Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Malfoy took the long and narrow quill from Luna's hand and wrote on the high blank area: "An arrow flying in the air is still at a certain point in space... Then ... We all know that the arrow is actually flying, so what is the contradiction in this question?" A classic paradox soon appeared on this parchment.

He still decided to ask a slightly more normal question. If he really wants to pass it, abuse of cats is also a good choice.

After a while, the sound of the feather brush stopped, and Malfoy finished his question. During the process, Luna stared intently at the whole process of Malfoy writing in the notebook.

Luna stared at the neat and uniform rows of text with erratic eyes, shook her head inexplicably, and said, "It seems very esoteric, but it's really an interesting question."

The black writing began to disappear, and the notebook began to make a page-turning sound, and then gradually slowed down, and finally paused on a page. The black text on it gradually emerged from left to right-"Time is unpredictable, but there is One thing is certain-the essence of time is flow."

"What Ravenclaw left behind is really extraordinary," Malfoy said, feeling a little surprised. Wizards generally don't value logic, but Ravenclaw, who is known for his wisdom, does not. He pointed out the contradiction sharply. .

"Do you want to make another final order?" Malfoy couldn't help thinking, but he restrained his desire.

This seems to be too bullying, oh no, it is too bullying.

Regarding the measurement of human morality, this kind of dead thing should not have been resorted to.

"How about it, is the answer correct? It seems that the effect should be good. Now you can ask yourself the questions you really want to ask. Maybe it can really help you and solve your confusion." Luna said."Don't worry, I won't take a peek." She said, turning her back.At the same time, humming the ballad softly, the ethereal and melodious singing began to echo in the Ravenclaw's lounge.

Malfoy shook his head. The answers to some of the questions were so obvious, but they were equally difficult to do. Knowing it is easy and doing it is difficult, not just talking.

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

"Are you not asking questions?" Luna turned her head at this time, looking at him suspiciously with a pair of gray eyes.

"No need." Malfoy shook his head.

"Oh, well, everyone's decision is worthy of respect. In that case, I guess you should have the answer in your heart now." Luna nodded in agreement.

"It seems that I am nosy?" Only then Luna asked somewhat depressed.

"Of course not. Thank you for your help. I think this notebook is pretty good. Maybe I have a chance and I will come again in the future." Malfoy said. This book gave him the illusion of using search engines, but it was kind of inexplicable. Familiarity and goodwill.

He guessed that this was the result accumulated by generations of Ravenclaw. The students had problems and stumped their notebooks, and then ostentatiously left the answers on them. Day after day, the knowledge of the books became more and more perfect. After that, coupled with a little derived intelligence, this notebook is created.

"Oh, yes, wait." Luna thought of something suddenly, and then hurriedly walked to the left door, which was covered by the blue curtain. She opened the curtain and drilled. Go in.

Malfoy guessed that it was Ravenclaw's girls' bedroom.

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

His expression froze suddenly, blinked, a little unbelievable, because he felt that if his eyes hadn't been spent, he was now standing in front of him with an oversized corn cob, with Luna overflowing at the top. With a smiling face.

The upper half of Luna's dress is a dazzling golden yellow, covered with full grains, and I don’t know what material it is made of. The lower half of the skirt is made of The light green to dark green transitional fabric dragged on the floor for a long time, seeming to represent the bracts of corn.

"You said the horned snorer would be attracted to me? This dress was made by me and my dad a long time ago. After he heard me say that Hogwarts might have a prom, he used an owl to make it I sent it over." Luna smiled at this time and lightly turned her body around.

"Is that why you kept holding a corn?" Malfoy's mouth twitched, and he was still wondering why the girl kept holding the food without taking a bite.

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

"Your father is so versatile." Malfoy said half-truth, not knowing what to say about the father and daughter's thoughts.

The right is the best. Since Luna and his daughter are having fun, no one else is qualified to criticize and laugh at them.

"Of course, he is the best father in the world!" Luna said softly, with a faint nostalgia in her eyes, and Malfoy guessed she might have thought of her dead mother.

"In addition, I don’t really like dancing. I never thought that someone would invite me. Although you may not really want to invite me, it’s more because of Miss Parkinson. If it weren’t for her, you should I won't come to bite the bullet and invite me, right? But I still want to thank you very much." Luna said softly.

"Not enough." Malfoy looked at Luna and said suddenly.

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

"You may still be missing a bottle of corn-flavored perfume. If the horned snorer really likes corn, it's not good." Malfoy shook his head scrutinizingly.

"It makes sense!" Luna jumped up and said excitedly, "But how do we get it?"

"Maybe we can try distillation. In this case, the scent may be preserved the most." Malfoy tried to give his own advice, but he didn't mind giving the girl some room for fantasy.

Some people think that the reality is mature, see through many things, and then take pleasure in piercing others' yearning for the future or other beautiful things. They don’t know that this is the most repugnant behavior, and it seems that this makes them extremely rational. .

If you can't understand it, please don't talk badly at each other. This also exposes your superficiality and meanness.

The price of maturity may be painful, but if we can leave more fond memories of those beautiful fantasies and struggle for it, it would not be a shame.

"Maybe I really did a good thing?" Malfoy remembered that Luna had a relationship with him at the time, and then the other students gave up in a desperate manner, not daring to bully her again.