Chapter 1 Dialogue under the stars

The evening sun has a kind of trance beauty, it falls through the gaps in the clouds, and it has a lazy atmosphere. The intricate tombstones draw long and narrow shadows under the dim sunset, creating a different atmosphere.

Not far away, beside a luxuriant poplar tree, a man with messy white hair like cotton candy was standing there holding a little girl. There is no doubt that this is a father and daughter who are sweeping the grave.

And what Maca noticed just now was the back of the girl with pale blond hair and waist-length hair.

Of course, Maca is not a pedophile, he has no interest in a little girl who looks to be in her early teens at most - although he is about the same age now. It's just that this long hair exudes a layer of gleaming halo in the setting sun. That unique sight is really impossible to ignore.

Maca couldn't help but glanced a few more times, but that was all. He paused, then looked away immediately, and walked towards the town with his suitcase.

But just before he was about to step out of the tomb circle, he vaguely heard the man's voice.

Luna, let's go back too, it's getting late.

Luna? Pale blonde long hair? In the depths of Maca's mind, a few words that seemed a bit obscure due to the passage of time flew across like a flash of inspiration.

It can't be such a coincidence, can it?

Maca stopped again, hesitated on the spot, and then burrowed into the bushes by the side of the road—he wanted to go back and make sure.

When Maca returned to the cemetery from the woods, Luna and his daughter had already left. He deliberately moved to the place where the two were standing just now, and looked down at the tombstone.

Pandora Lovegood...Lovegood, you must be right. Maca pondered for a moment, then started to run, It is obviously better to find an active wizard to ask for directions than to wander by yourself Much better, maybe I can borrow her fireplace! What's that thing called? Fly...fly furnace powder?

That... Mr. Lovegood, wait a moment!

The father and daughter obviously didn't go fast, or, fortunately, they hadn't used magic to leave before Maca could catch up.

Well, who are you? Xenophilius, Luna's father, turned around and asked suspiciously as he looked at Maca who was running towards them in a hurry.

Oh, yes. Maca quickly ran in front of the father and daughter, took a break to sort out his thoughts, and then continued, I am a fan of the magazine you edited, you know Yes, I really like the articles in it, it adds color to my life.

In fact, Maca couldn't even remember the name of the magazine, but that didn't stop him from using it as an excuse to strike up a conversation.

Hmm...Curved Horned Snork, yes, Curved Horned Snork. I hope you can know that I have always believed in their existence, although I have never been able to find them. Maca tried hard to recall the dusty memories, Capture all the sporadic fragments that can be thought of, and throw them as a bargaining chip to the father and daughter standing in front of him.

Oh, a companion.

Luna's tone was a little dazed, but those silver-gray eyes were staring at Maca's face without blinking. It can be seen that she has developed some interest in Maca.

Haha, thank you for your support, my dear little reader. Xenophilius nodded happily, looking very happy.

Seeing this, Maca immediately used his specialty of climbing on poles, smiled all over his face, and chatted with Xenophilius with an excited expression, as if he was really a loyal reader of the magazine.

Believe me, it's not difficult, as long as Xenophilius talks about the horned snorkel, and then he echoes it from time to time, it's enough to keep the conversation going.

Three figures, one big, two small, gradually drifted away on the road, and laughter continued on the way. The strike-up was obviously very successful.

In the end, it was no surprise that Maca was invited to the Lovegood's house, and planned to live there for a while. This is only because he coincidentally and inadvertently revealed that he will be admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on September 1 this year.

If there is no accident, Luna will enter school in another year, and Maca will naturally become her senior.

Next year, I will trouble you to take care of your junior, Mr. Maca. Xenophilius stroked Luna's hair, grinning and said, Come on! It seems that today's dinner can be compared with It’s usually richer, and we want to welcome your seniors in advance!”

I have to say that from this very sumptuous dinner, it can be seen that the Lovegood family's financial situation does not seem to be very good. But this is not too important to Maca, he is not a person who likes extravagance. For him, poverty and hunger were the norm in his childhood.

Not to mention, on the small dining table in front of me, there are many ingredients that Maca has never seen before. Although some of them are a bit strange in shape, they have a special flavor, and the portions are very generous.

