Chapter 3

That night, Marca slept in shenofilius's workshop.

He built a wooden bed for Maka with the old door board he didn't want. It was covered with two layers of blankets and a quilt as a mattress, and another quilt was covered on her. Although this configuration is a little shabby, it doesn't feel uncomfortable when you actually sleep.

This gave Maka a good sleep.

The next morning, Luna came to wake him up. To tell the truth, Maka is used to sleeping late and getting up late. Now let him change it. It's really hard to change at once.

"Get up quickly, the sun has risen." Luna stretched out her hand and pulled Maka's quilt. Maka nestled in the quilt.

"The sun has risen!" seeing nothing in the quilt, Luna tried to increase her volume.

"The sun won't rise anymore," murmured Maka in a dreamy voice.

Luna stared silently at Marca, who was curled up in the quilt for a while, and then stretched out her hand again - she felt that she could only do that.

But Maka obviously won't react to it.

After waiting a few more minutes, Luna turned and ran down the stairs. She seemed to have a good idea.

After a while, Luna, who had just gone down for a while, ran up again, with a soft basket made of thin vines in her hand. The rattan basket shook slightly in Luna's hand, as if there were many small things moving around in it. It seems that this is why Luna hurried down. The things in it may be very effective to wake Maka up, at least Luna thinks so.

The girl blinked, then carefully lifted a corner of the quilt a little, and then quickly poured everything in the soft basket.

Seeing that all the little things got into the quilt, Luna nodded with satisfaction and tucked in the opened quilt.

After a while, there seemed to be something moving in the quilt. It sounded like someone was humming.

"HMM... hmm?" Maka seemed to wake up, but her voice didn't sound right. It was like she had a cold and had a heavy nasal sound. "Hmm, ah! What? Don't..."

The quilt began to shake restlessly, and even the old door plate, which was used as a bed board on the ground, began to shake.

Sure enough, the hastily built wooden bed was not very strong. Only a loud "clang" was heard, and the whole house trembled with it. Then, Maka struggled to lift the quilt and groaned in pain.

Of course, the nasal sound is still very heavy, which has not been changed by the accident.

The little guys who caused all this are now hanging on Maka's body, especially his face and neck. They hummed happily, crowded on Marca's face, neck, chest and other places, and several put their soft tongues into Marca's nostrils.

"Er... Ah, ah sneeze --!" Maka shook her head and threw away the little things on her face. Then she saw Miss Luna standing aside and watching the rare scene carefully.

"Dandelion," Luna said sleepwalking, pointing to the furry little things on Marca, "they are very close to people and hum when they are happy."

"Moreover, they are easy to feed. They eat everything from leftovers to spiders and mosquitoes. They also like to stick out their tongue upward, get into the nose of sleeping wizards and eat their dry nose excrement."

Maka quickly pinched her nose when she heard the speech, because he noticed that several small things were puffing their slender tongues and were eager to try!

"All right, all right! It's really an effective live alarm clock, so let's put them away!" Marca squeezed her nose, waved it casually with her other hand, and then got up from the ground. "Oh, by the way. Good morning, Luna!"

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Breakfast time passed quickly, or in fact, there was nothing to mention. English food has always been terrible, even in the magic world. Not to mention the economic situation of the Lovegood family has been not very good. The sales volume of the magazine has directly led to the fact that most of its profits will be used as funds for the next issue. There are very few kingaron really used for life.

Luna's father hurried through his breakfast and went out to get materials. Before leaving, he specially asked Luna to go around with Marca. Maka, who was smacking her mouth to think about how to make godigan tea better, didn't listen too carefully.

Luna and her father liked the drink very much, but Maka said it was difficult to accept it. Compared with the colored ball fish soup with the same obvious advantages and disadvantages last night, this godigan tea with the same flavor of Lovegood family will obviously only make people feel pain.

"It's really an impact drink." Maka sighed, leaned back and poured the liquid into her throat. "Well, where are we going?"

Luna looked at the place where her father left and was distracted. After a while, she replied, "I don't know."

