A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Luna Lovegood opened her eyes and stared at the ever-changing clouds in the sky, the pure sunlight shining on her face through the pores of the Brazilian rainforest, and the air was fresh and pleasant. Her husband, Rove Scamander, took a photo of a plant two kilometers away. A little bug crawled on her.

They stayed in this rainforest for three months, in search of what the locals referred to as a "little bird whose body glows and flies with a rainbow", an eight-year-old boy said he saw it by the river with his own eyes, but unfortunately Disappeared in the blink of an eye. The source is absolutely credible, but can't tell if it's true or not, it's probably just that the boy was dazzled and mistakenly associated the rainbow after the rain with some kind of beautiful bird he couldn't name (like a toucan), but they came anyway , as a honeymoon for two.

They scoured the nearby waters and ponds and found only some beautiful plumes and a few sapphires. Now those feathers and gems are in small boxes, along with airship lee earrings, cork necklaces, and pebbles. In Rove's words, "you have to accommodate the aesthetics of ordinary people and have one or two pieces of normal jewelry."

Luna was drowsy as she smelled the strong scent of grass and earth. After an unknown amount of time, she was awakened by the whistling sound of the Vigilance Charm. It was Ralph Scamander, who had returned with a camera and a thick notebook.

"Another endangered wild plant was found," Rove said. "He left a probe nearby and sent it to the local environmental protection department." He looked at his wife who jumped up from the ground and couldn't help frowning. , "You're lying on the ground again..."

Luna quickly took out the wand hidden in the thick hair behind her head and pointed at herself. The white mist evaporated from the dew-soaked clothes. She turned around in a circle with interest and jumped twice. .

"How about this time?"

"Okay." Rove muttered softly.

The two began to organize their tents. Today was the last day in the rainforest, and they were reluctant to leave before leaving. Halfway through packing their things, they sat in the middle of the big bags and turned over the thick photo albums.

"This is the local village and residents..."

"I like them, they like to tell jokes," Luna chimed in.

"Yeah, three sentences without one joke. Here's a picture of me playing football with them, look, they're so happy! That's a triumphant smile, I think if it was Quidditch, I probably wouldn't Lost so bad...you were learning how to weave...so who the hell was taking pictures...but I feel compelled to remind you that the locals use this technique to make fishing gear, not to wear vines... …”

"In the magic tavern, we met two new wizard friends of Castrobusher, and one of them had to curse my pinky, beautiful stun spell, dear..."

"A toucan swaggered into the tent and was scared away by the magic lamp."

"Then there are several magical animals unique to Brazil, all of which you discovered first. It's strange. It reminds me of the scene when we first met."

Amazed, he turned the album forward, skimming through nearly a third of the wedding photos, stopping at the very first pages.

The two heads come together. In the photo, Luna, who is a few years younger than she is now, is crouching on the ground, reaching out and petting a creature that looks like a ferret. The little guy eats a steaming hot dog and narrows his eyes happily. The background is an icy landscape.

"Seriously, I searched the North Pole for two years," Rove said sourly, "and found nothing. I seriously suspect that my grandfather missed some key information...but it's not empty-handed."

Luna happily hummed a song that sounded like something the eccentric sisters had done twelve years ago — 'A Great Victory'.

Ralph hummed along.

Near noon, they walked out of the Brazilian rainforest with two suitcases, one large and one small. After Rove handed over a thick stack of photos to a local conservation group, the pair went to the border, registered and returned to the UK with a port key.

"Wizards are natural explorers," said one border police officer.

"We always do," Roff replied.

"Hey, I'm talking about the one on Mars," the policeman teased.

...

On the hills near the village of Autry San Catchipole, the grass was rippling in large circles by the wind, and a small house that looked like a knocked-over boot loomed in the distance.

"My dear daughter! You are back."

Xenophilius Lovegood ran out of the house and hugged Luna, who patted her father on the back. Xenophilius was clothed in dirty clothes, his cotton candy-like hair was tangled up in a mess, like an abandoned bird's nest, and his eye problems seemed to get worse, so he used it as an excuse to pretend he didn't see it. The man next to his daughter, until Rove took the initiative to say hello, he reluctantly gave him an extremely perfunctory hug.

