Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The evening sun has a sly beauty, it falls through the gaps of the clouds, depositing a lazy atmosphere. The intricate tombstones drag a path of long shadows in the dim sunset to create a different atmosphere.

Not far from the gaze, a man with a marshmallow-like messy white hair, standing next to a lush poplar tree, is holding a little girl standing there. There is no doubt that this is a pair of fathers and daughters who are sweeping the grave.

What Marx noticed just now is the back of the young girl with pale hair and long waist.

Of course, Marx is not a pedophilia. He is not interested in a little girl who looks like she is at the age of ten - although he is now almost the same age. It’s just this long hair, but it’s a layer of shining glow in the sunset. The unique scene is really invisible.

Marx didn't look a lot more, but it was nothing more than that. He paused his foot and immediately removed his gaze and took the suitcase to the town.

Just in the few steps he was about to step out of the tomb, he vaguely heard the man’s voice.

"Luna, let's go back, it's not too late."

Luna? Light golden long hair? In the depths of Marx's mind, the aura flies past a few words that appear awkward because of the passage of time.

"Not so smart?"

Marx stopped again, squatting in place, and plunged into the bushes on the side of the road - he wanted to go back and confirm.

When Marx returned to the cemetery from the woods, Luna's father and daughter had left. He deliberately got together where the two men stood, looking down at the tombstone.

"Pandora Lovegood... Lovegood, it should be right." Marx pondered a bit, then ran off his legs. "Looking for an active wizard to ask for directions, obviously better than myself, maybe still I can borrow the fireplace from her home! What is the name of the toy? Fly... Fly powder?"

"That... Mr. Lovegood, wait a little longer!"

The father and the daughter apparently did not go fast, or, fortunately, they had not left with magic, allowing Marx to catch up.

"Hey, what are you?" Luna's father, Xenophilius, turned back and asked Marx, who was rushing to them, to ask questioningly.

"Oh, yes." Marx quickly ran to the front of the father and the daughter, squeezing his breath in the air, and then continued. "I am a fan of your editor-in-chief, you know." I really like the article inside, which adds color to my life."

In fact, Marx couldn't even remember what the magazine called, but it didn't affect his use of this as a slogan.

"Well... Crumple-Horned Snorkack, yes, Crumple-Horned Snorkack. I hope you know, I have always believed in their existence, although I have never been able to find them." Marx tried to recall the dusty memories, All the sporadic pieces that can be thought of are captured and thrown as a bargaining chip to the father and daughter standing in front of him.

"Hey, a companion."

Luna's tone was awkward, but the silver-gray eyes were staring at Marx's face. It can be seen that she has some interest in Marx.

"haha, thank you for your support, my dear little reader." Xenophilius is happy to be nodded and looks very happy.

When Marx saw it, he immediately carried forward his expertise to climb the pole, piled up a smile, and screamed with excitement and Xenophilius, as if he were really a loyal reader of the magazine.

Believe me, this is not difficult, just follow the topic of Crumple-Horned Snorkack, let Xenophilius say, and then he will reconcile from time to time to make the dialogue go on.

One big, two small and three silhouettes gradually drifted away on the road, and the laughter continued on the way. This time, the conversation was obviously very successful.

Finally, Marx was not surprised to be invited to the Lovegood home and was planning to live for some time. This is only because he "just happened" and "not paying attention" revealed that he will enter the Hogwarts magic house on 9 this year 1.

Without an accident, Luna will be enrolled in another year, and then Marx will become her senior.

"You will have to take care of your junior sister next year, Mr. Marx." Xenophilius touched Luna's hair and opened his mouth and smiled. "Come on! It seems that today's dinner can be more abundant than usual, we Welcome your Senior!"

I have to say that from the "very rich" dinner, it can be seen that the economic situation of Lovegood's family does not seem to be very good. But this is not too important for Marx, he is not a luxury person. For him, poverty and hunger are the norm in childhood.

Not to mention, there are a lot of ingredients on the small dinning table in front of Marx that have never been seen before. Some of them are somewhat grotesque, but the taste is different, and the weight is very good.

