harry potter book of crimes

When Maka came to Lovegood's house, Xenophilius was in the kitchen preparing for the day's lunch, and Luna set three sets of tableware on the small dining table - Maka had already informed

They will come by themselves.

"Good afternoon, Maka." Luna heard the movement on the other side of the fireplace, but calmly placed the plates, then turned around and said calmly.

"Well, good afternoon Luna!" Maka looked at the dazed girl in front of her with an indescribable emotion - she really hasn't changed at all.

"I haven't seen you for a while, how are you?" Luna said in a light tone, as if this was not a polite greeting, but just a casual comment.

Maka sat down on the sofa next to her unceremoniously, smiled and nodded: "Not bad, how about you?"

"I don't know... maybe it's okay." She tilted her head, as if she was really thinking about the recent situation.

At this moment, Xenophilius also wiped his hands and walked over.

"Welcome to spend Christmas together, my little readers." He said happily, "Have you read the recent issues? I have written a lot about the Scintilla, and the readers have responded well!"

"Oh, yes! That's great, you can talk to me again later." Of course Maka didn't look at it, he didn't have the time.

Although Xenophilius would ask an owl to bring him a copy of each issue, he never missed it once.

"Okay, okay, of course! But let's have lunch first, it's ready." Xenophilius said, "I'll be busier after Christmas, you know, the end-of-year special issue of "The Quibbler" -

—I have prepared a lot of interesting content.”

He took Maca to the dining table and sat down, filling Maca with a full bowl of soup.

"...So after Christmas, you can accompany Luna on my behalf to visit Muggle cities!" He said, "I remember you said that you are very familiar with Muggles, and I think you are better than me."

"Oh, of course!" Maka nodded.

"That's great! Luna has always wanted to see the Muggle lifestyle - she always likes the Muggle decorations I bought for her." Xenophilius looked at his daughter,

There was a light of endearment in her eyes.

Luna turned her head to the side and showed Maka the sweet cherry earrings hanging on her ears. At this time, she had a hazy smile, her big eyes flickered, and she looked really happy.

Lunch was still going on, and while Maka was chatting and laughing leisurely with the father and daughter in front of her, she was thinking intermittently about the dividing line between Muggles and wizards.

In the magical world, which is still made up of pure-blood wizards, the distinction between wizards and Muggles is still clear. Even though many excellent Muggle wizards have appeared in the magical world thanks to the efforts of many sages, the deep-rooted concept of distinction has not

It has always been firmly rooted in the hearts of most wizards.

Maka doesn't have much thought about this, he just wants to enjoy his peaceful life. He has the consciousness of being an ordinary person, and even if he becomes a wizard, he is just an ordinary wizard.

Just leave all those complicated and troublesome things to a great wizard like Dumbledore to solve.

"Luna, where should we go first? I think-"

Maka put aside the messy things in her mind and started discussing the post-holiday itinerary with Luna with a relaxed expression.

Time at the Lovegood house always passes very quickly, which is probably related to Luna's personality. The longer you spend time with her, the easier it is to be affected by her unconstrained thinking, and it feels like the whole world has become ethereal.

Got up.

When she was with Luna, Maka no longer restrained her sensibility, because it was difficult to find sadness in Luna. The two of them would often laugh so hard because of some interesting little things;

Enjoy the peace silently in a unique and cozy environment.

In a daze, Christmas Eve has quietly arrived.

Xenophilius was busy in the workshop on the second floor, while Maca and Luna were leaning side by side on the outer wall of the house just like last night, looking up at the endless night sky.

There are very few stars in recent nights, and most of them are obscured by a thin layer of clouds. A hazy waning moon appears and disappears on the sky wall, spreading its silvery glow over the entire hillside.

"Mom gave me her favorite thing as my name." Luna looked up at the moon and smiled quietly, as if she was just talking to something other than Maka sitting next to her.

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Maka nodded, regardless of whether Luna saw it or not.

"What about you?" Luna asked, "How did you get your name?"

Maka smiled, not knowing why, but Luna didn't care at all.

"I picked it up myself, it's my original name," Maka said, "It's always been that way."

"That's not bad." Luna said, "Mom always said that the wizard's name represents a person's life trajectory - where they come from and where they will go."

