Malfoy took the long, narrow quill from Luna's hand and wrote in the empty space above: "An arrow flying in the air is stationary at some point in space...... So...... We all know that arrows are actually flying, so what's the contradiction in this question?"

He decided to ask a slightly more normal question, and if he really wanted to defeat him, cat abuse was also a good choice.

After a while, the sound of the quill brush stopped, and Malfoy finished his question, and in the process, Luna stared intently at the entire process of Malfoy's handwriting in the notebook.

Luna stared at the neat rows of text on it, shook her head in confusion, and said, "It may seem profound, but it's an interesting question." ”

The black handwriting begins to fade, and the notebook begins to make a page turning sound, then gradually slows down, and finally pauses on one page, on which the black text gradually emerges from left to right—"Time is elusive, but one thing is certain—the nature of time is fluid." ”

"What Ravenclaw left behind is really extraordinary," Malfoy said to himself, feeling a little surprised, wizards generally do not value logic, but Ravenclaw, who is known for his wisdom, is not, and actually points out the contradiction.

"Do you want another definite order?" Malfoy couldn't help but think, but he still restrained his desires.

This seems a bit too bullying, oh no, it's too much of a bully.

With regard to the measure of human morality, there should never have been recourse to such dead things.

"How's that, did you get it right? It looks like it should work well, now you can ask the questions you really want to ask, maybe it can really help you solve your confusion. Luna said. "Don't worry, I won't peek. She said, turning her back. At the same time, a soft ballad was hummed, and the ethereal and melodious singing began to echo in the Ravenclaw common room.

Malfoy shook his head, some of the answers to some questions were so obvious, but they were just as difficult to do, easier said than done.

"Let's go, it's time to eat. Malfoy said.

"Don't you ask questions?" Luna turned her head at this time, and looked at him with a pair of gray eyes that looked at him suspiciously.

"There's no need. Malfoy shook his head.

"Oh, well, everyone's decision deserves respect, and in that case, I guess you should have the answer in your mind by now. Luna nodded in agreement.

"Looks like I'm nosy?" Luna then asked a little depressed.

"Of course not, thank you for your help, I think this notebook is pretty good, maybe there is a chance, I will come back in the future." Malfoy said that the book gave him the illusion of using a search engine, but an inexplicable sense of familiarity and favorability.

He guessed that this was the result of generations of Ravenclaws, and that the students had problems that stumped the notebook, and then left the answers on it in a conspicuous way, and day after day, the knowledge of the book became more and more perfected, and with a little bit of derived intelligence, the current notebook was created.

"Oh, yes, you wait. Luna thought of something, and hurried to the door to the left, hidden by the blue curtains, and she lifted the curtain and slipped inside.

Malfoy guessed it was the Ravenclaw girls' dormitory.

Sure enough, Luna soon changed her clothes and appeared in front of Malfoy's eyes again.

His expression froze and he blinked, a little incredulous, for he felt that if his eyes hadn't been spent, there was now an oversized corn cob standing in front of him, and at the top was Luna's smiling face.

The top half of Luna's dress was a dazzling golden yellow, covered with plump seeds, and I don't know what material was used, while the lower half of the dress was made of some fabric that transitioned from light green to dark green, and dragged long on the floor, looking like the bud leaves of corn.

"Did you say that the scimitar-horned snorkel would be drawn to me? I made this dress with my dad a long time ago, and he sent it to me with an owl after hearing that there might be a ball at Hogwarts. Luna smiled and turned her body around lightly.

"Is that why you've been holding a stick of corn just now?" Malfoy's mouth twitched, and he wondered why the girl kept holding the food and not taking a bite.

It turned out to be used as a bait to attract "scimitar-horned snorers".

"Your father was so versatile. Malfoy half-truthfully said that he didn't know what to say about the idea of the father and daughter.

The right one is the best, and since Luna's father and daughter are enjoying themselves, no one else is qualified to judge and ridicule them.

"Of course, he's the best father in the world!" Luna whispered, her eyes tingling with a hint of nostalgia, and Malfoy guessed she might be thinking of her dead mother.

"Also, I don't really like to dance, and I didn't think anyone would invite me, although you probably didn't really want to invite me, more because of Miss Parkinson, and if it weren't for her, you wouldn't have invited me, right? Luna said softly.

"It's not enough. Malfoy looked at Luna and said suddenly.

"What's not enough?" asked Luna, tilting her head.

"You're probably missing a bottle of corn-scented perfume, and if the scimitar-horned snorer really likes corn, it's not for all. Malfoy shook his head scrutinically.

"Makes sense!" Luna jumped up, excited, "but how are we going to get it?"

"Maybe we can try distillation, so that the aroma may be preserved the most. Malfoy tried to give his advice, and he didn't mind leaving the girl some room for fantasy.

Some people, who think that reality is mature, have seen a lot of things, and then take pleasure in piercing other people's yearning for the future or other good things, but they don't know that this is the most despicable behavior, as if this can make them appear extremely rational.

If you can't understand it, please don't speak ill of each other, which also exposes your superficiality and meanness.

The price of maturity may be painful, but it would not be a pity if more fond memories of those beautiful fantasies and struggles for them can be left before then.

"Maybe I did a good deed?" Malfoy remembered when Luna had a relationship with him, and then the other students gave up and didn't dare to bully her anymore.