Luna Lovegood opened her eyes and stared at the clouds that kept changing shapes in the sky. The pure sunlight shone on her face through the gaps in the Brazilian rainforest. The air was fresh and pleasant. Her husband, Rolf Scamander, was taking pictures of a plant two kilometers away. A small insect crawled on her body.
They stayed in this rainforest for three months to find a "small bird that glows all over and flies with rainbows" mentioned by the locals. An eight-year-old boy said he saw it with his own eyes by the river, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye. The source of the news is absolutely reliable, but it is impossible to judge whether it is true or not. It may be that the boy was dazzled for a while and mistakenly associated the rainbow after the rain with some beautiful birds that he couldn't name (such as toucans), but they still came as a honeymoon for the two of them.
They searched the nearby waters and ponds, but only found some beautiful feathers and a few sapphires. Now those feathers and gems are placed in a small box, together with the airship Lee earrings, cork necklaces, and pebble head ornaments. In Rolf's words, "You have to accommodate the aesthetic tastes of ordinary people and have one or two normal jewelry."
Luna sniffed the rich scent of grass and soil, and she felt drowsy. After an unknown amount of time, she was awakened by the whistling sound of the warning spell. It was Rolf Scamander, who came back with a camera and a thick notebook.
"Another endangered wild plant was found," Rolf said, "I left a detector nearby and reported it to the local environmental protection department." He looked at his wife who jumped up from the ground and couldn't help frowning, "You're lying on the ground again..."
Luna quickly took out the magic wand hidden in the thick hair behind her head and pointed it at herself. White mist evaporated from her clothes soaked in dew. She turned around in a circle with interest and jumped twice.
"How is it this time?"
"Okay." Rolf muttered softly.
The two began to pack up the tent. Today was the last day to stay in the rain forest, and they were reluctant to leave before leaving. Halfway through packing, they sat among the large and small bags and flipped through the thick photo album.
"This is the local village and residents..."
"I like them, they love to tell jokes." Luna interrupted.
"Yes, they can't say three sentences without a joke. This is a photo of me playing football with them. Look, they are so happy! That's a winning smile. I think if it was Quidditch, I might not lose so badly... You were learning weaving techniques next to you... So who is taking the photo... But I think it's necessary to remind you that the locals use this technology to make fishing tools instead of wearing vines on their bodies..." "
In the magic tavern, we met two new wizard friends from Castelobushe. One of them insisted on cursing my little finger. A beautiful stunning spell, dear..."
"A toucan swaggered into the tent, but was scared away by the magic lamp."
"Next are several magical animals unique to Brazil. You discovered them all first. It's strange. It reminds me of the scene when we first met."
He was amazed and turned the album forward, skimming through nearly one-third of the wedding photos and stopping at the first few pages.
The two heads came together. In the photo, Luna, who was a few years younger than she is now, was squatting on the ground, reaching out to stroke a creature that looked very much like a ferret. The little guy was eating a steaming hot dog, his eyes narrowed with pleasure. The background was a world of ice and snow.
"To be honest, I have been looking for the Arctic for two years," Rolf said sourly, "but I found nothing. I seriously suspect that my grandfather missed some key information... but it is not empty-handed."
Luna hummed happily beside her, and the tune sounded like the work of the Weird Sisters twelve years ago - "A Great Victory".
Rolf hummed along.
It was almost noon when they walked out of the Brazilian rainforest with two suitcases, one large and one small. After Rolf handed a thick stack of photos to the local biological protection organization, the two came to the border, registered, and returned to the UK through the portkey.
"Wizards are really born explorers." A border policeman said.
"We have always been like this." Rolf replied.
"Hey, I'm talking about the one who landed on Mars." The policeman teased.
...
On the hills near the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, the grass rippled in the wind, and a small house that looked like an overturned boot was visible in the distance.
"My dear daughter! You are back."
Xenophilius Lovegood ran out of the house to hug Luna, who gently patted her father on the back. Xenophilius was dressed in dirty clothes, and his cotton candy-like hair was tangled in a mess, like an abandoned bird's nest. His eye problem seemed to be getting worse, so he used it as an excuse to pretend that he didn't see the man next to his daughter. It was not until Rolf took the initiative to greet him that he reluctantly gave him a very perfunctory hug.