Maka stopped laughing when he heard this, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. He couldn't even figure out whether they were happy? Or sad.

"Yes! It represents where we come from, and maybe it also tells us where we are going..."

Early the next morning, the Lovegood family was besieged by owls...

A large number of owls of various coat colors, breeds, and sizes were parked on the slope of the lawn in front of the house in a mess, because the roof and window edges had long been occupied by other owls - they were all here to deliver Christmas gifts to Maka.

of.

For the first time, Maka knew that he was so popular. Normally, few people would come to talk to him, right?

When Maka was awakened from her sleep by a series of pecking sounds, Maka hurried out, brought in all the gifts, large and small, and piled them in the small living room of Luna's house.

At this time, Luna, who was half asleep and more confused than usual, walked out of the room wearing her red and green plaid pajamas.

"Maka, is this a gift from you?" She asked vaguely with her eyes half-opened, holding a small envelope in her hand.

"Yes! Open it and take a look! This is the Christmas gift I gave out this year, which took the longest time." Maka said cheerfully, "Merry Christmas, Luna."

"What about my gift? Where is my gift?" Xenophilius on the side looked like a child at this moment, asking Maka excitedly.

"We'll be there soon." The smile on Maka's face became clearer.

"Um...well, what is this?" Luna gently tore open the seal of the envelope and pulled out a thin card packed with tiny letters and symbols.

"This is a spell," Maka said. "It's the spell that went wrong during the test. I analyzed it."

There was no need to explain it clearly. Both father and daughter present understood immediately - this was the spell that caused Luna to lose her mother and Xenophilius to lose his wife!

The father and daughter looked at each other and found that each other's eyes were a little moist.

Maka is right, they don't hate this mantra at all - they don't hate anyone or anything. The only emotion they have towards this mantra is regret.

Luna's mother, Pandora Lovegood, was a person who loved experimenting with spells. Because of the sudden error in her experiments, she did not leave a single word before her death. This spell almost became her only last wish.

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When Xenophilius buried his deceased wife, he buried her experimental notes with her in the tomb, hoping that this would allow her to continue doing what she loved most in that unknown place.

But she never thought that Luna, who was at the scene and witnessed the whole process, would remember it firmly in her heart; even more unexpectedly, Maka even silently remembered it just based on Luna's casual description of the scene of the incident.

The mantra has been found and analyzed.

For Luna and his daughter, Maca's Christmas gift is even more precious than anything else.

"...Thank you, thank you!" Xenophilius's voice was obviously trembling.

And Luna was even more sleepy. She walked towards Maka without saying a word, hugged him hard, and didn't let go for a long time. At the moment when their eyes met, Maka keenly discovered: Luna at this moment

, completely without the usual trance, those big eyes were full of determination.

After a long time, when the two separated, Luna held the thin piece of cardboard in her hand, and her expression became hazy again. The scene seemed to tell Maka that what he had just seen was just an illusion.

"Okay Luna, come and help me open the gifts! Let's see who gave them to me. I don't remember that I made so many friends!" Maka said with a smile.

That night, Xenophilius prepared a large amount of food, including roasted meats, roasted turkeys, marinated dishes, etc. It was as if he had used all the food he had saved on weekdays tonight.

Of course, the Lovegood family's various specialty foods are even more diverse, and they have everything, which makes Maka dazzled.

They ate and drank freely, sometimes cheering happily, sometimes murmuring. When the atmosphere reached its peak, Luna, who usually didn't like dancing, even pulled Maka for a dance.

This Christmas dinner for only three people was intertwined with their laughter until late at night...

At dawn the next day, when the sky was slightly brighter, Xenophilius used his followers to reveal themselves and brought the two of them to the cemetery on the outskirts of Plymouth.

Maka stood quietly, watching Luna light the card filled with analytical formulas and burn it little by little in front of her mother's tombstone.

Only then did Maka learn from Xenophilius that the hometown of Luna's mother, Pandora, was actually in a small Muggle village not far from here.

Maka looked at the lonely little figure squatting in front of the tombstone.

The soft, pale golden hair that was as long as a waterfall and reached waist length once again showed a beautiful and innocent halo in the rising sun.

"Call the gods to protect you."

Maka's heart was touched, and he silently stared at the girl in front of him. As he murmured to himself, a faint silvery white glow appeared all over his body.