Luna raised her hand and pointed to a simple roadside stall. They had seen several roadside stalls along the way.
This also confirmed that there were not many cars in this town. But the stall that Luna showed them was indeed a little different. First of all, the stall owner was a very young girl.
Secondly, the little girl had abnormally pale skin and particularly thick dark circles under her eyes.
"Hey, Winstad!" Ginny walked over to greet her naturally.
Harry was taken aback by this.
The little girl called Winstad looked up coldly at Ginny and Luna (yes, she did not even look at them.)
(without even looking at Harry): "Ten pence for cake, fifteen pence for cold drinks."
"Ah,
There's no need … "Ginny said.
Harry quickly said, "Eat some cake.
It's my treat... "
"No! No need! "Ginny firmly stopped Harry." We are very full and not thirsty. "
Harry thought that the little girl called Winstad was Ginny's friend.
He also wanted to take care of her business.
But Ginny did not seem to want to?
Luna coughed softly and motioned Harry to look at Winstad's stall.
Harry looked down.
The wallet that was half taken out automatically fell back into his trouser pocket.
The cake was made into the shape of a broken limb, darker than coal, looked like Snape's magic potion style, and the cold drink mixed with insect carcasses...
"Ah,
I think... I'm also quite full... "Harry said with a trembling voice.
Ginny quickly turned over this article.
Then she said to Winstad, "Wendy, this is my guest.
This is my guest, the famous Harry Potter. "
Harry did not think that his "famous" meant anything to Winstad, but what Ginny said next was very important to Harry.
"... This is Luna's and my friend, Winstad Adams. Their family is very interesting."
At that time, Harry only felt that the lightning on his forehead had suddenly materialized and directly split him into an afro.
The name Winstad was very common to Harry, but Winstad Adams?! Wednesday Addams?! Adams family?!
Ginny tried to smooth down Harry's hair and asked curiously, "Harry? Harry, what's wrong with you? "
"No... nothing... just a little crispy on the outside and tender on the inside..." Harry's voice was weak.
Winstad, who was watching coldly, silently handed over a cold drink made by Adams. "Maybe it's a heatstroke."
Harry drank it without looking at it, and then he coughed and spat it all out on the cake made by Adams...
Why did Adams family appear in Harry Potter's story? Harry Potter did not understand. He just tried his best to say that he was fine and did not need to go to Adams for treatment. He just needed to sit down.
Winstad looked at him coldly and lowered her head. "Thing, let him sit down."
A hand — a living hand that could walk — jumped down from the chair next to Winstad and politely pulled the chair in front of Harry. It pointed with its index finger and motioned for Harry to sit down.
Harry sat down with his little heart in his hands. Ginny was not surprised. "Today, it's Thing who accompanied you out!"
"Dad broke his leg, Mom is so sad that she has to lie in the coffin for a few days, Grandma is in charge of making the cake, Lucky has to take care of Dad, and only one of us can stand here. Otherwise, we'll be busy killing each other. Uncle Fester has a girlfriend to date recently, so it's only Thing." Winstad calmly explained the situation at home.
"Okay, how's business today?" Ginny asked.
"I hate those girl scouts who show off," Winstad replied.
A primary school girl who was passing by with a handmade cake gave Winstad the middle finger.
Ginny said, "Huh? Wasn't she praising you... "
In addition to giving Harry a "heatstroke", the trip to the town also gave him a good idea. "Ginny, since Winstad can set up her own stall, can we also set up a stall to earn some pocket money? Maybe we can earn a bicycle during the holidays? "
Ginny took a bite of her ice cream (Harry had treated her to the ice cream when they came back). She was in a daze for a while before asking, "How much does a bicycle cost?"
Harry rode his own bicycle when he delivered food. It was a secondhand bicycle that he bought with the money he earned from delivering newspapers. If Ginny also bought a secondhand bicycle... Harry estimated and gave a number. The three of them calculated for a while and it seemed to be a feasible goal. The key was — what could they sell?
Ginny recalled the stall she saw in town. "Hot dogs, cakes, handmade biscuits, ice cream, cold drinks..."
Harry objected to all of the above projects. "We can't sell what others are already selling."
Luna also mentioned, "And the cost of our products can't be too high." They didn't have much starting capital.
