Chapter 25 The Story of a Spell

When Maca came to Lovegood's house, Xenophilius was preparing lunch for the day in the kitchen, and Luna had set up three sets of tableware on the small dining table—Maca had notified They will come by themselves.

Good afternoon, Maca. Luna heard the movement on the other side of the fireplace, but calmly set the dinner plate, then turned around and said calmly.

Well, good morning Luna! Maka looked at the trance-like 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 casually.

Maca sat down on the sofa next to her politely, and nodded with a smile: 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 walked over wiping his hands.

Welcome to spend Christmas here, my little reader. He said happily, Have you read the last few issues? I have written a lot about the horned snorkel, and the readers have responded well!

Oh, yes! That's really great, you can talk to me later. Of course Maca didn't look at it, he didn't have that much time.

Although Xenophilius would ask the owl to bring him a copy every issue, he never missed it once.

Yes yes, of course! But let's have lunch first, it's ready, Xenophilius said, I'll be busy after Christmas, you know, the Quibbler's end-of-year issue— —I prepared a lot of interesting content.”

He sat down Maka at the dining table and filled a bowl full of thick soup for Maka.

...So after Christmas, you can accompany Luna to visit the big Muggle cities for me! He said, I remember you said that you are very familiar with Muggles, I think you are better than me.

Oh, of course! Maca nodded.

That's great! Luna has always wanted to see the Muggle way of life - she always likes the Muggle decorations I bought for her. Xenophilius looked at his daughter, There was a gleam of love in his eyes.

Luna turned her head and showed Maca the sweet cherry earrings hanging on her ears. At this time, she was wearing a hazy smile, her big eyes were flickering, and she looked really happy.

Lunch was still going on, Maca chatted and laughed leisurely with the father and daughter in front of him, while intermittently thinking about the dividing line between Muggles and wizards.

In the wizarding world, which is still dominated by pure-blood wizards, the boundaries between wizards and Muggles are still clear. Even with the efforts of many sages, there have been many excellent Muggle wizards in the wizarding world, but the deep-rooted concept of distinction has always been firmly rooted in the hearts of most wizards.

Maca didn't think too much about this, she just wanted to enjoy her peaceful life. He has the consciousness of being an ordinary person, even if he becomes a wizard, he is just an ordinary wizard.

All those complicated and troublesome things should be left to a great wizard like Dumbledore to solve them.

Luna, where should we go first? I think—

Maca put aside the messy things in her mind, and discussed the post-holiday itinerary with Luna with a relaxed expression.

The time at Lovegood's house always passed quickly, which probably has something to do with Luna's personality. The longer I spend with her, the easier it is to be affected by her unrestrained thinking that day, and I feel that the whole world has become ethereal.

When she was with Luna, Maka no longer restrained her sensibility, because it is difficult to find sadness with Luna. The two often laugh so hard because of some interesting little things; they always enjoy the peace silently in a unique and cozy environment.

in a daze,

Christmas Eve has quietly fallen.

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

There are very few stars in recent nights, and most of them are covered by a thin layer of clouds. A round of hazy last quarter moon appears and disappears on the sky wall, spreading silver light all over the hillside.

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

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

What about you? Luna asked. How did you get your name?

Maca laughed, not knowing why, but Luna didn't care at all.

I made it up myself, I've always been called that, Maca said. It's always been.

That's not bad. Luna said, Mom often said that a wizard's name represents a person's life trajectory—where he came from, and where he will go.

Maca stopped laughing when he heard this, and he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. He couldn't even figure it out, what was happiness? Still sad.

Yeah! It represents where we came from, and maybe it will tell us where we are going...

Early the next morning, Lovegood's house was besieged by owls...

A large number of owls of various colors, breeds, and sizes were parked messily on the lawn slope in front of the house, because the roof and window sills had long been filled with other owls—they all came to deliver Christmas gifts to Maca of.

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

When the sleeping Maca was awakened by a series of pecking sounds, Maca rushed out, brought in all the gifts, large and small, and stacked them in the small living room of Luna's house.

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

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

That's right! Open it up and have a look! This is the one that took the longest time among the Christmas presents I gave this year. Maca said cheerfully, Merry Christmas, Luna.

What about my gift? Where is my gift? Xenophilius on the side asked Maca excitedly like a child.

I'll be there soon. The smile on Maca's face became clearer.

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

This is a spell, Maca said, it's the one that went wrong during the experiment, and I've solved it.

Needless to say, the father and daughter present immediately understood—this is the spell that caused Luna to lose his mother and Xenophilius to lose his wife!

The father and daughter looked at each other, and both found that each other's eye sockets were a little moist.

Maca was right, they didn't hate the spell at all - they didn't hate anyone or anything. They have nothing but regret for this spell.

Luna's mother, Pandora Lovegood, was a person who loved experimenting with spells very much. Because of the suddenness of the experiment going wrong, she did not leave a word before she died. And this spell has almost become her only last wish.

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

But she never thought that Luna, who witnessed the whole process at the scene, would keep it firmly in her heart; what's more, Maka even silently recorded the incident based on Luna's casual description of the scene. The spell is found and analyzed.

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

...Thank you, thank you! Xenophilius' voice was visibly trembling.

And Luna was even more drowsy. She walked towards Maca without saying a word, hugged him tightly, and didn't let go for a long time. At the moment when the eyes intersected, Maca keenly noticed that at this moment, Luna was completely out of the usual trance, and her 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. That scene seemed to tell Maca that what he saw just now was just an illusion.

Okay, Luna, come and help me unwrap the presents! Let's see who gave it to me. I don't remember making so many friends! Maca said with a smile.

That night, Xenophilius prepared a large amount of food, including roast meat, roast turkey, gravy and dipping dishes, etc. It was as if he had used all the savings he saved on weekdays for tonight.

Of course, the various special foods of Lovegood's house are even more diverse, and there are all kinds of them, which makes Maca dazzled for a while.

They let go of their stomachs and ate and drank, sometimes cheering happily, sometimes whispering. When the atmosphere reached its peak, Luna, who usually doesn't like dancing very much, even dragged Maka into a dance.

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

At dawn the next day, when the sky was slightly bright, Xenophilius revealed his followers and brought the two of them to the cemetery outside Plymouth.

Maca stood quietly by the side, watching Luna ignite the card full of analytical formulas, and burned it up little by little in front of her mother's tombstone.

It wasn't until this time that Maca learned from Xenophilius that the hometown of Luna's mother, Pandora, was actually in a small Muggle village not far from here.

Maca looked at the little lonely figure crouching in front of the tombstone.

That waterfall-like waist-length pale golden soft long hair once again revealed a layer of beautiful and innocent halo in the rising sun.

Call God for protection.

Maka's heart was touched, he silently watched the girl in front of him, and muttered to himself, a faint silver-white radiance appeared all over his body.