"I'm sorry, I forgot your name, Rod, Roman--"
"It's Rolf." Luna said happily. Xenophilius made a "tsk" sound, and one of his eyes seemed to fly out of his socket. He squinted at his daughter's husband with his other eye, silently took the suitcase from Luna's hand, and pulled her towards the black door with his other hand. Rolf Scamander shook his head and followed.
This attitude was considered good.
According to a reporter who sneaked into the wedding scene and was kicked out halfway, "Lovegood, the old widower, seemed to have planned to cast a curse on his son-in-law during the wedding ceremony, turning him into a big-mouthed ball fish. It was a pity that he failed, otherwise he would have had a chance to compete for the most explosive news of the year-witnessed by the Happs, the Potters, the Weasleys, the Longbottoms, the Scamanders and other relatives and friends."
But Rolf knew that this was pure nonsense, at least not entirely true.
In contrast, he believed that Xenophilius originally intended to transform him into the horn of an Erumpent, because when he first came here as a guest, he accidentally pointed out the surprise that Mr. Lovegood gave to his daughter-the gray spiral horn purchased from the smuggler was not the horn of a Scimitar-horned Snorlax but an Erumpent, which was extremely dangerous to put at home... He paid the price for his honesty.
The room was a standard circle, like a round pepper shaker.
The kitchen is on the ground floor. The stove, sink, and cupboards are painted with flowers, insects, and birds. Going up the cast iron spiral staircase, the second floor is an even more messy living room and studio. An old-fashioned printing press occupies the best lighting and position, and other places are scattered with miscellaneous items. It can be seen that Mr. Lovegood has no mood to clean up the house during the time when his daughter is not at home. Several palm-sized, animal-shaped magic lights fly around on the ceiling. Two staircases extend upward from this floor, leading to Luna and Mr. Lovegood's bedrooms respectively.
The three spent an afternoon sorting out travel information. Mr. Lovegood still treated Luf as air, but asked Luna all kinds of questions, showed great concern, and showed amazing curiosity about all the interesting details that happened on the journey.
"Oh my, is that so... This seems to verify a certain theory."
Luna's observations amazed the two men present, and Rolf was a little disappointed that these wonderful ideas would only appear in the unreliable magazine "The Quibbler", published together with other strange stories such as fire elves, trembling maggots, and life on Mars.
The last one doesn't count.
When Mr. Hep and Ms. Granger returned from Mars, the answer to this question was no longer important. People fell into a fanatical fantasy and were obsessed with the topic of possible immigration to other planets in their lifetime. It took a long time for them to realize that the next time Mars would be closest to the earth would be in 2018.
In the following years, people successively established six space bases on the moon.
Luna suddenly raised her head and glanced at the ceiling.
"There are a thousand people above us," she said.
"I'm really worried that those people will fall off," Xenophilius said, "but if they can sit on the flying broomstick..."
In the evening, Mr. Lovegood was in a good mood and was ready to show off his cooking skills. Luna suggested giving Rolf a chance to try, "He has all the cooking recipes of the Lovegood family." "Then he's got a great advantage." Mr. Lovegood muttered, "Except for the garden engineer, no one else has had the opportunity to see it."
He began to talk about the last time the Hepps came to visit their home.
"Felix Hepp... is a good man, knowledgeable and humorous. I interviewed him about his experiences on Mars and his views on the Scimitar Snorkeller. He said he had raised two; but his wife didn't have much sense of humor..."
Rolf was busy in the kitchen downstairs for a while, and poked his head out from under the cast iron stairs. Luna looked at him questioningly. "A few spices are missing, but I think they can be found nearby." Rolf said confidently.
After dinner, Mr. Lovegood's attitude towards Rolf improved a lot. He said vaguely: "I tasted the food Pandora cooked. After so many years, it might be an illusion..."
"My mother built the vegetable garden herself." Luna said in a trance.
The next morning, Luna and Rolf came to the headquarters of the Daily Prophet. Both of them had contributed articles to the Daily Prophet, but later Luna completely turned to the "family business", while Rolf hoped to make more people pay attention to the survival of magical animals like his grandfather.