Maka tilted her head and asked, "are there any neighbors around here? I mean wizards."

"Well, the nearest is the Fawcett's house," Luna looked back at the window. "Further away is the village of St. Catchpole in otry, where Mr. Weasley and Mr. Digory of the Ministry of Magic have their homes nearby."

Maka nodded and was wondering if she would go to another wizard's house to visit and make a good relationship. Suddenly, she reacted to the name caught in it.

"Weasley?" he looked up at Luna. "Is it... A family of wizards with red hair?"

"Ms. Molly is not." Luna shook her head and said in a trance. "Her hair is brown."

Maka couldn't help laughing at the speech.

"It's really brown," Luna repeated solemnly.

"Okay, okay," Marca smiled more vigorously as she looked at Luna. "Of course, of course. I mean, how about we go to Weasley's house?"

Luna nodded indifferently, as if she didn't care where to go.

"Bang!"

Not long after they cleaned up the dining table and kitchen together, Maka watched Luna disappear into the dirty fireplace with a green flame.

"Well, grab a handful, say the location, and then spread it." Marca muttered as she walked to the fireplace. Suddenly he stopped as if he thought of something.

"By the way, be sure to read it clearly." it seems that he probably remembered Harry's trip to overturned alley.

"The Weasleys." "ho!"

Somehow, Maka produces much more green flame than Luna's. Fortunately, this special magic flame reaction does not have the ability to transmit dead objects. Otherwise, depending on the magic fire pouring into the ceiling, it is estimated that it can move the whole fireplace to Weasley's house.

Luna was talking to Mrs. Weasley when Maka appeared from the Weasley's fireplace.

"Oh! You must be Marca? Miss Lovegood just told me about you." when she saw Marca coming out, Mrs. Weasley immediately turned and said hello, "welcome to our house."

With that, Mrs. Weasley suddenly went over and opened the window. "Fred, George, Ron! Come in, there are two guests!"

When Maka heard the speech, she stretched her neck and took a look. She just saw a big boy with freckles on his face carrying a big mouse with hair removal, followed by a shorter boy.

"Fred, give me back the spots! Percy gave them to me."

"Hey, Ron, wait a minute! I just think it needs some hair tonic."

"Stop making noise! Don't you see any guests? Can you be quiet for a while!" cried Mrs. Weasley at once. "Where's George?"

Fred spread his hand and said, "Mom, I'm George."

"Well, then, where's Fred?" Mrs. Weasley paused.

Suddenly someone pushed both boys away, then stepped in and said, "Hey, mom! I'm George. You've mistaken us again."

Mrs. Weasley immediately changed her face and began a new round of scolding, while Luna laughed like a madman and couldn't stop.

Maka looked at the scene and couldn't help holding her forehead and sighing.

"Sorry, uh... Mr. Maka?" a weak voice suddenly sounded on the other side of the fireplace and not far behind Maka. "There is always noise at home."

When Maka heard the voice, she turned around and found that it was a girl with red hair. She looked younger than other children.

"Ah, it's nothing. I'm just a little not used to too busy scenes." he probably guessed that the girl in front of him must be Ginny, the youngest child of the Weasley family.

Maka looked at her, glanced back at the three boys being preached by Mrs. Weasley, and sighed again. He really couldn't figure out how this same family could educate such extreme and diverse brothers and sisters?

The eldest son, bill, is always rock and roll. Percy is very wild and loves face. The twin brothers are always fond of pranks. Even Ron is always a little inclined to inferiority.

Only the second son Charlie and the youngest Ginny are more like normal people.

Of course, he was not sure whether the memory in his mind was right or not. After all, he really couldn't remember clearly after a long time.

"Thank you anyway. Thank you for your concern, Miss Ginny."

Ginny looked at Marca's smile and felt a little strange. Has anyone mentioned herself to him? At least she hasn't had time to introduce herself.

"Well, well, I'm not all here to meet the guests." Mrs. Weasley finally finished her long scolding and asked her children to come here together.

The cottage was a little quieter, only Luna was still laughing, and embarrassing laughter echoed in the room.