Chapter 2 : Lovegood Family
The evening sun has a beauty; it falls through the gaps in the clouds, depositing a lazy atmosphere. The intricate tombstones dragged a long, narrow shadow under the yellow sunset, creating a different atmosphere.
Not far from Maca's eyes, a lush tree and a man with messy white hair like cotton candy were standing there holding a little girl. There is no doubt that this is a father and daughter who are scanning the grave. And what Maca noticed just now was the back of the girl with light golden hair and a long waist.
Of course, Maca is not a pedophile; he has no interest in a little girl who looks at least ten years old, although he is now about the same age. It's just this long hair, it emits a layer of halos in the setting sun, and this unique sight is undeniable.
Maca couldn't help but glance at it, but that's all. He paused and immediately looked away, carrying his suitcase and heading for town. He was just a few steps from and he was just about to step out of the grave circle, and he faintly heard the man's voice.
"Luna, let's go back too; it's getting late."
Luna? Light blonde hair? Deep in Maca's mind, a memory flashed across a few words that seemed a bit obscure because of the passage of time.
"There Couldn't be such a coincidence?"
Maca stopped again, staggered in place, and plunged into the bushes beside the road—he wanted to go back and confirm. By the time Maca returned to the graveyard from the woods, Luna's father and she had already left. He deliberately went to the place where the father and stood just now and looked down at the tombstone.
"Pandora Lovegood, it should be right." Maca thought for a moment, then ran towards them. "Finding an active wizard to ask for directions, is obviously good than a blind run. Much better; maybe he can borrow her fireplace! What's the name of that thing? Fly... flu powder? "
"That... Mr. Lovegood, just a moment!"
The father and daughter did not go too fast, or fortunately, they had not left with magic to allow Maca to catch up.
"Um, excuse me, you are ?" Luna's father, Xenophilius, turned his head and asked Maca. He hurried to them, questioning.
"Oh yes." Maca quickly ran to the father and daughter, took advantage of his breath to see her face, and then continued, "I'm a fan of your editor's magazine, you know. Yes, I like the article very much; it adds color to my life."
Maca couldn't even remember the name of the magazine, but this did not affect his use of it as a reason for a conversation.
"Um, a curved-horned beast, yes, a curved-horned beast. I hope you can know that I have always believed in their existence, although I have never been able to find them." Maca tried hard to recall the dusty memories, capture all the shards that could be thought of, and throw them as a bargaining chip to the pair of father and daughter standing in front of him.
"Oh, a companion."
Luna's tone was a little stingy, but her silver-grey eyes stared at Maca's face untwist. It can be seen that she has some interest in Maca.
"Haha, thank you for your support, my dear little reader." Xenophilius nodded happily, looking very happy.
Seeing this, Maka immediately promoted his specialty, piled a smile on his face, and fooled Xenophilius with an excited expression, as if he were a true reader of the magazine.
Believe me, it's not difficult. Just follow the topic of the curved-horned beast and let Xenophilius speak, and then he will keep on adhering from time to time to keep the conversation going.
One big, two small, and three figures drifted away on the road, and the laughter kept on the way. This time, the conversation was very successful.
In the end, Maca was not unexpectedly invited to Lovgood's house and planned to live some days there. This is just because he "just happened" and "not paying attention" revealed that he will be admitted to Hogwarts School of Magic on September 1 this year.
Unsurprisingly, Luna will be enrolled another year, and Maca will logically become her senior.
"I'm going to ask you to take care of my girl next year, Mr. Maca." Xenophilius grinned and patted Luna's hair and said, "Come on! Today's dinner is more abundant, and we want to welcome your seniors in advance!"
I have to say that from this was a "very hearty" dinner, it can be seen that the economic situation of the Lovegood family does not seem to be very good. But this is not too important for Maca; he is not a luxury person. For him, poverty and hunger were the norm in childhood.
Not to mention, on this small table in front of him, there are still many ingredients that Maca has never seen before. Some of them are strange, but they have a flavor and are in a large amount.
