Mr. Lovegood's house is very similar to his own character in appearance, and it is very strange, like a miniature black castle.
Yvonne suffered a great loss during her first visit to Mr. Lovegood's house.
At that time, Yvonne came to Mr. Lovegood's house according to an agreement, hoping that a single man living alone would buy vegetables in the village below the mountain on time. This was completely impossible.
At that time, Mr. Lovegood seemed to be writing an article in the house. When she knocked on the gate of the courtyard surrounded by fences, and shouted at the wooden door with strange warning words, Mr. Lovegood only shouted from inside the house to let her come in by herself.
As a housewife who often deals with agricultural products.
Yvonne was immediately attracted to the various strange plants planted along the winding path leading to the house.
She couldn't help but walk towards a vine full of plump pods.
Then, Yvonne made an unforgettable discovery: a magical plant called warty vine!
"Excuse me, Mr. Lovegood—"
Perhaps in order to adapt to the circular outline of the house, all the furniture and arrangements in the room were designed to be wall-mounted, including stoves, basins, and cabinets.
Moreover, these pieces of furniture were decorated with vivid primary colors, depicting flowers, insects, and birds.
Suddenly, stepping from the dimly lit home into such a warm, strict environment, Yvonne felt a discomfort.
She stood in front of the fireplace, holding the corners of her clothes and nodding her head, looking at the ceiling above the central cast-iron spiral staircase.
Yvonne couldn't see Mr. Lovegood, Luna and Ponyan on the first floor, so she assumed they were upstairs.
"Come up by yourself, Yvonne. I'm writing an important article that needs to be published tomorrow morning!"
The sound of Mr. Lovegood coming from the second floor sounded like a stuffy voice, as if he had a cold.
Yvonne left the fresh vegetables she brought to Mr. Lovegood on the first floor and climbed the stairs alone.
Yvonne had never been to the second floor of Mr. Lovegood's house. It was much more cluttered than the first floor, looking like it was both a sitting room and a studio, filled with stacks of papers and books everywhere.
There were some exquisite animal models hanging from the ceiling. When Yvonne came to the house, those models all showed their sharp teeth and gritted their eyes at her.
Yvonne shrank her shoulders in fear, looking around, and found Mr. Lovegood busy writing in a mountain of papers.
He was wearing a spotted long nightgown, and his long, cotton-candy-like white hair was fluttering in the wind that blew in through the window, his nightgown robe billowing out like a medieval noblewoman's skirt.
"Oh, Mr. Lovegood, you will catch a cold like this."
Yvonne said in surprise and hurried over to close the window for him.
Throughout this process, Mr. Lovegood didn't glance up once, too absorbed in 'tweaking' his article, which made Yvonne feel a bit awkward.
"Oh, I can ask, what is that, Mr. Lovegood?"
A large gray spiral horn, naturally, caught Yvonne's attention in front of Mr. Lovegood.
"Oh, the article I'm writing is about it..."
Finally, Mr. Lovegood who had been keeping his head down raised it, introducing it enthusiastically to Yvonne.
"A friend of mine in the Ministry of Magic saw it during the Battle of Diagon Alley, when he was assigned to clean up the battlefield after the war."
He asked several people, but no one could figure out what it was, so he came to me. I recognized it immediately; it's the horn of a Snufflybeard!"
There was a touch of self-doubt in Yvonne's wandering gaze. Instead of asking further, she nodded gently.
"A Snufflybeard is a very sensitive and shy magical creature, but it can become quite unfriendly if provoked. Since it was discovered in the ruins of Diagon Alley, I now have solid evidence!"
Mr. Lovegood stared at the odd-looking horn with a rapt expression.
"Um, what kind of evidence?"
Yvonne couldn't help asking.
"Naturally, it's proof that the Mystery Man used a Snufflybeard in the Battle of Diagon Alley!"
Mr. Lovegood shouted in a matter-of-fact tone, "That's right!"
"This is exactly what my article is about!"
"Who are you talking to, Dad!"
Suddenly, the door opened upstairs, and a teenager girl bounced out of the room.
"Mrs. Severson from down the hill, she and Ponyan will be staying with us for the night."
