Chapter 269: Lovegood's Banquet (Modified)

(Author's note: I used the lyrics of "moonsea" according to the needs of the plot. I linked the utensils of Luna's family in the original text together in some original plots later, so I also used some original texts, but less than 3000 words are free words , than the heart)

At this moment, a slightly sad little tune like in a dream sounded in Alan's ears.

Allen lowered his arms embracing the sky and the sea, and looked down. Luna was already sitting on the reef, with her arms around her knees, singing leisurely and carefully.

Seeing this, Allen simply sat down and listened quietly.

Accompanied by the waves, Luna's singing is even more ethereal.

"I call it the Sea of ​​the Moon

that was a cruel dream

On the day of my departure your gravity came unexpectedly

That's a long way to go

...

If you're not even open about your past, then don't open up

We just need to share this starry sky

Diamonds are scattered all over the floor but you can't pick them up

...

on the day i'm leaving

Your gravitational force travels across mountains and rivers

...

And I'll come back to your head

stand in front of the way you will go

lingering in front of your only path

just waiting for you

..."

The waves beat against the rocks, and the wind rustled the leaves.

Allen was amazed. For the first time in so many years, after traveling to this world, he seemed to feel a real peace of mind-in this short period of time, he was no longer disturbed by other secular worlds.

Time seemed to be paused, and Allen simply lay down on some uncomfortable rocks, immersed in such a wonderful feeling and couldn't extricate himself.

However, time flies after all, and they must go back to the banquet.

"This is such a lovely place, isn't it?" Luna said softly, staring at her big protruding eyes.

"Yes, Luna." Allen turned his head and glanced at the vast and deep sea with nostalgia.

In fact, Alan himself didn't know whether it was the sea area or Luna's singing that made him completely relaxed.

Perhaps, both.

"Leaving here will make you uncomfortable, won't it?" Luna's big eyes were fixed on Alan again.

"Yes, what a pity!" Allen sighed and stopped again.

Although he has been going smoothly since his rebirth, there has been no disadvantages, but the Occlumency that is running all the time, the subconscious panic about the unknown world has always existed.

Allen couldn't remember when he had such a feeling of relaxation and joy without thinking about other things after he came to this world.

"Things are always like this in the world." Luna's voice was extremely ethereal, but it was extremely comfortable in Alan's ears.

"You have just found a pleasant place to stay, and there is a voice that tells you to get up and continue on your way, because the rest time has passed." Luna gently fiddled with her long hair that was blown by the wind.

"Do you have to go?" Allen asked Luna softly, as if he was also asking himself.

"It depends on your will, Alan. Your will determines your destiny." Luna looked at Alan with a gentle and serious expression.

For the rest of the trip, the two of them didn't speak, but that kind of spiritual speculation made the distance between the two of them get closer.

Allen and Luna walked through the mountainside, set foot on the path, walked through the courtyard, and returned to Luna's house.

They couldn't believe their eyes when they entered the warm interior.

The furniture was polished and polished, and the vases were filled with fresh flowers.

Most of the rooms have been done to the best of their ability and have been freshened up.

The hall had also been scrubbed, the huge carved wooden clock, and in the center of the room a wrought-iron spiral staircase led upstairs, its steps and balustrades polished to glisten like glass.

"Papa isn't here." Luna stared around.

From the direction of the kitchen, there were crackling and ping-pong-pong sounds.

Luna took Allen and followed the sound.

It was the strangest kitchen Alan had ever seen.

The room is a standard circle, and it feels like being in a giant pepper shaker.

Everything was curved to match the walls: the stove, sink and cupboards, all painted in bright primary colors with flowers, insects and birds.

And Mr. Lovegood, standing in front of the hearth, waving his wand.

His crazy expression seemed to be directing a passionate symphony instead of cooking delicious food.

"Ah, you guys are back! It's getting late, fortunately I have prepared enough ingredients."

Mr. Lovegood jingled all over, and exclaimed cheerfully.

Luna and Allen were then tasked with setting the tableware.

In the dining room, the dishes in the sideboard gleamed.

