Lovegood

Kyle's invitation to Nicolas Flamel's house was supposed to be a secret, but as Dumbledore once said to Harry, secrets always spread...

When Kyle returned, he suddenly realized that it seemed everyone knew about it.

While everyone was having dinner together, Mr. Weasley, just like Chris had an hour earlier, kept asking Kyle about Nicolas Flamel and whether he had seen the talking refrigerator there.

"My father's biggest idol is Nicolas Flamel."

Fred whispered from the side, "Ever since that day when Dad accidentally met Headmaster Dumbledore and learned where you were, he's been very excited."

George shrugged. "I guess he thinks Nicolas Flamel's house is full of talking Muggle appliances."

Finally, under Mr. Weasley's expectant gaze, Kyle had to regretfully tell him... Nicolas's house doesn't have a talking refrigerator, and the lawnmower can't tap dance and tell jokes at the same time.

In fact, none of the Muggle electrical appliances that Mr. Weasley could think of were there.

This greatly disappointed Mr. Weasley.

But Kyle couldn't do anything about it, because Nicolas's manor in Paris was where he had lived a long time ago, back when even light bulbs hadn't been invented in the Muggle world.

Even the beach chair that Nicolas sat in when listening to opera was one he brought from Devon.

Although Mr. Weasley wasn't interested in beach chairs, he decided to buy one and modify it to get closer to his idol.

This decision greatly displeased Mrs. Weasley. The car issue wasn't even over yet, and now they had to add another chair whose fate was anyone's guess... Did they think the household already had enough trouble?

It was easy to tell from her angry eyes that Mr. Weasley was probably in for a rough time after this meal.

In addition, others were also very interested in Kyle's experiences over the past month.

However, after learning that Kyle had actually spent a month reading there, Fred, George, and Ron's curiosity instantly faded by more than half.

In their view, holidays are for playing, and using them for reading is an unforgivable waste.

Percy did ask a few more questions, but it was clear that he wasn't very interested either.

After all, alchemy wasn't part of the Hogwarts exams, so there was no need for him to waste time on such extra knowledge.

Of course, there were also those who knew nothing about this beforehand... like Harry.

Harry's mouth hasn't closed since Mr. Weasley brought it up.

He only knew that someone had invited Kyle to be their guest, but he never imagined that the person was Nicolas Flamel, who was over six hundred years old and had even created the Philosopher's Stone.

While he was still worrying about his homework, Kyle was already able to visit the homes of legendary wizards.

It must be said that sometimes the gap between wizards is greater than the gap between a wizard and a Gnome.

After the meal, Mr. Weasley was indeed dragged back into the house.

Feeling a bit bloated from eating too much, Fred and George decided to invite Kyle and the newcomer Harry to a traditional activity in Ottery St. Catchpole... Gnome.

"The rules are simple, Harry."

The group arrived in the garden, Fred, with practiced ease, pulled a Gnome from the flowerbed that looked like a giant potato, saying:

"You can throw it, or you can hit it with a stick, just make the Gnome fly as far away as possible."

Like this...

As he spoke, he pulled out a Beater's short club from behind him and, with a very standard motion, sent the Gnome flying.

Seeing Harry's surprised expression, George explained, "Gnome have very tough skin; using only a wooden stick won't do them any harm."

Sometimes I even feel like they can replace the Bludger.

Harry had initially hesitated, but after being bitten hard by a Gnome, he completely transformed into an emotionless bat-swinging machine...

"Oh... Harry, that last jump must have been two hundred feet."

"I think it's at least 250 feet..."

Because it was already quite late, the group didn't actually have a competition; they were just calculating the distance by feel.

"I think I was off-angled just now... I'm sure I can hit it farther this time!" Harry skillfully grabbed a Gnome who was watching the commotion from the ground and swung his club again.

"Well done, Harry," George said, looking up. "A perfect straight shot. I think you have a knack for being Beater ..."

Ouch!

But before he could finish speaking, a painful groan suddenly came from afar.

Did it hit someone?

The group exchanged glances and quickly ran towards the direction of the sound.

From afar, they saw a figure crouching there, covering his head.

Upon reaching the other person, Harry quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry, sir, I didn't know there were people here..."

"It's alright, it's my fault for not paying attention..."

The man looked up, then paused, startled. "Fred, George, Kyle... Oh, I see. You guys aren't fighting Gnome again, are you?"

At this moment, everyone could see what he looked like.

He had slightly crossed eyes, and his cotton-candy-like white hair was piled up on his shoulders. He wore a brightly colored yellow robe, and a gold chain around his neck with a strange symbol that looked like a triangular eye.

"Mr. Lovegood?" Kyle was somewhat surprised.

The Gnome fellow who got hit on the head by the goblin Xenophilius Lovegood, who lived north of the Ottery St. Catchpole.

"Did you just get back?"

"Yes." Lovegood rubbed his head. "I took Luna to look for the Crumple-Horned Snorkack, and I got so engrossed that I lost track of time."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a little girl ran over from not far away.

She had long, messy blonde hair, wore a pair of carrot-shaped earrings, and a necklace made from Butterbeer bottle cork. She also held a half-leaf that she had picked up from who-knows-where.

Her bizarre attire and behavior made her seem somewhat insane.

"Dad, I just found something on the floor... Oh, Kyle, it's been a long time."

Luna skipped over to Kyle, tilting her head and staring intently at him with her large, slightly protruding silver eyes.

"Long time no see, Luna," Kyle asked with a smile. "Are you looking for Wrackspurt?"

"I've never seen Wrackspurt on you before, and not this time either," Luna said in a singing voice.

She then pointed to Harry, "But he has a lot on him, right next to his ears."

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