Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When Marx came to Lovegood's home, Xenophilius was preparing for the lunch of the day on the kitchen side, while Luna placed three cutlery on the little dinning table - Marx had informed them that they would come over.

"Good afternoon, Marx." Luna heard the movement on the other side of the fireplace, but did not rush to set the plate, and then turned to calmly.

"Well, good afternoon Luna!" Marx looked at the look of this young girl, and there was a feeling of incomprehensibility - she didn't change at all.

"I haven't seen it for a while, are you okay?" Luna said in a fluttering tone, as if it were not an etiquette greeting, but just casually.

Marx was politely sitting on the sofa next to him, laughing and nodded: "Not bad, what about you?"

"I don't know... maybe it's okay." She looked at her head and seemed to be really thinking about the recent situation.

At this moment, Xenophilius also rubbed his hand and came over here.

"Welcome here for Christmas, my little reader." He was pleased. "Is it in recent issues? I wrote a lot about Crumple-Horned Snorkack, and the readers responded well!"

"Oh, yes! That's great. You can talk to me later." Marx certainly didn't look at it. He had the spare time.

Although Xenophilius will let owl bring him a copy in each issue, he has not missed it once.

"Okay, of course! But let's have lunch first, it's ready." Xenophilius said, "I will be busy after Christmas, you know, "The Quibbler" special issue at the end of the year - I prepared A lot of interesting content."

He took Marx to the dinning table and sat down, giving Marx a bowl full of soup.

"...So after Christmas, you will accompany me to Luna to go to the big city of muggle!" he said, "I remember you said that you are familiar with muggle, I think it is better than me."

"Oh, of course!" Marx nodded.

"That's great! Luna always wanted to see the muggle lifestyle - she always liked the muggle decorations I bought for her." Xenophilius looked at her daughter with her favorite rays of Light.

Luna turned his head and exposed the sweet cherry earrings hanging on his ears to Marx. At this time, with a sly smile, her big eyes flickered and it looked really happy.

The lunch continued, and Marx was laughing and talking with the father and the daughter in front of him, thinking intermittently about the dividing line between the muggle and the wizard.

In the magic circle, which is still dominated by pure blood wizard, the boundaries between wizard and muggle are still distinct. Even with the efforts of many sages, magic circle has appeared many excellent muggle wizards, but the deep-rooted concept of distinction has always been firmly rooted in the hearts of most wizards.

In this regard, Marx does not have much thought, just want to enjoy his quiet life. He has the conscious of being an ordinary person, even if he becomes a wizard, it is just an ordinary wizard.

Those complicated and troublesome things are all left to the great wizard like Dumbledore to solve.

"Luna, where are we going to go first? I think-"

Marx threw a lot of fun in the fun, and easily talked to Luna about the post-departure journey.

The time at Lovegood's home always goes very fast, which is mostly related to Luna's character. The longer she spends with her, the easier it is to be influenced by her day-to-day thinking, and the whole world becomes empty.

When I was with Luna, Marx no longer restrained her sensibility, because it was hard to find sadness in Luna. The two often laugh at the waist because of some interesting little things; they always enjoy the silence silently in a unique and cozy environment.

Between the stupid, Christmas Eve has quietly arrived.

Xenophilius is busy in the second floor work room, Marx and Luna are the same as last night, leaning against the wall of the house looking up at the endless night sky.

There are very few stars in recent nights, most of which are covered by a thin layer of clouds. Under the rim of Xian Yue, it was hidden in the sky, and the silver glow was spilled over the entire hillside.

“Mother gave her the favorite thing to me, as my name.” Luna looked up at the moon and smiled quietly, as if she was just talking to something other than Marx sitting next to her.

Marx ordered nodded, and Luna didn't see it.

“What about you?” Luna asked. “How did your name come?”

Marx smiled and laughed so unclear, but Luna didn't care at all.

"I started it myself, I used to call this name," Marx said. "It’s always been."

"That's not bad," Luna said. "Mother often said that the name of the wizard represents the trajectory of a person's life - where it comes from and where it will go."

