Chapter 792

It's wonderful to have a good sleep in a warm bed with soft pillows, warm quilts and some short plush sheets under the body under the increasingly cool environment outside.

So Luna felt that she had a good life recently.

She is not a girl who is picky about life. As long as she is full, warm and free, she can be said to be extremely happy.

Of course, if she could have a more comfortable life experience, she probably wouldn't refuse.

"... huh?"

There seemed to be a little movement in her ears. Luna turned over in the quilt, then narrowed her eyes and looked into the bedroom - it was still early. Why did several roommates get up?

She vaguely remembers that she gets up on time basically every day. As for those roommates, they usually continue to nest in bed and pretend they haven't woken up yet.

If you pretend to believe yourself sometimes, you may oversleep.

Somehow, the warm quilt in autumn and winter seems to have some irresistible magic, which makes them prefer to stay in class on an empty stomach for a while.

"Oh," Luna said suddenly after being confused for a while, "is it Hogsmeade day?"

Only this special day can break the curse of the quilt at one fell swoop and make those little girls obsessed with the quilt get rid of the vortex of sleep.

Thinking of this, Luna pulled down the quilt that covered her mouth, and then looked up at the opposite wall.

"Five thirty."

Sure enough, it's not time to get up!

After confirming the time, she soon retracted half her face back into the quilt, and a pair of silver gray eyes were covered by slowly drooping eyes again.

Her wake-up time is six o'clock, which is the same every day. Even the Hogsmeade day she also expects will not change her pace of life.

Even in the eyes of other students, except for class, she always wanders around at other times, without regularity.

Not to mention the "rhythm of life".

So, after another half an hour or so, the sound in the bedroom had disappeared. When the clock on the wall finally pointed to "6", within a few minutes, Luna woke up on time.

The habit formed over time has long become natural. Luna hardly has much difference in the time of getting up every day, which has been the case all these years.

After a few seconds of trance, she sat up straight with her bed, and her bedding slipped down with her movements, revealing a COTTON PAJAMA printed with a large number of carrots.

I don't know why, but I saw her sitting in bed for a while, and then suddenly giggled as if she remembered something very interesting.

After laughing for a moment, she suddenly tilted her head and raised her hand.

"We are all Hogwarts!"

With such a cry for no reason, she happily lifted the quilt off the ground and walked unsteadily in the direction of the bathroom.

Yes, it is because of Luna's inexplicable words and deeds that several roommates living in the same bedroom don't like talking to her.

Well, in fact, they are not deliberately isolating Luna - at least not everyone. But even if they want to try to make friends with Luna, they will always be "persuaded" again and again by Luna's trance look and strange words.

The blonde girl with light appearance and erratic personality can't keep up with the rhythm.

Before long, Luna finished washing, carefully changed her clothes in front of the wardrobe, and finally looked at the mirror and turned around a small circle.

Seriously, her dressing taste is appalling.

It's OK to wear school uniforms at ordinary times, but once it's time to wear personal clothes - just look at the matching combination of blue wool clothes and red dot cotton pants. Walking with her is absolutely necessary to have a very strong psychological quality.

"Well, today..."

Luna stared at herself in the mirror and thought about it carefully. Then she hurried back to the bed and took out a red sweet cherry eardrop from the bedside table.

"This is the best."

After that, she gently put the earrings on the earlobes on both sides, and then went straight to the direction of the bedroom door without looking in the mirror.

It can be seen from this girl's tossing and turning when she gets up. Her strange dress is purely because her aesthetic standards are different from ordinary people.

The sentence "beauty is a girl's nature" is still applicable to her.

……

The weather is not good today. Not only is it windy, but the clouds in the air are still a little low. Look at that. I'm afraid it's going to rain a lot today!

However, the weather has been like this recently. Except for complaining, the students have basically ignored it at other times.

Luna came down the spiral stairs of Ravenclaw tower, stood a little in the hall, and couldn't help looking out at the gate of the castle for a while.

She likes to look at the sky in a daze. Whether it's sunny or cloudy, it will make her feel different.