"Sorry, I forgot your name, Rhodes, Roman-"

"It's Roff." Luna said cheerfully. Xenophilius made a "cut", one eye seemed to fly out of his socket, he squinted at his daughter's husband with the other eye, silently took the suitcase in Luna's hand, One hand pulled her towards the black door. Ralph Scamander shook his head and followed.

This attitude is good.

According to one reporter who sneaked into the wedding and was kicked out, "That old widower in Lovegood seems to have planned to cast a curse on his son-in-law during the wedding ceremony, turning him into a big-mouthed color ball fish. What a pity. If it doesn't work out, there's a chance to compete for the year's biggest news story -- in the presence of the Hypps, the Potters, the Weasleys, the Longbottoms, the Scamanders, and more."

But Rove knew it was pure nonsense, or at least not entirely true.

In contrast, he believed that Xenophilius had originally intended to transform him into the horn of a venomous beast, because when he was a guest here for the first time, he had inadvertently clicked on the gift Mr. Lovegood had given to his daughter. Surprise - the gray spiral horn bought from a smuggler, not the horned snoring beast but the horn of the poisonous beast, it is extremely dangerous to put at home... He paid the price for his honesty.

The room is a standard round shape, like a round pepper shaker.

On the ground floor is the kitchen, the stove, sink, cupboards are painted with flowers, insects and birds. Going up the cast iron spiral staircase, the second floor is a more messy living room and studio, an old printing press occupies the best lighting and position, and the rest is scattered and full of debris - see When he came out and his daughter was not at home, Mr. Lovegood was in no mood to clean up the house. A handful of palm-sized, animal-shaped magic lamps flew from the ceiling. Two staircases extend up from this level, leading to Luna's and Mr. Lovegood's bedrooms.

The three spent an afternoon sorting out the travel information. Mr. Lovegood still regarded Rove as air, but he asked Luna all kinds of questions, cared about it, and showed amazing interest in all the interesting details that happened on the trip. curiosity.

"Oops, is that so...that seems to validate a theory."

Luna's observational power amazed the two men present, and Rove regretted that these wonderful views would only appear in the unreliable magazine "The Quibbler", and the flame elves, quivering maggots, life on Mars, etc. Anecdotes are published together.

The last one doesn't count.

When Mr. Hepp and Ms. Granger return from Mars, the answer to this question is irrelevant, and people are caught up in wild fantasies, obsessed with the possibility of immigrating to alien planets in their lifetime, and it takes a long time before they realize that the next time Mars will be closest to Earth in 2018.

In the following years, people successively established six space bases on the moon.

Luna suddenly raised her head and glanced at the ceiling.

"We have a thousand people above our heads," she said.

"I'm really worried about those guys falling off," Xenophilius said, "but if they could sit on broomsticks..."

In the evening, Mr. Lovegood was in a good mood and was about to show off his cooking skills. Luna suggested to give Rove a chance to try, "He has all the cooking recipes of the Lovegood family." "Then he took a big advantage. muttered Mr. Lovegood. "No one has ever had the chance to see it but the Garden Sappers."

He started talking about the last time the Hypps were guests at the house.

"Felix Hepp...is a good man, knowledgeable and humorous. I interviewed him about what he saw on Mars and what he thought of the Crooked Snorer. He said he had two; it was his Wife has no sense of humor..."

Rove was busy in the kitchen downstairs for a while, poking his head from under the cast-iron stairs, and Luna questioned him with her eyes. "I'm missing a few seasonings, but I think I can find them around here," Rove said confidently.

After dinner, Mr. Lovegood's attitude towards Rove was much better. He said vaguely: "I tasted the food made by Pandora. After so many years, it may be an illusion..."

"Mum's own vegetable garden," Luna said in a trance.

Early the next morning, Luna and Rove came to the headquarters of the Daily Prophet. Both of them had contributed to the Daily Prophet, but later Luna completely turned to the 'family business', while Rove hoped that like his grandfather, more people would pay attention to the survival of magical animals.

