.

"Wait a moment, um, sit anywhere, I'll go get some floating cloud grass roots."

Xenophilius' voice was like a veil blown by the wind.

More fragile than before.

It seemed that every word he said would exhaust all his strength.

Dumbledore looked around.

Trying to find a place to sit.

But in the end he could only choose a relatively clean place.

Sitting down carefully.

He did not try to use magic to conjure a comfortable chair - at such a moment, such an act would be regarded as an infringement on the dignity of the owner.

The silence in the room was like a heavy curtain.

It oppressed everyone.

Not long after.

Xenophilius staggered back.

He held two cups of warm tea in his hands.

The aroma was faint but enough to penetrate the dull space.

He handed a cup to Dumbledore.

He also found a place to sit down.

But his eyes could not focus on any point.

It was as if his thoughts had drifted far away.

"Luna... How is she?"

Dumbledore asked softly.

Try to keep his tone calm.

Xenophilius's hand trembled slightly.

He held the cup tightly in his hand.

As if he wanted to draw some strength from it.

"She... She is resting now."

His words gradually became intermittent.

Like being withoutThe shape of the hand was tearing.

It was difficult to make sense.

"What happened that night happened too suddenly, and I failed to protect her..."

Dumbledore nodded.

He did not interrupt him.

He just waited quietly.

"She... encountered some misfortune..."

Xenophilius's voice almost disappeared in the air.

Only a faint tremor remained.

"But I believe that as long as we still have a glimmer of hope, we will definitely be able to find a solution. I have begun to study the relevant literature, yes... yes, I hope to find a cure."

But when he said this.

Xenophilius, who was still very low just now, suddenly trembled all over.

The tea in his hand had spilled a lot because of the shaking.

"But... but..."

When the names of the perpetrators were mentioned.

His originally low tone suddenly became intense.

His body shook violently with anger and despair.

"Those...those demons of Tindalos, how could they do this! She is such a pure and innocent child..."

Anger and pain intertwined.

Overflowing from his voice.

It was almost impossible to look directly at.

"Oh my God! Luna, my baby, she is only ten years old, how could they do this! Oh my God! What will she do next, Oh my God..."

"She..."

Xenophilius took a deep breath.

Trying to control his emotions.

"She is strong, but she is no longer the Luna she used to be. I am afraid, I am afraid that she will hate the world and those who have hurt her."

Tears slid down his cheeks.

Falling on the ground.

Silently broken.

"How I wish all this had never happened."

Dumbledore solemnly held Xenophilius's trembling hands tightly.

"We will find a way, Xenophilius. I believe that no matter what difficulties she faces, Luna will be as brave as her father. Moreover, we will never give up looking for a solution to the problem."

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