When it came to business, the Weisles' business geniuses Fred and George had the most say. Unfortunately, their model was not of much value to Ginny. They couldn't sell prank products to Muggles. However... Harry pondered for a while and asked, "Ginny, how's your handiwork? Maybe we can make some small crafts to sell? "
Ginny clapped her hands and pulled at her shirt. She said excitedly, "Look, I sewed this button myself!"
Harry looked at the crooked stitches and silently turned his head. "Maybe we can consider the cake project again."
In the end, they hadn't come up with a feasible project even when they were on the plains. And perhaps because the topic was always about desserts, their stomachs began to growl.
Harry looked at his watch. Probably because they had taken a long break and chatted too happily, it was now dinner time, but they were still about forty minutes away from the Shack.
"If we hadn't met Winstad, we could have bought the Girl Scout's cake." Ginny shrugged and touched her stomach.
Harry remembered the taste of Adams specialty drink and shuddered.
Luna didn't say anything but looked up in a certain direction.
Harry followed the blonde girl's gaze and saw a crooked house on the opposite hill.
It was Lovegood's house.
Ginny also saw it. "Wow, Luna's house." The red-haired girl rolled her eyes and took Luna's hand. She said with a smile, "Luna, what do you say, let's go to your house for dinner?"
Luna smiled lightly. "That's what I was thinking."
Harry also had the same idea. It should only take fifteen minutes to get to Lovegood's house from here. Also, he could "visit" Mrs. Lovegood, who was pregnant and waiting to give birth.
"A crooked person, walking a crooked road, holding a crooked sixpence in his hand, stepping on crooked stairs..." This time, it was Luna who led the way. She walked in front, humming a strange tune. Obviously, she was in a good mood. "... bought a crooked cat, the cat caught a crooked mouse, and they lived in a crooked house together..."
Harry once suspected that the wizards in Ottery St. Catchpole had some strange prejudice against architecture. Otherwise, why would the wizards here — Weisles' family, Lovegood's family, and the Diggory family he had visited — all make their houses "crooked"?
But even so, Lovegood's family was definitely the leader of this generation in the field of weird architecture.
Harry and the other two walked through a Z-shaped path, past a row of low shrubs full of mini carrots, past a row of red berries shaped like hawthorns, and then past a row of bead-like mistletoe. When they came to two tall trees full of sharp thorns and no leaves, they saw Lovegood's crooked door, which was full of iron nails. There was another collapsed door panel next to it, with three painted signs nailed to it.
The first one read: Different, edit, Lovegood Xie & Lovegood Ka
The second one read: Choose Your Own Mistletoe
The third one read: Don't Touch the Airship Lee
Harry felt that the road to Lovegood's house was thrilling.
Luna jumped up the top step, pulled the eagle-shaped door knocker and knocked on the door. "Dad! I'm back! "
It was some time before there was any movement within the door, and Harry, listening carefully, felt sure that he had heard a great deal of noise, such as a cupboard being overturned, a teapot being overturned, and a tumble down the stairs. Then there came the sound of hurried footsteps, and then the door opened, and Xenophilius's haggard and strange face appeared.
Compared to the last time they met in the Medical Wing, Old Lovegood's hair was dirtier and his eyes were more obvious. He even had a lot of stubble. The moment he saw his daughter, Harry felt that he was about to cry.
"Luna, my Luna..." Xenophilius Lovegood held his daughter in his arms and was about to close the door.
Ginny quickly stuck out a foot to block the door. "Uncle! Harry and I are still here! "
Xenophilius, who was in a trance, seemed to have just noticed the two children standing at the door. He let go of his hand and looked at them for a while before saying, "You are... Ah, Weisles... Weisles and Potter... Come in..."
Lovegood pulled Luna and let Ginny and Harry in. He then pressed them down on the sofa in the living room and said, "Tea... Do you drink tea? Ah, where's the kettle? "
Whether it was the crazy old Lovegood or the strange mess in the round living room, Ginny and Harry were very nervous. They said, "No, we don't drink tea..."
Luna, who was the only one who was sober, gently pulled on her father's robe and asked softly, "Where's mom?"
Luna's soft question was like a blow to Xenophilius. The teacups in his hand all fell to the ground. Then, the middle-aged man held his daughter's hand tightly and almost sobbed, "Kamia... She... She also fainted..."
She fainted? Harry immediately jumped up. "Where is she?"
Ginny, who was in a daze, also stood up. "What happened to Aunt Kamia?"
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