I slept from seven o'clock last night to this morning, well, I owe three chapters, and for the author, maybe [XX days to XX more] is the flag.

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Not everything can be judged by right and wrong, worthy or unworthy, smart or stupid, and there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people.

Neville didn't know how important the scimitar snored to Luna, but he felt that it must not be more important than life, because only by living can he do more.

In the same way, if someone thinks that the purpose of her life is merely to prove the existence of the scimitar-horned snorer, then Neville will sympathize with her, because the world she sees is too small, and her life is too empty.

Of course, perhaps in the eyes of others, what a mortal like Neville pursues is too ordinary, not at all lofty, and the greater the ability to say good, the greater the responsibility?

Anyway, Neville never thought that he could persuade others with his mouth, and all simple-minded people probably thought so: if you can do it, don't move your mouth, since you can't sit down calmly to drink tea and reason, then why not draw your knife and fight painfully.

Having said everything that needed to be said, Neville waited for Luna's answer, and he could see that there was more confusion and entanglement in the originally clear and pure eyes, and there was struggle and unwillingness. That's a good thing, because that means she's thinking, not mindless.

If she gave up, Neville would have saved some trouble, and if she had to persevere, Neville would have the consciousness to be a wicked person.

With short hands and short mouths, and being cared for for so long, Neville now positions himself as a bodyguard.

The tremor of the ground had not stopped, but it had not become more violent, and the giants had just wandered out of the woods, with no intention of coming in.

In any case, it is only right to get out of here quickly, giants are smarter than trolls but also have a more violent temper, especially for invaders. Unfortunately, Neville is now in the latter category, and will certainly not receive greetings other than stones and sticks.

Instead of looking at Luna again, as her decision was no longer important, Neville walked over to Mr. Lovegood, who had the same expression on his face as Luna.

"Mr. Lovegood......"

It may be the gap between experience and experience, but Mr. Lovegood is more sober and rational than Luna, he looks at Neville gratefully, then nods, and says, "We have to get out of here!"

Three people, two people agree to leave, then the opinion of the remaining person is no longer important.

Neville walked over to Luna's side again, and the latter's eyes were complicated at this time, and she looked at Neville, who was about to make a move, intending to carry her away like before, and her tone was calm and indifferent.

"I'll go myself. She said.

"Oh. ”

Scratching his head, Neville stepped aside and made a gesture of please. Naturally, Luna followed Mr. Lovegood to the other side of the woods, and after about ten paces, she turned back, for Neville had not followed.

Neville stood still, looking back at the area where the scimitar-horned snorer was. He had never seen a scimitar-horned snorer, and he wouldn't see it if he stood here, but he had regained interest in this little thing.

It may not be so much an interest in scimitar-horned snorers as a curiosity about something that can be done at the risk of one's life, and it makes no difference whether it is a scimitar-horned snorer or an ordinary wild boar.

It was only a matter of seconds, and Neville turned his head again, leaving without hesitation. He saw Luna looking at him, and as he passed by her, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Actually, you're quite funny. ”

"Huh?"

Neville scratched his head, he was a little dazed, he didn't understand what Luna meant, but judging by her tone, it should have been a compliment.

Luna said this, she wanted to say more, but looking at that confused round face, she always felt that she was stupid to state the facts seriously, as if she was playing the piano to a cow, and she was not on the same channel at all.

Although in the next half month, Luna's appearance was no different from before, and she was still lukewarm to Neville, but unlike the previous deliberate distancing of estrangement, she now accepted and got used to Neville's existence.

It's a very subtle change, and it's a good start, because the difference between recognizing someone and knowing someone is about as far as Norway to Hogwarts.

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This trip, in a sense, can be regarded as a fulfillment of wishes, and it is worth the trip. The return journey took much less time than it had been, and when Neville set foot on the British Isles again, he realized that the trip had only taken twenty-five days.

"Ah, finally home!"

Mr. Lovegood rushed into the house cheering like a child, threw his suitcase on the floor, and threw himself on the couch.

Neville walked into the house, put down his suitcase, and looked back at the door. He was a little skeptical that Mr. Lovegood had not locked the door when he left, for he had not been seen to open the door at all, and from what he knew of Mr. Lovegood, it was quite likely.

Neville, who had carried most of his luggage, didn't see any tiredness, he picked up the large turtle-like teapot on the coffee table and shook it, as expected, there was not a drop of water in the teapot. So he took the teapot and went to the kitchen, intending to fill it with some water, but the problem was that he had only stayed here for one night, so he didn't know where the hot water was kept, and this kitchen was completely different from Neville's one.

Luna was also a little tired, but she still walked over and took the teapot and said, "Leave it to me." ”

"Oh, thanks. ”

Neville stepped aside, trying not to get in the way of Luna. There was a snoring in the drawing-room, and Neville looked to see how tired Mr. Lovegood was lying on the sofa with his pillow on his back.

Feeling that he couldn't help much, Neville had to go back to the living room and sit down, and soon Luna came over with a teapot and three cups in her hand.

"Thank you. ”

Neville said, he took the teapot and poured tea into each of the three cups, then distributed them in front of each person, picked up the one that belonged to him, and put it in the palm of his hand to cool down.

Luna sat down across from Neville, ran her hand through her hair, and said to Neville, "You're always so polite?"

Neville didn't answer right away, as he sensed that Luna didn't seem to be happy at all, so he thought for a moment before replying, "I'm a guest, after all." ”

"What if you're not a guest?" Luna asked again, leaning forward slightly, her silver-grey eyes staring straight at Neville, "The rules in our house are that there are no rules, so you can relax a little bit, just like in your own home." ”

Neville scratched his head and said, "Well, this isn't my home. ”

“......”

Luna felt tired and didn't know what to say. Sometimes, Neville feels that Luna is a master of the cold game, and it is difficult to take it after saying very little. But he didn't think that he himself was not far behind, and many times he left Luna speechless.

In fact, Luna actually had a lot to say to Neville, she was very interested in Neville's completely unmagical body, and there was also the Hogwarts thing, and I heard that there were many strange things in the Forbidden Forest there...... It's a pity that every time I haven't got to the point, I'm inexplicably cold, sometimes it's because of Luna herself, and sometimes this pot has to be carried by Neville.

"What you are like in your own home, that's what you are here. ”

"That's right. ”

After Luna's explanation and guidance, Neville finally came to his senses, and he straightened his back and sat upright as if he were in Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

“...... What are you doing?"

"That's how I do it at home. ”

“......”

Luna was once again speechless.