What Maca particularly likes is a soup made from aquatic organisms which is indeed a very delicious dish. Of course, their meat is not good. It is estimated that the amount is too large, making the meat too old, and there is a strange smell of earth.
"Are you full, kid?" Xenophilius saw Maca put down the spoon in his hand and could not help asking, "Maybe, how about you also have a cup of Gordian tea?"
"Oh, thank you; I think I ate too much." Maca touched her rolling belly embarrassedly. "Do you mind if I go out for a walk?"
"Certainly, you can let Luna accompany you around. It's safe, and the air is great." Xenophilius shrugged. "I'm afraid I have to prepare for tomorrow's work. You know, write a manuscript or something."
"Luna, I don't know if I can invite you to take a walk." Maca turned her head, looking at the girl who was dozing off.
"Huh?" Luna turned her head and heard, "What? Oh, of course, we can talk about some other amazing creatures."
"Yes, yes, I think talking about unicorns is a good choice. It is said that they are also very famous in Muggles." Maca stood smiling, put on her coat, and pulled away, not far behind the door.
Everything else here is pretty good, but the room is a little too crowded, which reminds him of the small attic where he lived for three years.
The air at night is still so familiar, but the air here is much cleaner than Tamar Alley in Torpoint; after all, the Lovegood House was built on a small hill.
The wide field of vision and the starry sky make Maca's eyes blurry. Probably Luna's personality has something to do with this living environment!
"It's beautiful here, and it feels free."
Here, there are no obstructions that will block your steps. Maca walks with her feelings and sets her eyes on the endless night sky.
Luna, who was talking about the subject of mistletoe and hooks, stopped abnormally after hearing this sentence, stared at Maca, and then put her eyes on the stars.
"Look, there is a taste of freedom here; do you smell it?" Luna said softly, and the perplexity in her tone seemed to be better than usual.
"What?" Maca blinked after hearing the words, and then blinked like he remembered, "Oh yes, did your mother say that?"
"Mom also likes it here; she often pulls me out to watch the stars during the break." Luna nodded, and he couldn't see anything from her expression, but it was impossible to let things go so easily.
Maka nodded. He vaguely remembered that Luna's mother had died, perhaps not too long ago. Of course, he also remembered his mother, as well as from this life.
"It is said that the position and trajectory of the stars can be used as a basis for prophecy, and those horsemen seem to be very good at this."
Taking Maca himself as an example, he believes that at this time, it is the most correct choice to avoid this topic, compared to the phrase "I'm sorry". But Luna is not that ordinary a girl.
"But my mother died just last year, because of a spell and made a big mistake." Luna did not talk over the topic that Maca handed over but continued to speak on her own.
"That's scary. I've been sad about this. But I can't worry, my dad. I think he might be more sad than me, so I can't cry."
Maca listened to the girl whispering lower and lower and touched the envelope that had been stuck in his jacket pocket. An idea flashed in his head, and he could not help raising an eyebrow.
"My mother has also died. I think I understand the feeling you expressed a bit, but I was thinking that this probably doesn't mean we can no longer see our mother." Maca thought for a while and then continued. "The principle of magic has always been vague. If we can study it more thoroughly,
Luna's face finally had some ordinary people's expressions, but I'm afraid that was not a surprise.
"If you make a mistake, it will become very dangerous." Luna's voice was still soft, but the meaning was swept away.
"Eh, I think you're right." Maca rubbed her forehead awkwardly.
Luna stared at Maca again for a moment but smiled slightly. She pursed her lips and softly added, "But there is indeed a way."
The wind is refreshing, but after all, it is still a bit cold. Maca shrinks and wraps his jacket tightly. He waved at Luna, begging her to come back to the house together, and then turned and walked to the house built like a chess piece. Luna stood behind, looking at Maca's back, then pursed her lips.
"Wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind." Luna's words were as low as unspeakable.