harry potter book of crimes

On Christmas Eve night, Maka failed to go anywhere after all. He kept talking with Mr. Scamander and others in the auditorium until late at night, telling them everything he knew about Zoe.

For Zoe's relatives, that was undoubtedly a sad reality, so Maka described the girl as glorious and upright as possible to comfort the white-haired person's pain of sending the black-haired person away.

Sometimes, lies are undoubtedly more comforting than the truth.

The next day, which was Christmas Day, Maka woke up from the inner bedroom of his office. He hurriedly took care of his personal hygiene and left Hogwarts Castle again.

There was no need to go to Lovegood's house yesterday, because Maca felt that it might be necessary to leave some space for the father and daughter who reunited after a long separation. But today, he had to go there.

He had already arranged for the owl to deliver the Christmas gift to Mr. Lovegood on time. The owl must have been pecking at the window glass of the Lovegood house.

But he decided to deliver the Christmas gift to Luna with his own hands.

This gift is very special, and quite...well, expensive! But unfortunately, this thing's current function is very limited, and it can only be regarded as a toy carefully prepared by Maka.

With a heart in her heart, Maka rushed to Lovegood's house excitedly, with a rare light smile on her face.

God knows how long it has been since he smiled so naturally?

…

The heavy snowfall last night has stopped, and everything you see along Macca's journey is white with frost. On the hillside near the village of Ottery-St. Catchpole, and around the Lovegood family's house that looks like a chess piece, everything is white. Covered with thick snow.

He jumped off the magic book in front of the house, stepped on the crunching snow to the door of Lovegood's house, stretched out his hand and knocked.

I thought it would take a few more knocks before someone would open the door. After all, it was only seven o'clock in the morning. In the British winter, the sky had just been lit up by the sun. But I didn't expect that after knocking three times, the door was opened. Opened from the inside.

"Oh! Good morning, Mr. Lovegood." Maka said happily, "Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas, Maka." Luna's father also smiled when he saw it was Maka, "Come here so early? Come on, come in... Have you had breakfast? If you don't mind, let's come together Eat some! I’m just about to make it!”

"This is really great," Maka said quickly, "I came out early today, and I really haven't had time to fill my stomach yet!"

Under Xenophilius's warm welcome, Maca was carried into the house on his shoulders. He sat down at the dining table in a familiar manner and looked around a little.

There are still no changes here. For a workaholic like Xenophilius, who can take care of his daughter safely until now, it is already good. Naturally, it is difficult to pay attention to the furnishings of the home.

Moreover, although Maka would occasionally help Xenophilius with some supplementary articles such as exclusive news, the Lovegood family relied on the Quibbler magazine, which had never been very popular in sales. There is never any surplus.

Maybe after the relationship between Maka and Luna develops further in the future, he can legitimately add to the Lovegood family's household income, which will make Xenophilius and Luna's life better. .

But at least, now is not the time.

Although Luna's father is quite easy-going, the more a person has this kind of personality, the more clearly he will have a clear bottom line. If he carelessly helps, it will most likely end up in vain.

"Mr. Lovegood, where is Luna?" Maka sat at the dining table and asked towards the kitchen behind her, "Isn't she up yet?"

"Get up, you got up just now!" Xenophilius said without looking back while waving his wand to prepare breakfast, "She said last night that she would get up early to open the gifts today - she should be here now

Bedroom?"

"Can I go take a look?" Maka said and glanced at the middle staircase again.

"Of course, I think she will be happy for your arrival. You can ask her to come down and have breakfast together!" Xenophilius replied, "Oh, by the way! Thank you for the Christmas gift you gave me -

—New recipe for Gordig Root Tea, it’s amazing!”

"You're welcome, the Christmas special of "The Quibbler" you gave me is also great. I'll watch it a few more times!" Maka smiled and then walked upstairs.

The second floor is Xenophilius's bedroom and workspace, while the third floor is Luna's bedroom. When Maka climbed up the spiral staircase and reached the third floor, the first thing he saw was not Luna.

, but a portrait hanging on the ceiling.

It was a portrait surrounded by a large number of fine "gold chains". A looming figure on the canvas was vaguely discernible, and it seemed to be the outline of Maka.