Mr. Lovegood's demeanor towards his daughter was entirely different. His eyes, which were filled with bloodshotness from staying up all night, were filled with tenderness.
"Mom!"
A clear, lively child's voice came from the room. After a loud thud, a girl with two pigtails and bare feet rushed down the stairs and collided into Yvonne's arms.
"Oh, did you cause any trouble for Mr. Lovegood and Luna sister, Ponyan?"
Yvonne joyfully picked up her daughter, her lips gently kissing Ponyan's rosy, chubby cheeks.
"I didn't cause any trouble, Mom!"
Ponyan seriously shook her head and then looked at her mother with fervor, "I didn't cause any trouble, Mom!"
"Are we going to sleep here tonight?"
"Oh, because your father is going to entertain some guests at home--"
Yvonne glanced at Mr. Lovegood, who was now writing his article again, and found no signs of displeasure on his face. She let out a sigh of relief.
Yvonne pinched Ponyan's cheek, her expression full of the tenderness of a mother.
"What were you playing with Luna in the room just now?"
"Luna sister was telling me about Hogwarts and the matter of Professor Branwen!"
Ponyan said excitedly,
"Mom, when can I go to Hogwarts? I also want to take Professor Branwen's sports class!"
"Oh, you're still too young, Ponyan. You'll need to wait a few more years before you can go to school."
Yvonne said, her eyes twinkling.
This answer made the little girl very unhappy. She pouted her lips, and still wanted to make a fuss.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Severson--"
Watching Yvonne and Ponyan, Luna spoke up with a smile that carried a hint of envy.
"Oh, good afternoon, Luna--"
Yvonne responded with a reserved smile.
"You've grown at least an inch since Christmas, Luna."
Luna tilted her head, smiled sweetly, and saw that her father was completely immersed in his article.
"Come to my room, Mrs. Severson. I'm telling Ponyan about the time Professor Branwen subdued dozens of Dementors in the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff."
Luna waved at Yvonne as if greeting an old friend,
"Come and listen together."
Saying that, she hopped and skipped back to her own room.
A bit strange girl --
Yvonne thought this in her heart, but soon, inexplicable unease and anxiety rose up in her again.
Mr. Alastor Branwen had single-handedly subdued dozens of the terrifying Dementors from Azkaban. Could anyone really stand up to such a fearsome creature as the Dementors?
Yvonne pursed her lips.
However, Alastor Branwen, a wizard as great as Albus Dumbledore, might be capable of defeating the Dementors.
Stepping into the room with light blue carpeting, Yvonne was drawn to a large picture frame on a cabinet next to the bed.
The photograph inside the frame was of a young Luna embracing a lady who looked very similar to her.
Yvonne's face twisted.
She is a 'veteran resident' of the village of St. Cackwhistle.
Yvonne had heard of the tragedy of Mrs. Lovegood's death.
Upon entering the room, Ponyan wriggled her way out of Yvonne's arms and jumped onto Luna's bed, bouncing around comfortably for a few moments.
"The story isn't over yet, Luna sister. I still want to hear about how the wonderful Professor Branwen scared off so many Dementors!"
There was no chair in the room, and Yvonne was considering where she should sit.
"Just sit on the bed, Mrs. Severson—"
Luna said with understanding, then she hopped onto the bed herself and began to tell Ponyan about the Guardian that occupied the entire campus.
"Hurry up and sit down, Mom. Luna sister is going to tell a story!"
Seeing her mother still stood nervously at the foot of the bed, Ponyan kept waving her little hands in discontent.
Yvonne had no choice but to obey her daughter's command, with half of her buttocks resting on Luna's bed, which had a faint scent.
She had no intention of spending the whole afternoon in Mr. Lovegood's daughter's room.
However, out of politeness and to placate Ponyan, she planned to explore the house in a while and see if there was anything she could help with, such as cleaning up the room or organizing the miscellaneous items.
A house without a female head of the household isn't quite right, no matter how cozy it is.
While thinking about how to make Mr. Lovegood's disorganized studio more tidy, Yvonne found herself growing bored by Luna's 'loquacious' tales of the renowned Alastor Branwen.
Then, just like that, it was evening.
