Chapter 269 Lovegood’s Banquet (Modified)

Chapter 267 Lovegood’s Banquet (Modified)

(Author's note: The lyrics of "moonsea" were used according to the needs of the plot. For some of the later original plots, I related the Luna's utensils in the original text, so I also used some of the original text, but less than 3,000 words are free words. , compare heart)

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

Allen lowered his arms that embraced the sky and the sea, and looked down to see that Luna was already sitting on the rock, with her hands around her knees, and she was singing leisurely.

Seeing this, Allen simply sat down and listened quietly.

Amidst the accompaniment of the waves, Luna’s singing became even more ethereal.

"I call it the Moon Sea

That's a cruel dream

On the day I leave, your attraction comes unexpectedly

That's quite a long journey.

…

If you're not even willing to talk openly about the past, then you'd better not open up.

We just need to share this sky full of stars

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

…

On the day I'm leaving

Your gravity comes across mountains and rivers

…

And I will return to your mind

Stand in front of the road you will take

lingering in front of your only road

Just waiting for you

…”

The waves crashed against the rocks and the wind rustled the leaves.

Allen was surprised. For the first time in so many years, he seemed to feel real peace in his heart after traveling to this world - no longer disturbed by other worldly things in this short time.

Time seemed to have been pressed on the pause button, and Allen simply lay down on the somewhat uncomfortable reef, immersed in such a wonderful feeling and unable to extricate himself.

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

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

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

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

Perhaps, both.

"Leaving here will make you uncomfortable, right?" Luna's big eyes stared at Allen again.

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

Although he has been going smoothly since his rebirth, the Occlumency is always running, and the fear of the unknown world in his subconscious has always existed.

Allen couldn't remember when he had such a feeling of relaxation and joy since he came to this world, without having to think about other things at all.

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

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

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

"It depends on your will, Allen. Your will determines your destiny." Luna looked at Allen with an expression that was both gentle and serious.

Neither of them spoke during the rest of the trip, but that kind of spiritual understanding made the distance between the two people get closer and closer.

Alan and Luna walked through the mountainside, onto the trails, through the courtyard, and returned to Luna's home.

When they entered the warm room, they couldn't believe their eyes.

The furniture was polished until it shined, and the vases were filled with flowers.

Most of the rooms have been tidied up to the best of one's ability and given a new look.

The hall had also been scrubbed, with its huge carved wooden clock in the center of the room and a cast-iron spiral staircase leading upstairs, its steps and railings polished until they shone like glass.

"Dad's not here." Luna stared and looked around.

From the direction of the kitchen, the sound of clicking and pinging came.

Luna took Allen and followed the sound.

This was the strangest kitchen Alan had ever seen.

The room is a standard round shape, and it feels like staying in a giant pepper shaker.

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

Mr. Lovegood, on the other hand, stood in front of the stove, waving his wand.

With his crazy expression, it was as if he was not cooking delicious food, but conducting a symphony with passionate melody.

"Ah, you're back! It's getting late. Fortunately, I prepared enough ingredients."

Mr. Lovegood jingled all over and exclaimed happily.

Later, Luna and Alan were assigned to set the tableware.

In the dining room, the plates on the sideboard sparkled.

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

While waiting for the banquet, Luna also took Alan to a room on the second floor that seemed to be both a living room and a studio - obviously it had been tidied up for those who hadn't come here. It was a bit like the room that the Room of Requirement had turned into. The unforgettable maze is filled with things that have been hidden for many centuries, but this room is much smaller and has a standard round shape. There were piles of books and papers on every surface. Exquisite models of magical animals hang from the ceiling, flapping their wings or moving their mouths.

An old-fashioned printing press with many magically rotating gears was half-covered by a piece of cloth, and some unbound copies of the newly printed "The Quibbler" were scattered on the floor.

A huge gray spiral horn, somewhat similar to a unicorn's, was mounted on the wall, extending several feet into the room. Alan recognized that the horn that Luna called a Snorlax was actually a horn. The poison horn is a Class B trading item that would be dangerous to keep at home - it can easily explode when it touches anything.

Allen wisely did not argue with the little girl about this matter. He just reminded the other party to be careful and then set his sights on another strange thing: a stone bust standing on a messy curved cabinet. It was a beautiful but beautiful person. A stern witch. The headdress she wore was extremely weird, with a pair of curved, golden earpiece-like things sticking out from both sides, a pair of sparkling blue little wings inserted into the belt of the headband, and another orange band on her forehead. Red radish.

"That is shaped according to the head shape of Rowena Ravenclaw, and it matches very well." Luna pointed to the earpiece-like thing again, "This is the harassment siphon... It can remove all interference from the thinker's head. The surrounding area is excluded. This," she pointed to the small wings, "is the spiritual light thruster, which can lead to advanced thinking states. Finally," she pointed to the orange radish, "is the airship plume, which can improve the ability to accept abnormal things. "

At this time, the voice coming from downstairs rescued Allen who didn't know how to reply. Apparently the guests attending the banquet arrived one after another.

At this time, the hall was full of people and filled with a happy atmosphere. The gentlemen's deep tones and the ladies' silvery voices blended together.

Above all this could be distinctly heard the loud, cheerful voice of Mr. Lovegood, welcoming witches and wizards to the house.

Everyone was chatting while tasting the exotic delicacies on the long dining table.

"Ha, Xenophilius! These freshwater colorful fish of yours are indeed novel and delicious. The sales of this special issue of the magazine should be very good. Have you thought about printing more?"

Allen looked around and saw that the wizard who was speaking looked like a gentleman. His hair was quite white, but his eyebrows and beard were still black, which made him look like a distinguished elder.

"Mr. Eshton, if you are willing to invest, we can print as many copies as you like."

Mr. Lovegood looked eagerly at the imposing wizard.

"Haha, Mr. Lovegood, your food is indeed good, but we will discuss the investment later. Today is a banquet, and we will not discuss business."

Mr. Eshton had completely forgotten that it was he who had proposed the printing in the first place.

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

Allen looked at her doubtfully.

"He just enjoyed the pleasure of my dad asking him for help." Luna calmly poured herself and Allen a strange-colored drink.

Allen looked at the strange and frighteningly thick liquid and asked strangely: "Is this raw gillweed juice?"

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

Looking into Luna's expectant eyes, Allen couldn't bear to refuse, and UU Reading www.uukｎshu.netｔ took a sip.

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

A slightly bitter yet very sweet taste occupied Allen's throat. It made him feel like he was on the green grass after the rain, very comfortable.

"What a nice drink!" Allen praised, couldn't help but take another sip and taste 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 hint of sadness.

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

Mr. Lovegood shook his head sadly.

Allen walked forward gracefully, "Mr. Lovegood, maybe I can solve your troubles."