Maca especially likes the soup made from a kind of aquatic creature called big mouth colorful ball fish. It is indeed a very delicious delicacy. Of course, their meat is not very good. It is estimated that they have exercised too much, which makes the meat too old, and it also has a strange earthy smell.

Are you full, child? Seeing Maca put down the spoon in his hand, Xenophilius couldn't help asking, Maybe, how about you also have a cup of Goldigan tea?

Oh, no thanks, I think I've eaten too much. Maka rubbed her chubby belly and said shyly, You don't mind if I go out for a walk?

Of course, you can ask Luna to accompany you around, it's safe here, and the air is great. Xenophilius shrugged, And I'm afraid I have to make some preparations for tomorrow's work , you know, writing manuscripts or something.

Luna, I wonder if I can invite you for a walk together? Maka turned her head and looked at the girl who was dazed aside.

Huh? Luna turned her head when she heard the sound, What? Oh, of course, we can continue talking about other magical creatures...

Yes, yes, I think it is a good choice to talk about unicorns. It is said that they are also very famous among Muggles. Maca stood up with a smile, put on his coat, and then pulled away the unicorn not far behind him. door.

Everything else here is good, but the room is a bit too crowded, which reminds him of the small attic where he lived for three years.

The evening air was still familiar, but it was much cleaner here than Taymer Lane in Torpoint, since Lovegood's house was built on a hillside.

The wide field of vision and the sky full of stars made Maca's eyes blurred, probably Luna's character has something to do with this living environment!

“It’s beautiful here and there’s a sense of freedom.”

Here, there is no obstacle to block your footsteps, and Maca walks forward according to the feeling, and casts his eyes on the endless night sky.

Luna, who was talking to herself about mistletoe and hooks, stopped talking abnormally after hearing this sentence, stared at Maca, and then looked at the starry sky among.

Look, Luna, there is a smell of freedom here, do you smell it? Luna said softly, the confusion in her tone seemed to be more than usual.

What? Maka was stunned for a moment, then blinked as if remembering something, Oh, yes, did your mother say that?

Mom likes this place too. She often takes me out to look at the stars when she is resting. Luna nodded, and she couldn't tell anything from her expression, but certain things obviously couldn't be so easily let go .

Maca nodded, he vaguely remembered that Luna's mother had passed away, perhaps not too long ago. Of course, he also thought of his mother, in this life and in the previous life.

It is said that the positions and trajectories of the stars can be used as the basis for prophecy, and those centaurs seem to be very good at this.

Taking Maca himself as an example, he believes that at such a time, it is the most correct choice to avoid it lightly, rather than say a routine such as I am very sorry about this or I am sorry. But Luna is obviously not that ordinary girl.

But my mother passed away, just last year, because of a spell that made a big mistake. Luna didn't take up the topic Maka handed over, but continued talking on her own.

It was really scary and I've been sad about it. But I can't worry Dad, I think he might be sadder than me, so I can't cry.

Hearing the girl's murmurs getting lower and lower, Maca touched the envelope that he had kept in his coat pocket all this time, and a thought flashed through his head that made him raise his brows involuntarily.

My mother passed away too. I think I kind of understand what you're saying, but I'm thinking that maybe it doesn't mean we can never see my mother again. Maca thought for a while, then continued , The principle of magic has always been vague, if we can study it more thoroughly...

Luna finally had some normal expression on her face, but that probably wasn't a surprise at the idea.

Once you make a mistake, it will become very dangerous. Luna's voice was still very soft, but the trance in it was swept away.

Uh, I think you're right. Maca rubbed her forehead in embarrassment.

Luna stared at Maca for a while, but smiled a little. She pursed her lips and added softly: But this is indeed a way.

Although the night breeze was refreshing, it was still a bit cold after all. Maca shrank back and wrapped her coat tightly. He waved to Luna, beckoning her to go back to the house together, then turned first and walked towards the house built like a chess piece. Luna stood behind, looked at Maca's back, and then pursed her lips.

Wisdom is the greatest wealth of human beings. Luna's words were as low as talking to herself.