harry potter book of crimes

"...Luna...Luna? Wake up, it's time to get up..."

A familiar voice seemed to drift from afar, gently awakening Luna's sleeping consciousness. Yes, that was Maka's voice, and it was indeed very familiar.

"Well?"

Luna, who was lying on the bed, twisted her mouth and moved her head slightly, causing a strand of golden hair in front of her forehead to quietly fall to the side.

Soon, she opened her eyes in a daze, and her hazy vision gradually became clearer.

"Maka?" Her eyes wandered on the roof, and then she finally turned her head slightly and looked at Maka's face, who was looking down at her, "Well...good morning?"

While saying hello vaguely, Luna seemed to feel the warmth and touch from the palm of her right hand. She subconsciously shook it back, and then realized that her right hand seemed to be being gently held by Maka.

With.

"That's it, remember not to let go, or something will go wrong." Maka moved her hand to signal, and at the same time showed a smile at Luna, "Also, 'Good morning' and so on... But now

It’s afternoon!”

"Oh, didn't I sleep for a long time?"

Luna obviously didn't mind Maka grabbing her hand at all. She just took her other hand out of the quilt and rubbed her slightly sore eyes randomly.

"It didn't take long actually," Maka said, "but I think you may need to sleep for a while."

"Yeah?"

Luna tilted her head and thought for a while, not sure what she had figured out, and then nodded.

"Okay! I understand... If necessary, then sleep a little longer."

Obviously, with her keen intuition, she had noticed something might be wrong with her body, or some other reason, which made Maka think that she needed to have a good sleep.

However, with Luna's temperament of not being obsessed with many things, she didn't seem to even have the intention to ask Maka a few more questions. Even though it was something that happened to her, she didn't care at all.

The next moment, I heard her change her words:

"But before I go back to bed, I'd like something to drink... Do you have any butterbeer in your pocket?"

"Oh, of course!"

Maka smiled, stretched her left hand to her waist, and then pulled out a somewhat dirty-looking glass bottle. Yes, although the butterbeer in the Pig's Head Bar is delicious, it doesn't look that good in appearance.

People can tell it apart at a glance.

"Look! What I'm most fortunate about right now is that I asked Aberforth to get two boxes for me to store. But it's a pity that he refused to tell me where he got the goods... and I don't know who he is.

When will the shabby bar be able to reopen?"

While Maka complained casually, she took out another cup, controlled the wine bottle and poured it into it, and also heated it slightly.

Appropriate temperature can make butter beer taste more mellow and silky.

Not long after, he helped Luna sit up from the bed, and then let the cup float in front of him. Luna reached out to take it and took a sip with satisfaction.

However, throughout this entire process, Maka's hand had been holding Luna's right hand steadily, never letting go even once.

Luna's magic power is being guided by Maka's powerful spirit, flowing steadily into Maka's body through their interlocked palms like a trickle, and then returning to the source of Luna's magic power again.

The magic power that was originally restless due to imbalance disease was always suppressed below the critical line of riot in the cycle that Maka created so carefully.

Seeing Luna's happy expression while drinking butterbeer, Maka couldn't help but slightly raise the corners of her mouth, as if she was enjoying this pure beauty.

That's right, it's not so much that Maka likes Luna, it's better to say that he likes Luna's pure and natural mentality. Because even if he always pretends to be indifferent, he also understands that someone like Luna

His casual and carefree character is something he himself will never possess.

Maka envied Luna very much, and maybe... it was the same feeling that Dumbledore, who had not yet become "selfish", secretly envied him.

"Would you like another drink?"

Seeing Luna raising her head and drinking up the butterbeer in the glass, then sticking out her tongue to lick the delicate foam on her upper lip, Maka asked again.

"No, one cup is enough... My stomach is warm, I should be able to have a good sleep."

Maka took the cup she handed back and placed it on the bedside table beside her. Hearing her touch her belly and say this, she couldn't help but nodded.

"Do you want to continue sleeping now?"

Luna pursed her lips and thought about it carefully. She didn't know what she thought of, but suddenly she looked down at her right hand that was being held by Maka.

"Maka, do you know? When I was in Spiral Town, I seemed to have had a few dreams...I dreamed of some scary things. But I was not afraid at all, because I knew that Maka would definitely

Come to save me..."

How long has it been since Luna spoke in this sleepy tone? Maka wasn't sure. But he knew that whenever Luna spoke in this tone, those words would always bring a strange persuasion.

force.

Just like now, the topic of "dreams" mentioned by Luna made Maka involuntarily recall those several journeys back in time.

To be honest, he didn't think Luna would have those memories. After all, for the Luna in front of him, many of these were things that she had never really experienced.

But……

"So," Luna reached out and touched Maka's eyebrows, as if to smooth out his slightly frown, "Don't be afraid, Maka, because no matter what happens, I will always be there.

I’ll be waiting for you here with peace of mind.”

Luna's words made Maka feel a subtle sense of detachment from reality, as if she knew everything Maka had experienced.

But I have to say that her words also made Maka calm down involuntarily.

Yes, Luna said "Don't be afraid". Is there anyone who can see it more clearly and say it more accurately than her?

"Ok, I see."

Maka stared at her clear eyes for a long time, then nodded slowly and firmly.

"That's good."

Luna smiled, then took the initiative to move her body and got into the bed again. Then, she saw her pulling the quilt, only a pair of eyes exposed from the edge of the quilt, looking at Maka and softly said:

"Good night."

Maka didn't move, just held her hand and waited until she really fell asleep, then took out a bottle of Dreamless Sleeping Potion and fed it to her mouth.

After a while, he finally let go of his hand and said silently in his heart:

"Well, it really works."