When the dishes carefully prepared by Mr. Lovegood were placed on the long dining table by the two of them, and all the cups, dishes and utensils were neatly arranged, the room gradually became lively.

While waiting for the banquet, Luna also took Allen to the room on the second floor that seemed to be both a living room and a work room—apparently, those who didn’t come here were cleaned up. The unforgettable labyrinth, piled with things that have been hidden for many centuries, but this room is much smaller, and it is a standard circle. Every surface has stacks of books and papers. Exquisite models of magical animals hang from the ceiling, all flapping their wings or moving their mouths.

An old-fashioned printing press with many cogs turning by magic was half-covered by a piece of cloth, and a few unbound copies of The Quibbler just printed were scattered on the floor.

A large gray corkscrew horn, somewhat resembling that of a unicorn, was attached to the wall and protruded a few feet into the room, and what Alan recognized as what Luna called a crooked snore was actually a It is a B-grade trade item that is more dangerous to keep at home. Poison horn beast horn-it is easy to explode when it touches anything.

And Allen wisely did not argue with the little girl on this matter, but after reminding the other party to be careful, he set his eyes on another strange thing: a stone bust standing on a messy curved cabinet, it is a beautiful but face Harsh witch. She wore a grotesque headdress, with a pair of curved, gold earpieces protruding from either side, a pair of tiny blue wings stuck in the strap of the crown of the headband, and an orange scorpion in the other band on the forehead. Red radishes.

"It's shaped according to Rowena Ravenclaw's head shape, and it fits perfectly." Luna pointed to the earpiece-shaped thing again, "This is the harassment siphon... it can remove all disturbances from the thinker's head." The surrounding area is excluded. This," she pointed to the small wings, "is the aura booster, which can lead to advanced thinking states, and finally," she pointed to the orange radish, "is the airship Lee, which can improve the ability to accept abnormal things. "

At this time, the voice from downstairs rescued Alan who didn't know how to respond. Obviously, the guests attending the banquet arrived one after another.

At this time, the hall was full of voices and a joyous atmosphere. The deep tones of the gentlemen and the bell-like voices of the ladies blended together.

Above all, Mr. Lovegood's loud and joyful voice could be clearly heard, welcoming the wizard and wizard to the house.

While talking, everyone tasted the strange food on the long table.

"Ha, Xenophilius! Your fresh water ball fish are indeed novel and delicious. This special issue of the magazine should sell well. Have you thought about printing it?"

Allen followed the reputation, and saw that the wizard who spoke was a gentleman, with quite white hair, but his eyebrows and beard were still black, which made him look like a noble elder.

"Mr. Eshton, we can do as many copies as you want if you invest the money."

Mr. Lovegood looked eagerly at the handsome wizard.

"Haha, Mr. Lovegood, your food is indeed good, but let's talk about investment later. Today is a banquet, and we won't talk about business."

Mr. Eshton completely forgot that he was the first to propose the reprint.

"He won't invest." Luna whispered in Alan's ear.

Allen looked at her suspiciously.

"He just enjoys the thrill of my dad asking him for help." Luna calmly poured herself and Alan a glass of strangely colored drink.

Allen looked at the frighteningly thick and weird liquid, and asked strangely, "Is this raw gills juice?"

"Concentrated, my favorite." Luna looked at Allen expectantly. This was the first time she shared her favorite drink with her friends.

Looking at Luna's expectant eyes, Allen couldn't bear to refuse, and took a sip.

A cool liquid slipped over the tip of the tongue and flowed into the throat.

A slightly bitter but very sweet taste occupied Alan's throat. It made him feel as if he was on the green grass after the rain, which was extremely comfortable.

"It's a really good drink!" Allen exclaimed, couldn't help taking another sip, and savored it carefully.

When the last guest left the Lovegood house, Mr. Lovegood sank into a leather chair in front of the fire.

It seemed that his brows revealed not only fatigue, but also a trace of sadness.

"Dad, is no one willing to invest?" Luna walked over, knelt down, and leaned her head gently on Dad's arm.

Mr. Lovegood shook his head lowly.

Allen stepped forward gracefully, "Mr. Lovegood, perhaps, I can solve your troubles."