Chapter 467

On Christmas Eve, Maka couldn't go anywhere after all. He talked with Mr. scarmand and others in the auditorium until late at night and told them everything he knew about Zoe.

For Zoe's relatives, it was undoubtedly a sad reality, so Maka described the girl as bright and upright as possible to comfort the pain of white haired people sending black haired people.

Sometimes, lies are undoubtedly more soothing than the truth.

The next day, Christmas day, Marca woke up from the inner bedroom of her office. He hurried through his personal hygiene and left Hogwarts Castle again.

You can not go to Lovegood's house yesterday, because Maka thinks it may be necessary to leave some space for the father and daughter who have been reunited for a long time. But today, he has to go.

For Mr. Lovegood's Christmas gifts, he had arranged for the owl to send them regularly. Presumably, the owl was already pecking at one of Lovegood's windows.

But for Luna's Christmas gift, he decided to hand deliver it to each other.

This gift is special and quite... Well, it's expensive! But unfortunately, the function of this thing is still very limited. It can only be regarded as a toy carefully prepared by Maka.

With a heart, Maka rushed to Lovegood's house with a rare light smile on her face.

God knows how long he hasn't laughed so naturally?

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Last night's heavy snow had stopped, and Maka came all the way. Her eyes were full of frost white. On the hillside near the village of otry St. Catchpole, around the house like a chess piece of the Lovegood family, it was also covered with thick snow.

He jumped down the magic book in front of the house, stepped on the creaking snow, came to the door of Lovegood's house, and stretched out his hand to knock.

I thought it would take several more knocks to open the door. After all, it's only seven o'clock in the morning. In British winter, the sky has just been lit by the sun. Unexpectedly, after three knocks, the door was opened from inside.

"Oh! Good morning, Mr. Lovegood." Marca said happily. "Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas, Marca." Luna's father smiled when he saw that it was Marca. "Come here so early? Come on, come in... Have you eaten breakfast? If you don't mind, have some together! I'm going to make it!"

"That's great," Marca hurriedly said. "I came out early today. I really haven't had time to fill my stomach!"

Under the warm welcome of shenofilius, Marca was carried into the room with her shoulders hooked. He took a familiar seat at the table and looked around a little.

There's still no change here. It's good for workaholics like shenofilius to take care of their daughter safely. It's naturally difficult to pay attention to the furnishings of the family.

Moreover, although Maka occasionally helps shanofilius to fill in manuscripts such as exclusive news, the Lovegood family always has no surplus by relying on the magazine sing the opposite tune, which has not been selling well.

Maybe after the further development of the relationship between Maka and Luna in the future, he can honestly supplement the Lovegood family, which will make shanofilius and Luna live a better life.

But at least, now is not the time.

Although Luna's father is quite easygoing, the more people with this character, the more they will have a clear bottom line. If he is careless and helps, he will probably become a fool.

"Mr. Lovegood, where's Luna?" Marca said, sitting at the table and facing the kitchen behind her. "Hasn't she got up yet?"

"Got up, just got up!" shenofilius waved his wand to make breakfast without looking back. "She said last night that she would get up early today to open gifts - should it be in the bedroom now?"

"May I go and have a look?" said Marca, glancing again at the middle stairs.

"Of course, I think she'll be happy for your arrival. You can call her down for breakfast!" replied shenofilius. "Oh, by the way! Thank you for your Christmas gift - the new formula of godigan tea. It's great!"

"You're welcome. The Christmas special of singing the opposite tune you gave me is also great. I'll watch it several times!" Marca smiled and then raised her legs and walked upstairs.

The second floor is shenofilius's bedroom and workshop, and the third floor is Luna's bedroom. When Maka climbed the spiral stairs to the third floor, the first thing he saw was not Luna, but a portrait hung on the ceiling.

It was a portrait surrounded by a large number of fine "gold chains". A looming figure on the canvas could be vaguely identified, which seemed to be the outline of Maka.

If you look carefully, those "gold chains" on the ceiling around the picture frame are actually composed of small handwriting.

Luna carefully wrote Marca's name thousands of times in golden ink, and it seemed as if she would continue to write.

Maka knows that this is a little trick of combining character magic with magical biology.

The golden ink is made of fetal hair shed by a young unicorn. As long as it is used to write in a circle, it will integrate the writer's pure will into the handwriting bit by bit, and show the image of its writing content in a specific position.

Because the will of each written word is very limited; Therefore, the more simple and straightforward the words are and the more times they are written, the clearer the image can be.

Knowing how difficult it was, Maka felt more and more guilty when she saw this scene.

He cast some magic spells on his name, so the painting, which should have been written a thousand times or so to make his figure appear clearly, still had only a rather vague image after thousands of times.

"Marca?"

Luna was sitting on the edge of the bed with many gifts. When she saw Maka appear by the stairs, she called him happily.

"Luna..." Maka moved her eyes from the small golden handwriting and put it on Luna's face. "Merry Christmas."

He really wants to hold the girl well now, but he can't do that for the time being. His enemies are still rampant, even one more than before. He can't put his beloved in danger so irresponsibly.

He can agree with Luna and Harry to become friends, and even agree with her to join R.A., because although it is also dangerous, it does not need to face the real crisis.

But if he is too close to Luna and exceeds a certain limit, Voldemort and greenward will definitely take action against Luna without hesitation - they really can't do anything about Maka, but can they do anything about Luna?

Afraid of an accident, Maka doesn't want to make any mistakes in such a place.

At the moment when Ravenclaw tower was attacked, he did not hesitate to use the power of rules to completely erase each other, which undoubtedly has this reason.

"Merry Christmas, Marca," said Luna. She leaned down, opened the cabinet by the bed, took out a small gift box and handed it to him. "I knew you would come."

She is still smiling happily, laughing happily, and as always, she is a little confused.

"Really?" Marca quickly reached for it. "Can I open it now?"

"Sure." Luna nodded softly. "I hope you like it."

This gift box is only the size of the a palm of the a hand, and it doesn't weigh much in your hand. Maka looked around. Instead of using magic, she tore the wrapping paper open by herself.

Soon, he saw that in this small gift box, there was a pair of strange looking glasses.

It looks a bit like the old leather goggles worn by Muggle pilots, but the lenses are ground from some kind of lavender crystal ore with low transparency.

"A pair of demon proof glasses," Luna explained to him excitedly, "I found it in Diagon lane. It's hidden in a corner! No one has seen it!"

"Oh, that looks great!"

Maka said, wearing it directly, and his vision suddenly turned purple. Vaguely, he could also see some unknown color dots running around in his field of vision, making it difficult to tell whether it was the funny magic on the lens or whether he could really see something invisible to the naked eye through this lens.

Of course, it was easy to walk with it, and he finally pushed it on his forehead.

"You like it." Luna showed her ethereal and sweet smile.

"Well," Maka nodded, then stretched out her hand, opened the pocket tied around her waist and pulled the mouth of the bag to the largest, "I also have a gift for you. You will like it!"

While talking, he pulled out a big gift box from his pocket with the traceless stretching spell... No, maybe it's not too much to call it a "gift box".

The gift box looks as big as a small suitcase, and look at the way he took it out. It seems that the weight is not light. It needs two hands to hold it.

After he put it on the light blue carpet in Luna's room, he reached out and motioned to Luna.

"Open it and have a look!" Maka rushed into the tunnel with the same interest as Luna just now.

Luna, who was intrigued by Maka's "big" gift, immediately leaned down and opened the gift box. When the box was completely opened and spread on the ground, the contents of the box were displayed in front of Luna.

That thing reflected gorgeous silver light under the sun outside the window.