When Maka came to Lovegood's house, shenofilius was preparing for lunch in the kitchen, while Luna set three sets of tableware on the small table - Maka had informed them that she would come.
"Good afternoon, Marca." Luna heard something moving over the fireplace, but calmly set the plates, and then turned to calm the tunnel.
"Well, good afternoon, Luna!" Maka looked at the trance girl in front of her and felt an indescribable emotion - she really hasn't changed at all.
"I haven't seen you for a while. How are you?" Luna said in a light tone, as if it was not a courtesy greeting, but just a casual remark.
Maka sat down on the nearby sofa impolitely, smiled and nodded: "not bad, how about you?"
"I don't know... Maybe it's OK." she tilted her head, as if she was really thinking about the recent situation.
At this moment, shenofilius came this way, wiping his hands.
"Welcome to spend Christmas here, my little reader." he said happily, "have you read the recent issues? I have written a lot about horned snorers, and the readers have responded well!"
"Oh, yes! That's great. You can talk to me later." of course Marca didn't see it. He didn't have that spare time.
Although shenofilius asked the owl to bring him one in each issue, he never missed it.
"OK, OK, of course! But let's have lunch first. It's ready," said shenofilius. "I'll be busy after Christmas. You know, singing the opposite at the end of the year - I've prepared a lot of interesting content."
He sat makara down at the table and filled Maka with a bowl of thick soup.
"... so after Christmas, please accompany Luna to the big Muggle city for me!" he said. "I remember you said that you are familiar with Muggles, and I think you are better than me."
"Oh, of course!" Maka nodded.
"That's great! Luna always wanted to see the Muggle lifestyle - she always liked the Muggle decorations I bought for her." shenofilius looked at his daughter with a doting light in her eyes.
Luna turned her head and showed Marca the Sweet Cherry Earrings hanging from her ears. At this time, with a hazy smile and big eyes flickering, she looked really happy.
As lunch continued, Maka talked and laughed leisurely with her father and daughter in front of her, thinking intermittently about the boundary between Muggles and wizards.
In the magic world, which is still composed of pure blood wizards, the boundary between wizards and Muggles is still clear. Even with the efforts of many sages, there have been many excellent Muggle wizards in the magic world, but the deep-rooted concept of distinction has always been firmly rooted in the hearts of most wizards.
In this regard, Maka doesn't have many ideas. She just wants to enjoy her quiet life. He has the consciousness of being an ordinary person. Even if he becomes a wizard, he is just an ordinary wizard.
Those complicated and troublesome things should be left to a great wizard like Dumbledore.
"Luna, where shall we go first? I think -"
Maka put aside the messy things in her heart and easily discussed the trip after the festival with Luna.
Time at Lovegood's always passed quickly, which is mostly related to Luna's character. The longer you spend with her, the easier it is to be influenced by her thinking that day, and feel that the whole world has become ethereal.
When she was with Luna, Maka no longer restrained her sensibility, because it was difficult to find sadness here. Two people often laugh because of some interesting little things; We will always enjoy this peace silently in a unique and pleasant environment.
Vaguely, Christmas Eve has come quietly.
Shenofilius was busy in the workshop on the second floor, while Maka and Luna leaned side by side against the outer wall of the house and looked up at the endless night sky like last night.
There are few stars on recent nights. Most of them are covered by a thin cloud. A hazy last quarter moon loomed and appeared on the sky wall, spreading the silver glow all over the hillside.
"Mom gave me her favorite thing as my name." Luna looked up at the moon and smiled quietly, as if she were just talking to something else, not Maka sitting next to her.
Maka nodded, regardless of whether Luna saw it or not.
"And you?" Luna asked. "How did you get your name?"
Maka smiled and couldn't understand why, but Luna didn't care at all.
"I started it myself. That's my name," Marca said. "It's always been."
"That's good," Luna said. "My mother often says that the name of a wizard represents a person's life trajectory - where he comes from and where he will go."
