Lord of the Nation: Mutated golden talent at the beginning

"Good evening, Miss Luna!"

Hermione also opened the curtain and sat in, her brown eyes curiously looking at Luna, who was sitting across from her reading a magazine.

It was the latest release of "Singing Against the Tune", and she also had a copy of this strange magazine in her hand.

But to the little witch's surprise, the magazine in Luna's hand was held upside down, and she herself read it with relish...

When he entered the carriage, he found that the blonde little witch was the only one in one of the carriages of Nuoda.

It looks lonely.

"You don't mind if we sit here, do you?"

Lorne asked with a smile.

"Of course not, Geralt-Mr. Lorne. "

Luna put down the magazine in her hand and replied in an ethereal voice.

Her expression looked dazed all the time, as if she was born.

"That's... Doesn't your magazine affect your reading?"

Hermione couldn't help but point to the magazine she was holding backwards and asked softly.

You can't read a book upside down!

"No, it doesn't. "

Luna glanced at the magazine in her hand, then shook her head and replied.

She had long been Xi to reading like this.

"Is it..."

Hearing this, Hermione nodded lightly and did not continue to ask.

After all, everyone and everyone's preferences are different, maybe Luna just likes to read like this?

Still, if memory serves, she seems to be able to see Thestrals outside, too.

Hermione had heard Lorne tell the story of the little Ravenclaw witch on the lawn before, and she couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic in her heart.

Thinking of Thestrals, Miss Granger couldn't help but turn her head to look at the empty head of the carriage outside.

In that clearing stood a Thestrals, who were in charge of pulling the cart, and although they couldn't see it, Hermione also touched it with her hand with Lorne's help.

Unlike ordinary horses, they have a gentle temperament and do not resist the friendly contact of a young wizard.

"Can you see those Thestrals outside, too?"

Luna noticed Hermione's gaze, and it was the black Thestrals who was pulling the cart outside the car, which made her a little curious.

Unexpectedly, in addition to Geralt, there are people who can see the existence of Thestrals like her.

"I haven't been exposed to death, so I can't see them. "

Hermione shook her head at her curious gaze.

"But—I've just touched this Thestrals, and their wings feel like bats. "

Thinking of the feeling of stroking Thestrals, she whispered.

"You're in luck. "

Luna looked at her with some gray eyes and said in a voice like a lark.

Lucky?

Hermione looked at Lorne, who was leaning next to her, and at Luna, who was stunned outside the car.

Both of them can see the messenger of death.

Only she can't see it.

yes, it's a lucky thing not to see Thestrals.

Miss Hermione remembered the book's introduction to the magical creature

Only those who have witnessed death can see them.

Luna is because of her mother, and Lorne is because she has witnessed someone else's death.

"It's not a good thing to see Thestrals, Miss Beaver. "

Lorne, who was sitting next to the girl, touched her brown curls with his hand and said in a soft tone.

It was at this moment that the carriage began to move, and the creaking wheels walked across the muddy and wet ground, leaving two deep marks.

Thestrals slowly pulled the carriage down the dense path to Hogwarts Hall.

Since Professor McGonagall spends a lot of time teaching them the usual rules and precepts every year, he goes to find young wizards who have just entered the school.

Therefore, those of them who leave late in the carriage are not afraid of being late.

Inside the carriage.

Lorne lifted the curtain and looked at the stars in the sky, which was not as dark as it was on the train.

He subconsciously remembered the Dementors.

It was a very deep day.

"Harassing flies..."

Luna spoke suddenly, her voice soft and ethereal.

Harassing flies?

Hermione looked at Luna, who was looking at her, with a somewhat inexplicable expression.

She seemed to have some impression of the designation that seemed to be some kind of magical creature.

It seems to be... Luna fantasized it herself, right?

Granger still vividly remembers the conversation they had when they first met on the Hogwarts train.

"I can't see it, but I can feel some nuisance flies buzzing in your ears!"

Luna's tone was full of affirmation, as if they were real.

Hermione subconsciously touched her ear, but there was nothing.

And Lorne looked at the little witch sitting opposite him who was still in a trance, and suddenly thought of something.

"Miss Luna, are you sure that harassing flies exist?"

This sentence immediately attracted the eyes of the two little witches.

"Of course, Mr. Lorne. "

Luna said softly.

"I don't know why there are no harassing flies around you, but I'm sure they exist!"

For the blonde wizard who was smiling all the time and was polite, Luna didn't feel the annoying buzz from him.

It was peculiar because it was the first time she had seen it.

It's as if there are no worries.

"You can't see them, why do you think they exist?"

Lorne removed the compass from his wrist and used the spell ring on his finger to return it to its original size.

"Let this compass tell you the answer. "

With that, he threw the compass to Luna, who was a little dazed.

This compass?

Luna took the somewhat old compass and looked at Lorne with some confusion.

Before she could ask, she heard his explanation.

"It's a compass that points to what you want in mind, and it's precious. "

After all, it was his own frog cub who was chased by Captain Jack and brought it back to him.

Lorne also wonders if the fantasy creature like the Harassing Fly exists.

A compass that points to the goal in my heart?

Luna opened the octagonal compass with some suspicion, and the fixed hands inside began to spin rapidly, searching for the target that the wielder needed.

"Okay, then you just have to think about where the harassing fly is in your mind. "

The corners of Lorne's mouth curled up and he said softly.

The pointer took a long time to spin, but eventually it stopped, slowly pointing at Miss Hermione, who was strozen.

Even Lorne was stunned by this result.

Do harassing flies really exist?