Chapter 518

Marca spent the rest of the Christmas holiday in the ward. Although he also wanted to go shopping with everyone before returning to school, but at the unanimous request of everyone, he had to stay in the hospital bed honestly and count the remaining days with his fingers.

Fortunately, Luna didn't go anywhere this time except Hermione and the three of them came every day. She had been quietly with him by the window. You know, for this seemingly quiet girl, in fact, she is not as sedentary as everyone imagined. Wandering around is her favorite thing to do.

Anyway, in this quiet day, the day when he left San Mungo finally came. This day is also the return day of Hogwarts magic school.

Early in the morning, Maka walked out of the gate of St. Mungo's magic injury hospital, found an empty place, used the door key, and suddenly appeared on the hillside in front of Lovegood's house.

He had gone through the formalities for leaving the hospital yesterday evening, and Luna returned to her home before dinner as in the past few days. Maybe she wants to pick her up in San Mungo today, but Marca doesn't think it's necessary.

The weather is good recently, but the winter in Britain always starts to dawn very late. Maka got up early today, which is still in the dusk before dawn. But probably because today is special, Luna seems to have got up in order not to be late when she arrived at Hogwarts.

Marca walked in the snow, crunching the snow. Breathing the cold air, he looked up to the unique "chess shaped" hut of Lovegood's house. The orange fire and light were already in the window.

Winter is the season of biological dormancy. It seems that even the sound is frozen in the cold night, which is particularly silent. Occasionally, a gust or two of wind blew from a distance, and then a few rustling sounds came faintly.

The closer you are to the house, the more you can hear the sound from the house. There was the sound of busy footsteps, the friction of objects, and even the crackling of firewood in the fireplace. Only occasionally, we can hear voices crisscrossing. Luna and shenofilius, who have always been harmonious, seem to be struggling for something.

"... honey, I have to say, you should take these socks. Everything else in Ravenclaw tower is great - especially the independent library, but the only bad thing there is that it's too cold. Trust me, take these thick woolen socks!"

"No, I don't think so, Dad. I'd rather take my new notebook with me than put an extra pair of socks. It allows me to write down more about magical animals."

"But, honey... Even if you don't put these socks in, you can't put in a new notebook."

"Then take off another pair of socks..."

"Oh, my child, don't do that. Your poor feet will be frozen!"

Maka stood in front of the door and listened to the conversation from the room. She shook her head with some laughter and some helplessness. He stopped listening and knocked on the wooden door.

"Oh - it must be Marca. He can't wait to come first." Luna's voice is still soft and sweet, as if she was talking close to your ear, with a mysterious intimacy.

After a while, with a sound of footsteps approaching behind the door, the door was opened with a squeak.

"Good morning, Mr. Lovegood." Marca said hello politely.

"Oh, it's really Marca -" shanofilius patted him on the shoulder happily. "Why are you here now? Luna told me yesterday morning that we're going to pick you up in San Mungo in a little while. Come on! Come in! Have breakfast together!"

Maka smiled and said "don't answer", followed him inside and took the wooden door behind her. But they had just come inside, but shenofilius rushed to the spiral staircase as if he had found something great.

"... don't... don't take it out, honey. Don't forget, you still have to wear clothes to class. If you take off some more, you won't have to wear them!"

The living room and kitchen were just a little bigger, and Maka had already seen the situation from one side. He used to give Luna a suitcase with a traceless stretch spell, but the filial little girl had passed it on to her father some time ago. Now she has used her original suitcase again. Every time she goes home or back to school, she has to think about how many things to put.

"So let me add some stretching spells to your box!" he couldn't help saying.

In fact, he had already mentioned this proposal once, but I don't know why Luna didn't accept his kindness last time. Now seeing her struggling for a notebook and even a pair of woolen socks, she can't help but put forward this suggestion again.

Luna, who was sitting on the stool by the stairs and looking through the suitcase, shook her head without thinking about it. When she found Maka coming towards her, she even closed the box.

"No, no, Marca." her tone was still in a trance, but her face was very serious, "I've packed it up..."

Doesn't this girl want me to see her clothes? Really? At the beginning, the little girl who was pure white without dirt and spoke with some ethereal breath, has she begun to grow up?

The closer you are, the more difficult it is to judge a person's change and growth. It has been nearly five years since he met Luna.

These five years, for an adult, may not be as long as expected; But when these five years belong to a thriving child, the change will actually be very huge.

It was not until this moment that Maka saw Luna wake up - the little girl shining hazy gold in the cemetery had grown taller unconsciously, and seemed to have become more feminine. Even her always incomprehensible dress taste is slowly moving closer to chic but unique, at least not as strange as at first.

Well, probably the only thing that hasn't changed is her long blonde hair. The curly hair was stroked behind her close to her cheek, and hung all the way along her back over her waist, with a soft luster.

"Then put all the books you want to bring with me! Those things are very heavy. You can't get them from me until you get to school."

oh There are those eyes. Luna's gray eyes are still a little hazy. Even when she is talking to you, she may not always look at you. Sometimes you have to think about it and see if she is talking to you or something else she can't see.

Just like now, they are talking, but Luna's eyes are falling on Marca's robe sleeve. Maybe she's still wondering if there's a sniffer in it!

However, after reading it for a while, she lowered her head and took out several stacks of books of different sizes from the box. It seems that she accepted Maka's previous proposal.

Seeing that his daughter could finally bring more clothes and thick socks to school, shenofilius couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Seriously, the suitcase with the traceless stretching spell is really easy to use, but no matter how easy it is, it doesn't make him happier than his daughter's ease. If Marca doesn't come, he must find another way to return the suitcase to Luna.

"The next time you give gifts, give more suitcases!" Marca thought helplessly. "Only when you give gifts on holidays can you smoothly let the father and daughter accept them."

To tell the truth, he was so happy to send a useless thing, but now he feels so regretful.

After Luna packed up, the three enjoyed a strange and rich breakfast with a warm fire. Maka took Luna to the front door of Hogwarts.

In the past few days when Maka was lying in the hospital bed, Hogwarts castle, which should have been quite deserted during the holiday, became quite busy. All kinds of people were coming and going, busy for the death of Voldemort and greenward.

Because of this, Hogwarts professors - especially Professor McGonagall - suddenly had a lot more school affairs to deal with one by one, and receiving guests' visits became an extra work that must be included in the agenda every day.

In fact, if someone hadn't blocked most of his affairs for him, Marca might not be able to escape his worldly affairs even if she hid in San mango.

There were two wizards to help him. One was Professor McGonagall, who wanted him to take good care of his body, while the other was the vain old man Horace Slughorn, who had not officially taken office.

The pudgy old man would generally stay away from danger; But he seems to be able to smell things that can help him accumulate fame and expand his social circle, and he can get together faster than anyone else.

Just now, when Maka and Luna came to the school gate, they found that the excitement they had expected was not there. Even if they came earlier, the little wizards who returned to school haven't come yet, but what about the Ministry of magic or some other guests? Normally, those guys don't care if it's just getting light.

Not long after they walked forward, they saw a tall figure standing next to the gate and looked at them with a smile.

"Hagrid?" Marca trotted two steps with Luna and came to the other side. "How do you stand here? Welcome the students back to school?"

"Yes!" Hagrid nodded happily. "Besides, the horse people are going to start moving today - Professor McGonagall helped them find a good place, and the Ministry of magic has passed the approval - it's a big event. I have to watch it!"