The morning sun was just beginning to show.
A few miles north of the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, on top of a hill, stood a wildly eccentric house beneath the blue sky, shaped like a giant black cylinder. Behind it, a fractured, disk-shaped object hung listlessly in the air.
Three hand-painted signs were nailed to the intact front gate.
The first read: The Quibbler, Editor: X. Lovegood.
The second read: Pick your own mistletoe.
The third read: Keep off the Dirigible Plums.
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