Chapter 517 The Growth of a Girl

Maca spent the rest of the Christmas holidays in the ward. Although he also wanted to go shopping with everyone before returning to school, but under the unanimous request of everyone, he had to stay on the hospital bed honestly and count the remaining days with his fingers .

Fortunately, except for Hermione and the three of them who would come here every day, Luna didn't go anywhere this time, and she always accompanied him quietly by the window. You know, for this seemingly demure girl, she is not as comfortable as everyone imagined, and wandering around is her favorite thing to do.

At any rate, during this quiet period, the day came at last for him to leave St. Mungo's. And this day is also the homecoming day of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Early in the morning, Maca walked out of the gate of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, found a place where no one was around, used the portkey, and appeared on the hillside in front of Lovegood's house in a blink of an eye. .

Yesterday evening, he had already gone through the formalities of leaving the hospital, and Luna returned to her home before dinner as in the past few days. Maybe she still wants to go to St. Mungo to pick her up today, but Maca thinks that seems unnecessary.

The weather has been good recently, but the winter in the UK always starts to dawn very late. Maca got up early today, and the sky is still drowsy before dawn. But probably because today is special, Luna seems to have woken up in order not to be late when she arrives at Hogwarts.

Maca walked in the snow, and the snow creaked when he stepped on it. As he breathed the cold air, he looked up to the Lovegood family's unique "chess piece-shaped" hut, with orange fires and lights in the windows.

Winter is the season of biological dormancy, and the cold night seems to freeze even the sound, making it extraordinarily quiet. Occasionally, one or two gusts of wind blow from a distance, and only a few faint rustling sounds can be heard.

The closer you are to the house, the more you can hear the sound coming from the house. There are footsteps that seem to be busy, and there are rustling objects rubbing against each other, and even mixed with the crackling of firewood in the fireplace. Only occasionally, people's voices could be heard intertwined, and Luna and Xenophilius, the father and daughter who had always been harmonious, seemed to be arguing about something rare.

"... darling, I have to say, you should take these socks. Everything else in Ravenclaw Tower is great - especially the separate library, but the only bad thing about it is that it's too cold .Trust me, put on these thick wool socks!"

"No, I don't think so, Dad. I'd rather take my new notebook, which will allow me to jot down more things about Fantastic Beasts, than an extra pair of socks."

"But, my dear . . . even if you don't put these socks in, you won't be able to stuff a new notebook in."

"Then take off another pair of socks..."

"Oh! My child, you must not do this, your poor feet will be frostbitten!"

Maca stood in front of the door, listening to the conversation coming from the room, he shook his head amusedly and helplessly. He stopped listening and reached out and knocked on the wooden door.

"Oh - it must be Maca, he can't wait to come over first." Luna's voice is still soft and sweet, as if speaking against your ear, with a mysterious intimacy.

After a while, with the sound of footsteps approaching from behind the door, the door creaked open.

"Good morning, Mr. Lovegood." Maca greeted politely.

"Oh, it's really Maca——" Xenophilius patted him on the shoulder happily, "Why did you come here? Luna told me yesterday morning, we plan to go there in a while St. Mungo's for you. Quick! Come in! Let's have breakfast!"

Maca smiled and said "no need to answer", and followed him inside, closing the wooden door behind him. But just as they walked inside, Xenophilius rushed towards the spiral staircase as if he had discovered something important.

"...don't...don't take any more out, dear. But don't forget, you still have to wear clothes to class, and you won't have to wear any more!"

The living room and kitchen are only that big, and Maca has already seen the situation clearly from the side. He had given Luna a suitcase with a traceless stretching spell in the past, but this filial little girl had given it to her father some time ago. Now she has returned to her original suitcase, and every time she goes home or goes back to school, she has to think about how much she should pack.

"So, let me add a few stretching spells to your box!" He couldn't help but say.

In fact, he had already mentioned this proposal once, but for some reason, Luna did not accept his kindness last time. Seeing that she was struggling with a notebook and even a pair of wool socks now, she couldn't help but put forward this suggestion again.