Marx hearing this stopped laughing, he wiped the tears in his eyes. He can't even figure it out. Is that happy? Still sad.

"Yes! It represents where it comes from, and perhaps tells us where to go..."

Early the next morning, Lovegood was besieged by owl...

A large number of owls of various coats, varieties, and sizes stopped on the lawn slopes in front of the house, because the roofs and window sills were already filled with other owls—they all came to give Marx a Christmas present. .

Marx knew for the first time that he was so popular. According to the statement, few people would come to talk to him.

When the sleeping Marx was awakened by a series of slams, Marx hurried out and brought in the large and small gifts, stacked in the little living room of Luna's house.

At this time, Luna, who slept half-dream and was more confused than usual, walked out of the room wearing her red and green checkered pyjamas.

"Marx, is this a gift you gave me?" She squinted, holding a small envelope in her hand and asked vaguely.

"Yeah! Let's take a look! This is the Christmas gift I sent this year, the longest time." Marx Lehehe authentic, "Merry Christmas, Luna."

"What about my gift? My gift?" Xenophilius on the side is like a child, and asks Marx happily.

"I will be there soon." The smile on Marx's face was clearer.

"Oh... well, what is this?" Luna gently tore the envelope of the envelope and pulled out a thin card packed with tiny letters and symbols.

"This is a mantra," Marx said. "It's the spell that went wrong during the test. I parsed it."

Needless to say, the father and the daughter present immediately understood - this is the mantra that caused Luna to lose the mother and let Xenophilius lose his wife!

The father and the daughter looked at each other and found that the other's eyes were a little wet.

Marx is right, they don't hate this spell at all - they don't hate anyone or something. They only regret the feelings they have in this mantra.

Luna's mother, Pandora Lovegood, is a person who loves to test spells. Because of the suddenness of the test, she didn't leave a word before she died. And this mantra has almost become her only wish.

When Xenophilius buried her dead wife, he buried her test notes with her in the grave, hoping that she would continue to do what she likes best in that unknown place.

I never thought that Luna, who had witnessed the whole process at the scene, would keep it in his mind; even more unexpectedly, Marx even silently found the mantra by Luna’s casual description of the scene. And the analysis is complete.

For Luna's father and daughter, Marx's Christmas gift is even more precious than anything else.

"...thank you, thank you!" Xenophilius's voice was clearly shaking.

Luna is more sleepy. Her brief remark came to Marx and hugged him hard, and she didn't let go for a long time. At the moment of the line of sight, Marx was keenly aware that Luna at the moment was completely devoid of the usual embarrassment, and that big eyes were full of firmness.

For a long time, when the two separated, Luna held the thin cardboard and his face became stunned again. The scene seemed to tell Marx that what he had just seen was just an illusion.

"Well, Luna, come and help me with the gift! Let us know, who sent it, I don't remember that I made that many friends!" Marx smiled.

That night, Xenophilius prepared a lot of food, barbecue, roast turkey, meat chops, and so on. It was like using all the savings in normally tonight.

Of course, the various specialties of Lovegood's family are all varied, and everything looks like a Marx-array eye.

They let go of their belly and shouted, and sometimes they happily cheered, sometimes whispering. When the atmosphere reached its apex, Luna, who didn't like dance very much in normal, even danced with Marx.

This Christmas dinner with only three people is intertwined in their laughter until late at night...

At dawn, the next day, the sky was slightly translucent, and Xenophilius showed his entourage, bringing the two to the cemetery on the outskirts of Plymouth.

Marx stood quietly, watching Luna ignite the card full of analytical formulas, burning a little bit in front of her mother's tombstone.

It was not until this time that Marx learned from Xenophilius that Luna's mother, Pandora's hometown, was in a small village of muggle not far from here.

Marx looked at the lonely little back in front of the tombstone.

The waterfall-like and waist-length light golden soft long hair, once again in the rising sun, once again showed a beautiful and pure halo.

"Expecto Patronum."

Marx's heart touched, and he silently stared at the young girl in front of him, whispering in his mouth, filled with a faint silver white glow.