If you look carefully, the "gold chains" surrounding the ceiling around the picture frame are actually made up of tiny handwriting.

Luna carefully wrote Maka's name thousands of times with golden ink, and it looked like she would continue to write it.

Maka knew that this was a little trick that combined the magic of words with magical biology.

That kind of golden ink is made from the lanugo hair shed by young unicorns. As long as you use it to write in a circle, the pure and flawless will of the writer will be integrated into the handwriting little by little, and it will be in a specific position.

An image of the written content appears on it.

Because each written word has a very limited amount of will that can be incorporated into it; therefore, the simpler and more straightforward the written words are, and the more times they are written, the clearer the image will be.

Maka, who knew how difficult this was, felt even more guilty when she saw this scene.

He had cast some spells on his name that hindered exploration. Therefore, the painting that should have been written about a thousand times was enough to make his figure clearly visible, but after thousands of times, there was still only a rather blurry image.

.

"Maka?"

Luna was sitting on the edge of the bed where many gifts were piled. When she saw Maka appearing at the edge of the stairs, she immediately called him happily.

"Luna..." Maka moved her eyes away from the small golden writing and placed it on Luna's face, "Merry Christmas."

He really wants to hug this girl, but he can't do that yet. His enemies are still rampant, and there is even one more than before. He can't involve his beloved so irresponsibly.

into danger.

He was able to agree to Luna and Harry becoming friends, and even agreed to her joining R.A., because although it was also dangerous, it didn't require facing those real crises head-on.

But if he is too close to Luna and exceeds a certain limit, Voldemort and Grindelwald will definitely take action against Luna without hesitation - they really can't do anything to Maka, but can they still not be able to do anything to Luna?

?

Maka, who was afraid of what might happen, didn't want anything to go wrong in a place like this.

The moment he was attacked in Ravenclaw Tower, he did not hesitate to use the power of rules to completely obliterate the opponent. There was undoubtedly this reason.

"Merry Christmas, Maka." Luna said, leaning down to open the cabinet next to the bed, taking out a small gift box and handing it to him, "I knew you would come over."

She was still smiling happily, happily, and a little confused as always.

"Really?" Maka quickly reached out and took it, "Can I open it now?"

"Of course." Luna nodded slightly, "I hope you like it."

This gift box was only the size of a palm, and it didn't weigh much in the hand. Maka looked around and tore the wrapping paper open without using magic.

Soon, he saw that in this small gift box, there was a pair of strange-looking glasses.

It looks a bit like the old-fashioned leather goggles worn by Muggle pilots, but the lenses are ground from some kind of lavender crystal mineral that is not very transparent.

"A pair of anti-monster glasses," Luna explained to him enthusiastically, "I found them in Diagon Alley, hiding them in a corner! No one saw them!"

"Oh, this looks great!"

Maka said and put it on directly, and his vision suddenly turned purple. Vaguely, he could also see some unknown colored dots running around in his vision, making it difficult to distinguish.

Is that some weird magic on the lenses, or is it really possible to see things that are invisible to the naked eye through these lenses?

Of course, it was easy to stumble while walking with it on, so he finally pushed it to his forehead.

"As long as you like it." Luna showed her ethereal and sweet smile.

"Well," Maka nodded, then reached out and opened the bag tied around her waist, pulling the mouth of the bag as far as it could go. "I also have a gift for you. You will definitely like it too!"

As he spoke, he vigorously "pulled out" a large gift box from the pocket that had been cast by the Invisible Stretching Charm... No, maybe it's not an exaggeration to call it a "gift box".

This gift box looks to be as big as a small suitcase, and judging from the way he took it out, it seems to be heavy and requires two hands to lift it.

After he placed it on the light blue carpet in Luna's room, he reached out and gestured to Luna.

"Open it and take a look!" Maka said with the same enthusiasm as Luna just now.

Luna, whose curiosity was aroused by Maka's "big" gift, immediately leaned over and opened the gift box. When the box was completely opened and spread on the ground, the contents of the box were revealed.

In front of Luna.

That thing reflected a dazzling silver light under the sunlight outside the window.