Exiting from the editor-in-chief's office, the two met face to face in the hallway—Rita Skeeter, a journalist who was keen to write slanderous articles.

Rita Skeeter surveyed the pair from above her bejeweled square glasses, "Let me see... Luna Lovegood, Ralph Scamander, the rookie in Magical Zoology, who was married before she got married. There has been an excellent collaboration... The last wedding was too rushed, and I didn't have time to congratulate the two of you."

"That's because you came uninvited and were expelled." Rove said solemnly.

"The material is rare." Skeeter waved his hand, "There are so many big people, of course I have to find ways to get in. The last time I had this opportunity was two years ago, but I didn't dare to make small moves that time... Have you heard?"

"What?" Roff said in amazement.

"The big scene I've been looking forward to has been so boring in recent years." Skeeter's face flushed slightly, and his long fingernails pierced into the crocodile leather bag in his hand.

"The Quidditch World Cup," Luna said suddenly.

Skeeter glanced at her, "Yes, in July 2010, the 426th Quidditch World Cup was held on the floating island. But I dug up even bigger information, which will definitely surprise everyone. Eyeballs are even more powerful than Felix Heppe marrying his own student." She lowered her voice deliberately at the last sentence, and after she said that, she glanced furtively in the corridor, as if afraid of being overheard, she warned: "These words I'm just talking here."

"Is there anything I can't say?" Luna asked curiously.

Rove tugged at his wife's sleeve, Rita Skeeter snorted twice, turned her sharp eyes around her, and landed on the food box in Luna's hand, provoking: "I want to say , Becoming a husband to Luna Lovegood requires an iron stomach. According to the reliable information I have obtained, she was nicknamed 'Mad Girl' when she went to school, and she was happy to feed centaurs and eight-eyed spiders. "

"This is fake news," Rove Scamander stood up, embraced his wife like a man, and said solemnly, "Luna didn't show a special interest in the eight-eyed spider, and most of the Time is when I cook. Do you want to know the trick?"

Rita Skeeter stared at him without speaking.

"Just prepare a few special spices, which I discovered when we first met because I happen to like it too."

Rita Skeeter left with a crunch in her high heels, looking rather annoyed. A smile appeared on Rove Scamander's face, and he looked down at his wife, and found that she was also looking at him, her eyes were straight without blinking.

"So mom put spices in it when she was cooking?" Luna asked. "Dad tried many times without success."

"I guessed it, and I saw it in the garden when I visited later. Your family is also very tolerant of weeds." Rove Scamander said. He stared at the pair of slightly bulging pale silver-white pupils and asked softly, "Luna? Has anyone ever said that your eyes are beautiful?"

"Yes!" Luna said affirmatively, "Dad, Mom, Ginny, Firenze, Vanette, Sandora, Teresa..."

"Wait, who's the name in the back?"

"They're all horses."

Rove choked, suddenly felt what Rita Skeeter felt.

"You can compliment my hair." Luna said sympathetically, Rove glanced at his wife's messy, dirty blond hair and couldn't help persuading: "Honey, I think you'd better take care of your hair. , like at a wedding, it looks good, like flowing gold... of course, not that dress!"

"which one?"

"The one with the rainbow, sequins, and silver unicorn horn tiara."

"But I like it very much." Luna said with some distress.

"Cough, you can wear it at home, but if it's a special occasion..." Rove said after deliberation, seeing his wife's erratic eyes, he felt nervous for a while, Quidditch World Cup! Tens of millions of people! Merlin! Hip! He hurriedly said:

"Honey, I have a great idea, we should have a custom suit for the opening celebration of the World Cup."

"us?"

"...Yes." Rove's expression was very tragic.

Luna's eyes widened and she said solemnly, "Oh, you can dress more formally—according to ordinary people's eyes, yes, that's it."

"No need, I've made up my mind!"

The two walked out of the "Daily Prophet" headquarters building holding hands.

"Let's go back to school sometime," Rove's voice said.

"Okay, I miss it there."

"Wear the Sorting Hat again, I feel like I have Gryffindor potential..."