Chapter 466 In Luna's Bedroom

The genius remembers the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No advertisements! On Christmas Eve, Maca failed to go to any place after all. He talked with Mr. Scamander and others in the auditorium until late at night, and told them everything he knew about Zoe.

For Zoe's relatives, that is undoubtedly a sad reality, so Maca tried her best to describe the girl as glorious and upright, in order to comfort the pain that the white-haired person sent the black-haired person.

Sometimes, lies are undoubtedly more soothing than the truth.

The next day, Christmas Day, Maca woke up in the inner bedroom of her office. He hurriedly took care of his personal hygiene, and then left Hogwarts Castle again.

Yesterday, I didn’t need to go to Lovegood’s house, because Maca felt that it might be necessary to give some space to the father and daughter who reunited after a long absence. But today, he had to go there.

He had already arranged for an owl to deliver the Christmas present for Mr. Lovegood, and the owl must have been pecking at one of Lovegood's windows right now.

But for the Christmas gift for Luna, he decided to deliver it to Luna himself.

This gift is special, and quite... well, expensive! But it's a pity that the function of this thing is still very limited, and it can only be regarded as a toy carefully prepared by Maca.

With a heart in his heart, Maca rushed to Lovegood's house excitedly, with a rare brisk smile on his face.

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

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The heavy snow last night had stopped, and Maca was covered with frost all the way. On the hillside near the village of Ottery-St. Catchpole, the Lovegood family's chess-like house was also covered with thick snow.

He jumped off the magic book in front of the house, stepped on the creaking snow to the door of Lovegood's house, reached out and knocked.

I thought I would have to knock a few more times before someone would answer the door. After all, it was only seven o'clock in the morning. It was winter in England, and the sky had just been lit by the sun. Unexpectedly, after knocking three times, the door was opened from the inside.

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

"Merry Christmas, Maca." When Luna's father saw it was Maca, he immediately smiled, "Come here so early? Come, come in quickly...Have you had breakfast? If you don't mind, let's go together Eat some! I'm planning to make it!"

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

Under the warm welcome of Xenophilius, Maca was led into the house with his shoulders hooked. He sat down at the dining table familiarly, and looked around for a while.

There is still no change here. For a workaholic like Xenophilius, it is already good enough to take care of his daughter safely. Naturally, it is difficult to pay attention to the furnishings of the home.

Moreover, although Maca would occasionally help Xenophilius with some exclusive news and other supplementary manuscripts, relying on the magazine "The Quibbler", which has not been selling well, the Lovegood family There is always nothing left.

Maybe after the relationship between Maca and Luna develops further in the future, he can justifiably supplement the Lovegood family, which will make life better for Xenophilius and Luna .

But at least, now is not the time.

Although Luna's father is quite easy-going, the more he has this personality, the more he will have a clear bottom line. If he helps out carelessly, it will probably be self-defeating.

"Mr. Lovegood, where's Luna?" Maca sat at the dining table and asked towards the kitchen behind her, "Has she not gotten up yet?"

"Get up, got up just now!" Xenophilius waved his wand to make breakfast without looking back, "She said last night,

Got to get up early today to unwrap presents - should be in the bedroom by now? "

"May I go and have a look?" Maca said, taking another look at the stairs in the middle.

"Of course, I think she'll be delighted to have you here, and you can ask her to come down for breakfast!" Xenophilius replied, "Oh, yes! Thank you for the Christmas present— — a new recipe for Goldigan tea, it's amazing!"

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

The second floor was Xenophilius' bedroom and workshop, while the third floor was Luna's bedroom. When Maca climbed the spiral staircase to 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 "golden chains". On the canvas, a looming figure could be discerned, which seemed to be the outline of Maca.

If you look carefully, those "golden chains" on the ceiling around the picture frame are actually composed of tiny handwriting.

Luna carefully wrote Maca's name thousands of times with golden ink, and it seemed as if she wanted to continue writing.

Maca knew that this was originally a trick of combining the magic of words with the magical biology.

That kind of golden ink is made from the lanugo hair of young unicorns. As long as you use it to write in circles, the pure and flawless will of the writer will be incorporated into the writing bit by bit, and will be placed in a specific position. An image of what it writes appears on it.

Because the will that can be incorporated into each written word is very limited; therefore, the simpler the written word and the more times it is written, the clearer the image will be.

Maca, who knew how difficult it was, felt even more guilty when he saw this scene.

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

"Maca?"

Luna was sitting on the edge of the bed where many presents were piled up, and when she saw Maca appearing by the stairs, she immediately called him cheerfully.

"Luna..." Maca moved his gaze away from the tiny golden writing and put it on Luna's face, "Merry Christmas."

He really wanted to hug this girl right now, but he couldn't do that just yet. His enemies are still rampant, even one more than before, he can't be so irresponsible to get his beloved into danger.

He was able to agree with Luna and Harry to be friends,... because although it was dangerous, it didn't need to face those real crises.

But if he gets too close to Luna, beyond a certain limit, Voldemort and Greenwald will definitely take action against Luna without hesitation - they really can't do anything to Maca, but can they still can't do anything to Luna? ?

Maca is afraid of an eventuality, and doesn't want any mistakes to happen in this kind of place.

At the moment when the Ravenclaw Tower was attacked, he did not hesitate to use the power of the rules to completely obliterate the opponent, and there was no doubt that there was such a reason.

"Merry Christmas, Maca." As Luna said, she bent down and opened the cabinet beside the bed, took out a small gift box from it, and handed it to him, "I knew you would come."

She was still smiling happily, broadly, and, as always, a bit dazed.

"Really?" Maca quickly reached out to take it, "Can I open it now?"

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

This gift box is only the size of a palm, and it doesn't hold much weight in your hand. Maca looked around, and didn't use magic, but tore open the wrapping paper with his own hands.

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

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

"A pair of demon-proof glasses," Luna explained to him enthusiastically, "I found it in Diagon Alley, and it was hidden in a corner! No one saw it!"

"Oh, this looks awesome!"

As Maca said, he put it on directly, and his vision suddenly turned purple. Vaguely, he could still see some unknown colored dots running around in the field of vision, making it hard to tell whether it was the weird magic on the lens, or whether it was really possible to see through this kind of lens that was invisible to the naked eye. s things.

Of course, he stumbled and staggered while wearing it, so he eventually pushed it up to his forehead.

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

"Well," Maca nodded, then stretched out his hand and opened the pocket tied at his waist, and pulled the pocket to the maximum, "I also have a gift for you, and you will definitely like it too!"

While speaking, he "pulled" out a big gift box from the pocket that had been cast with the No Trace Stretch Curse... No, maybe it's not an exaggeration to call it a "gift box".

This gift box looked as big as a small suitcase, and judging by the way he took it out, it seemed to be quite heavy, requiring two hands to hold it.

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

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

Luna, who had been aroused by Maca's "big" gift, immediately bent down and opened the gift box. When the box was completely disassembled and spread out on the ground, the contents of the box were also displayed in front of Luna.

Under the sunshine of the rising sun outside the window, the thing reflected a dazzling silver light.