Of course, she can't tell what the "taste" is. Because for her, it was only a vague feeling and understanding, an unexpected and simple enjoyment.

Just as Luna looked at the sky leisurely and her eyes gradually showed an emptiness, a voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"Luna?"

She heard the familiar voice and soon realized who was talking.

In fact, when she is in this "trance mode", it is generally difficult to understand who is talking to her at the first time. Even sometimes, she can't help ignoring the noise around her.

But now, there was only one voice that she had never ignored.

"Maka?" Luna heard the sound and immediately turned around, with a faint smile on her mouth, "Oh... Good morning?"

"Well, good morning," Marca nodded slightly in front of her. "Isn't today Hogsmeade day? Why don't you go to the auditorium to fill your stomach, and then go to Hogsmeade as early as possible? I'm afraid it will rain later!"

"Yes... It will rain!" Luna glanced back at the sky, a vast expanse of white. "I'm going to have breakfast... Oh, do you want to go together this time? You can help me choose the best feather pen..."

Looking at Maka's expression, she seemed quite moved.

These days, he is busy with all kinds of necessary magic research every day. From the bewitching monument, the swallowing mirror, to the depth of the soul rule rune, to the comet flying to the sun in the sky... He has a lot to deal with.

Therefore, even Marca, who can stand loneliness, is a little worried about going shopping.

Unfortunately, today he did want to go to Hogsmeade village, but he couldn't go with Luna.

"I'm sorry, Luna." Marca said regretfully, "I really want to go, but I have some things to be busy... So I can only wish you a good time."

When Luna heard the speech, she first stared at Maka's face, but then suddenly stretched out a white finger and gently rubbed it in Maka's eyebrows.

"Wise people always share their responsibilities with others, while fools always accumulate their responsibilities on themselves..." she asked softly, "Maka, do you like to be a 'fool'?"

The girl began to talk about such mysterious words again.

"Yes," said Marca with a smile, "you know, I can't be a 'wise man'."

Hearing Maka's answer so easily and decisively, Luna immediately laughed.

"If you like..." she nodded slightly, then waved her hand to Marca. "I hope there's cranberry sauce this morning. I've been waiting for it for several mornings."

After saying goodbye to Maka in a hurry, Luna walked slowly to the Ravenclaw table as usual and soon entered the state of wholeheartedly enjoying breakfast.

Not far behind her, Hermione and others on the Gryffindor table had just sat down.

"Harry, when you come back later, remember to lend me your homework."

"Oh, of course, no problem."

Ron felt that Harry's homework had become better and better recently. There was almost nothing wrong with the homework in several subjects he was good at.

If it weren't for some bad courses, such as the history of magic, the efficiency of homework and the accuracy of professor's correction would soon catch up with Hermione.

Moreover, it is worth mentioning that Harry's performance does not get better at once, but has made remarkable progress every day.

Of course, Harry's progress is all within the normal range. It's not a very eye-catching improvement to the extent of the sixth grade n.e.w.ts course.

"Oh, yes," said Ron, suddenly as if he thought of something. He looked up and said to Hermione opposite. "Shall we go to the Duke of honey first? I heard that the boss has quit some new products!"

However, Hermione, who was reading the Daily Prophet, didn't even put down the newspaper.

"Hmm?" she said faintly, "go yourself! I have other things to do."

Just as Harry's grades suddenly rose, Hermione recently was a little "little" strange. Yes, it's just "small" - at least Ron thinks so.

Or, more accurately, it was a little too cold to him, Ron Weasley.

"Well, what can I do? Is there anything I can do for you?" Ron asked hurriedly. "If so, just say you're welcome - I've always been here!"

All I need is for you to stay away from me at once - this sentence flashed in Hermione's mind. She just wanted to say it, but she always felt something wrong.

"... Prince honey, let it go first. I'm going to the literati house first," Hermione shook her head and subconsciously said, "there's something wrong with my spare feather pen."

At that moment, Harry's eyes flashed across her face.