What Marx particularly likes is a soup made from a kind of aquatic creature called "Gulping Plimpy", which is indeed a very delicious dish. Of course, their meat is not very good, it is estimated that the amount of exercise is too large, so that the meat is too old, and there is a strange smell of earthworms.

“Is it full?” Xenophilius saw Marx put down the spoon in his hand and couldn’t help asking, “Perhaps, how about a Gurdyroot Infusion?”

"Oh, no, thank you, I think I have eaten too much." Marx touched his round belly and said with embarrassment, "Do you mind if I go out for a walk?"

"Of course, you can let Luna accompany you around, it's safe, and the air is great." Xenophilius shrugged, "I'm afraid I have to prepare for tomorrow's work, you know, write What is the manuscript."

"Luna, don't know if I can invite you to take a walk?" Marx turned his head and looked at the girl who was standing next to her.

“en?” Luna heard the sound and turned his head. “What? Oh, of course, we can continue to talk about other magical creatures...”

"Yes, yes, I think Unicorn is a good choice. It is said that they are also very famous in the muggle." Marx smiled and stood up to put on his coat, then pulled the door not far behind.

Everything else was pretty good here, and the room was a bit too crowded, which reminded him of the little attic that had lived for three years.

The air in the evening is still familiar, but the air here is much cleaner than Torpoint's Temo Lane, after all, the Lovegood home is built on a hillside.

The wide vision and the stars of the sky have made Marx's eyes blurred, and Luna's character is not unrelated to this living environment!

“It’s beautiful here and there is a feeling of freedom.”

Here, without any obstructions blocking your footsteps, Marx walks with his feelings and turns his eyes to the endless night sky.

Luna, who is talking about the topic of mistletoe and hooks, stopped talking after he heard this sentence, stared at Marx and looked at it, then placed his eyes in the sky. .

"Luna, you see, here is the smell of freedom, do you smell it?" Luna said softly, the confusion in his tone seemed to be even worse than usual.

"What?" Marx hearing this. After a moment, I remembered what I was blinking. "Oh, yes, what did your mother say?"

"Mother also likes it here. She often pulls me out to see the stars when she is resting." Luna nodded, she couldn't see anything from her expression, but something is obviously not so easy to let people feel.

Marx nodded, he vaguely remembers that Luna's mother has passed away, perhaps not too long. Of course, he also remembered his own mother, this life, and the last life.

"It is said that the position and trajectory of the stars can be used as a basis for prophecy, and those Centaur seem to be very good at this."

Take Marx itself as an example. He thinks that at this time, it is the most correct choice to lightly avoid it, rather than saying the phrase "I am very sad about this" or "I am sorry". Luna is obviously not the kind of ordinary girl.

"But Mother has passed away, just last year, because a spell made a big mistake." Luna did not take over the topic that Marx handed over, but still said it himself.

"That's really terrifying, I've been saddened by this. But I can't let father worry, I think he may be more sad than me, so I can't cry."

Marx listened to the girl's lower and lower whisper, and touched the envelope that had been shackled in his jacket pocket, and an idea flashed in his head that he could not help but pick a brow.

"My mother has also passed away. I think I understand the feeling you said, but I am thinking, this may not mean that we can no longer see mother." Marx thought about it, then continued. “The principle of magic has always been vague, if we can study it more thoroughly...”

Luna's face finally had some expression of the ordinary person, but I am not surprised by this idea.

"Once you make a mistake, it becomes very dangerous." Luna's voice is still very light, but the ambiguity is swept away.

"Oh, I think you are right." Marx slammed his forehead.

Luna stared at Marx for a moment, but smiled a little. She grinned and gently added: "But this is indeed a way."

Although the night wind was refreshing, it was still a bit cold after all, and Marx shrunk and wrapped the coat tightly. He waved at Luna and greeted her back to the house, then turned to walk to the house that was built like a chess piece. Luna stood behind and looked at Marx's back, then licked her lips.

"Wit beyond measure is a man's greatest treasure." Luna's words are as low as unspeakable.