Luna, who was sitting on the stool by the stairs looking through the suitcase, shook her head without even thinking about it. She even slammed the box shut when she spotted Maca walking towards her.

"No, there's no need for Maca." Her tone was still a little tranced, but her face showed a rare seriousness, "I've already packed it..."

Does this girl not want me to see her clothes? real or fake? Could it be that the little girl who was pure white and innocent, and even spoke with an ethereal aura, has also begun to grow up?

The closer you are, the more difficult it is to judge a person's changes and growth. It has been nearly five years since the day he met Luna.

For an adult, these five years may not be as long as imagined; but when these five years belong to a thriving child, the changes will actually be huge.

It wasn't until this moment that Maca watched Luna wake up - the little girl who shone with hazy gold in the cemetery had grown taller unknowingly, and seemed to have become more feminine the flavor. Even her dress taste, which has always been incomprehensible, is slowly moving closer to chic but unique, at least not as weird as it was at first.

Well, probably the only thing that hasn't changed is her long pale blond hair. The slightly curly hair was pushed back by her against her cheek, and hung down her back all the way to her waist, with a soft luster.

"Then put all the books you want to bring here with me! Those things are very heavy, and you can find me if you can't get them when you get to school."

Oh! And those eyes, Luna's gray eyes are still a little hazy, even when she is talking to you, she may not always look at you. Sometimes you have to really think about whether she's talking to you or something else she can't see.

Just like now, the two of them are obviously talking, but Luna's eyes are falling on the sleeve of Maca's robe. Maybe she is still wondering if there is a Nixiu hidden inside!

However, after reading it for a short time, she lowered her head and took out several stacks of books of different sizes from the box. It seems that she accepted Maca's previous proposal.

Seeing that his daughter was finally able to bring more clothes and thick socks to school, Xenophilius couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

To be honest, the suitcase with the No Trace Stretching Charm worked well, but no matter how good it worked, he couldn't be happier than his daughter being able to relax a little bit. If Maca didn't come, he would have to try to get the suitcase back to Luna again.

"Next time when giving gifts, give more suitcases!" Maca thought helplessly, "Only when giving gifts during the holidays can the father and daughter accept them smoothly."

To be honest, he had given away a useless toy with great interest before, but now he felt a little regretful.

After Luna packed her luggage, the three of them enjoyed a strange and rich breakfast together by the warm fire, and then Maca brought Luna to the main entrance of Hogwarts together forward.

During the few days when Maca was lying on the hospital bed, Hogwarts Castle, which was supposed to be quite deserted during the holiday, became quite busy. He was busy running around because of the death of the two big devils.

And because of this, the professors at Hogwarts—especially Professor McGonagall—suddenly had a lot of school affairs to deal with one by one, and the reception of guests became a daily schedule. Extra work.

In fact, if someone hadn't blocked most of the affairs for him, maybe even if Maca hid in St. Mungo's, he might not be able to escape those mundane affairs that belonged to him.

There were two wizards helping him, one was naturally Professor McGonagall who wanted him to take good care of his body, and the other was Horace Slughorn, a vain old man who hadn't officially taken office yet. Son.

For dangers, this short and fat old man would generally keep a respectful distance; but for things that could help him accumulate fame and expand his social circle, he seemed to be able to smell things, and he came up with them faster than anyone else.

It's just that when Maca and Luna came to the school gate, they found that the lively scene they had expected was not there. Even if they came earlier, the little wizards returning to school haven't come yet, but what about the Ministry of Magic, or some other guests? It stands to reason that those guys don't care if it's just dawn.

The two of them walked not far before they saw a tall figure standing beside the gate, looking towards them with a smile.

"Hagrid?" Maca led Luna into a two-step trot and came to her side, "Why are you standing here? Are you welcoming the returning students?"

"Yeah!" Hagrid nodded happily, "Besides, the centaurs are planning to start moving today—Professor McGonagall helped them find a good place, and the Ministry of Magic has also passed the approval—this is It's a big event, I have to watch it!"