Maka stopped laughing when she heard the speech. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. He couldn't even figure out how happy it was? Still sad.
"Yes! It represents where we come from and may also tell us where to go..."
Early the next morning, Lovegood's house was besieged by owls
A large number of owls of all colors, varieties and sizes parked on the lawn slope in front of the house, because the roof and window edge had long been filled with other owls - they all came to give Maka Christmas gifts.
Maka knew for the first time that she was so popular. Normally, few people would come to talk to him?
When the sleeping Maka was awakened by a series of pecks, Maka hurried out, brought in all the large and small gifts and stacked them in the small living room of Luna's house.
At this time, Luna, who was half asleep and more confused than usual, came out of the room in her red and green checked pajamas.
"Marca, is this a gift you gave me?" she asked vaguely with her eyes half open and a small envelope in her hand.
"Yes! Open it and have a look! This is the longest Christmas gift I have given this year." Maka said happily, "Merry Christmas, Luna."
"What about my gift? What about my gift?" shanofilius asked Marca excitedly like a child.
"Right away." Marca's smile became clearer.
"Well... Well, what's this?" Luna gently tore open the seal of the envelope and pulled out a thin card filled with small letters and symbols.
"This is a mantra," Maka said. "It's the mantra that went wrong in the experiment. I've finished parsing it."
Needless to say, the father and daughter who were present immediately understood that this was the mantra that made Luna lose her mother and shenofilius lose his wife!
Father and daughter looked at each other and found that each other's eyes were a little wet.
Maka is right. They don't hate this spell at all - they don't hate anyone or anything. Their feelings for this mantra are only regret.
Luna's mother, Pandora Lovegood, is a person who loves to experiment with spells. Because of the sudden error of the experiment, she didn't leave a word before she died. And this mantra almost became her only last wish.
When shenofilius buried his dead wife, he buried her test notes with her in the tomb, hoping that this would enable her to continue to do her favorite things in that unknown place.
But I never thought that Luna, who witnessed the whole process at the scene at that time, would keep it firmly in mind; What's more, Maka even found and analyzed the mantra silently based on Luna's casual description of the scene of the incident.
For Luna and her daughter, Marca's Christmas gift is even more precious than anything else.
"... thank you, thank you!" xenophilus's voice was obviously shaking.
And Luna was sleepy. She walked towards Maka without saying a word and hugged him hard. She didn't let go for a long time. At the moment of staggered sight, Maka keenly found that Luna at the moment had completely lost her usual trance, and her big eyes were full of determination.
For a long time, when the two separated, Luna held the thin cardboard in her hand and her expression became hazy again. The scene seemed to tell Marca that what he had just seen was just an illusion.
"Well, Luna, come and help me open the presents! Let's see who gave them. I don't remember making so many friends!" Maka smiled.
That night, shenofilius prepared a lot of food, including roast meat, roast turkey, gravy dip plate and so on. It was like spending all the saved food on tonight.
Of course, there are all kinds of special foods in Lovegood's family, which dazzles Maka.
They opened their stomachs and ate and drank, cheering and whispering happily. At the peak of the atmosphere, Luna, who doesn't like dancing very much, even pulled Maka to dance.
This Christmas dinner with only three people was intertwined with their laughter until late at night
At dawn the next day, when it was just a little bright, xenophilus showed his entourage and took them to the cemetery on the outskirts of Plymouth.
Maka stood quietly and watched Luna ignite the card filled with analytical formulas and burn up in front of her mother's tombstone.
Until then, Maka learned from shenofilius that Luna's mother Pandora's hometown was in a Muggle village not far from here.
Maka looked at the lonely little figure squatting in front of the tombstone.
The waterfall like and waist long light golden soft long hair once again showed a beautiful and pure halo in the rising sun.
"Call God's guard."
Maka's heart touched. He silently stared at the girl in front of him. When he murmured to himself, a light silvery white glow appeared all over his body.