Coming out of the editor-in-chief's office, the two ran into someone in the corridor - Rita Skeeter, a reporter who was keen on writing defamatory articles.
Rita Skeeter looked at the two from above her jewel-studded square glasses, "Let me see... Luna Lovegood, Rolf Scamander, newcomers in the world of magical animals, had an excellent cooperation before marriage... The last wedding was too hasty, and I didn't have time to congratulate you two."
"That's because you came uninvited and were expelled." Rolf said seriously.
"The material is hard to come by." Skeeter waved his hand. "There are so many big names here, so of course I have to find ways to get in. The last time I had this opportunity was two years ago, but I didn't dare to do anything small that time... Have you heard?"
"What?" Rolf said in astonishment.
"The big scene I've been looking forward to has been too boring in recent years." Skeeter's face flushed slightly, and his long nails pierced into the crocodile leather bag in his hand.
"Quidditch World Cup." Luna said suddenly.
Skeeter glanced at her. "Yes, in July 2010, the 426th Quidditch World Cup was held on the floating island. But I dug up even bigger news, which will definitely shock everyone, even more explosive than Felix Hepp marrying his student." She deliberately lowered her voice for the last sentence, and then looked around furtively in the corridor, as if afraid of being heard. She warned: "I will only say this here."
"Is there anything you can't say?" Luna asked curiously.
Rolf pulled his wife's sleeve. Rita Skeeter snorted twice. Her sharp eyes moved around her and fell on the food box in Luna's hand. She said provocatively: "If you ask me, to be Luna Lovegood's husband, you must first have an iron stomach. According to reliable information I have obtained, her nickname in school was 'crazy girl', and she was happy to feed centaurs and acromantula."
"This is fake news," Rolf Scamander stood up and hugged his wife like a man, and said seriously: "Luna has not shown any special interest in acromantula, and I cook most of the time. Do you want to know the trick?"
Rita Skeeter stared at him without saying anything.
"You only need to prepare a few special spices. I discovered it when we first met, because I happen to like it too."
Rita Skeeter walked away with a "squeak" of high heels, looking very angry. Rolf Scamander smiled, looked down at his wife, and found that she was also looking at him, her eyes were not blinking, and were staring straight.
"So Mom put spices in it when she cooked?" Luna asked, "Dad tried many times, but failed."
"I guessed it. I saw it in the garden when I visited you later. Your family is also very tolerant of weeds." Rolf Scamander said. He stared at the slightly protruding light silver-white pupils and asked softly: "Luna? Has anyone told you that your eyes are beautiful?"
"Yes!" Luna said affirmatively, "Dad, Mom, Ginny, Firenze, Vanit, Sandra, Theresa..."
"Wait, who are the names behind it?"
"They are all centaurs."
Rolf was choked and suddenly felt the same way as Rita Skeeter.
"You can compliment my hair." Luna said sympathetically. Rolf's eyes swept over his wife's messy, dirty-gold hair, and he couldn't help but persuade her: "Honey, I think you'd better take care of your hair, just like at the wedding, it looks beautiful, like flowing gold... Of course, don't wear that dress!" "
Which one?"
"The one with rainbows, sequins and a silver unicorn horn headdress."
"But I like it very much." Luna said a little distressed.
"Well, you can wear it at home, but if it's a particularly grand occasion..." Rolf said carefully. Seeing his wife's eyes wandering, his heart tightened. Quidditch World Cup! Tens of millions of people! Merlin! Hap! He quickly said:
"Honey, I have a good idea. We should customize a set of clothes for the opening ceremony of the World Cup."
"We?"
"...Yes." Rolf's expression looked very tragic.
Luna's face lit up immediately, and she said seriously, "Oh, you can dress more formally - according to the general public's point of view, yes, that's it."
"No need, I'm determined!"
The two walked out of the building of the Daily Prophet headquarters hand in hand.
"Let's go back to school sometime." Rolf's voice said.
"Yeah, I miss that place."
"Put on the Sorting Hat again, I think I have the potential to be a Gryffindor..."
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