Chapter 30
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In 1880, Xenophilius Lovegood was running around for his sick but pregnant wife. At that time, Voldemort had not yet found Potter and his wife in Godric Valley. Every day in the wizarding world was cloudy.
Xenophilius had always known that he was a coward. While many wizards and sorcerers risked their lives to fight on the battlefield, he just wanted to hide at home with his fantasy and his wife. But as he watched his wife grow weaker day by day …
St. Mungerry was crowded with people and families who had been broken in the war. Xenophilius was afraid of this place where the Grim Reaper lingered. He was also afraid of the desperate and crazy eyes of the people. He did not dare to send his wife there, nor could he find a doctor to accompany him home every time. But the potion shop in Diagon Alley had been destroyed in the war.
Xenophilius stared at the ruins of the potion shop for a long time before he was woken up by a shopkeeper who was hurriedly moving away. "Let's go!" He looked up at the shopkeeper's reminder and saw a black shadow floating in the distance. It was a Dementor.
"Pandora …" Xenophilius was exhausted. He moved to a plain not far from his house in the Phantom and slowly walked back home. His mind was filled with the shadows of the Dementors. Pandora's pale and swollen face occasionally appeared among the Dementors. He suddenly wanted to go back and hold his wife's cold hand and tell her about his guilt and fear. But a voice bluntly stabbed his brain: Pandora had been unconscious for half a month. He had not heard Pandora's voice for a long time.
… Thank you! I have a gift for you!
… Are you finally willing to buy me a Curvy Horned Beast?
… Bah! I don't want a Curvy Horned Beast!
Xenophilius looked up tiredly and saw an unconscious person lying in front of his crooked house.
These days, it was not unusual to see people unconscious, injured, or dead on the streets. But this unconscious person seemed to be a child. Xenophilius moved the girl, who looked to be about eleven or twelve years old, into his house. He did not know if the girl was injured, but she looked like she was asleep. Although her face was pale, her breathing was steady. Xenophilius left the girl on the sofa in the living room and went upstairs. Pandora was much paler than the girl, but even in a coma, she often breathed like a nightmare. Xenophilius held his wife's hand and silently closed his eyes …
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