Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Malfoy took the long, narrow quill from Luna's hand and wrote in the high blank space: "A flying arrow is stationary at a certain point in space...then We all know that arrows are actually flying, so where is the paradox in this question?" A classic paradox quickly appeared on this parchment.

He still decided to ask a slightly more normal question. If he really wants to fail the test, cat abuse is also a good choice.

After a while, the sound of the quill brush stopped, and Malfoy completed his question. During the process, Luna stared intently and watched the entire process of Malfoy's writing on the notebook.

Luna stared erratically at the neat rows of words above, shook her head inexplicably and said, "It seems very profound, but it's an interesting question."

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

"The things that Ravenclaw left are really extraordinary," Malfoy said, feeling a little surprised. Wizards generally don't value logic, but Ravenclaw, who is known for his wisdom, is not like this. He pointed out the contradiction in a straight line. .

"Would you like to mention another categorical order?" Malfoy couldn't help thinking, but he still restrained his desire.

This seems to be a bit too bullying, oh no, it is too bullying the book.

The measure of human morality should not have resorted to such dead things.

"How is it, did you get it right? It seems that it should work well. Now you can ask 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 peek," she said, turning her back. At the same time, he hummed a song softly, and the ethereal and pleasant singing began to echo in Ravenclaw's lounge.

Malfoy shook his head. The answers to some questions were so obvious, but they were just as difficult to do. It was easier said than done, not just talking.

"Come on, it's time for dinner," Malfoy said.

"Aren't you asking questions?" Luna turned her head around at this time, looking at him suspiciously with a pair of gray eyes.

"No need." Malfoy shook his head.

"Oh well, everyone's decision deserves respect, in that case,

I guess you should have the answer in your heart by now. " Luna nodded in agreement.

"Does it seem like I'm meddling with my own business?" Only then Luna asked a little depressed.

"Of course not, thank you for your help, I think this notebook is very good, maybe there is a chance, I will come back later." Malfoy said that this book gave him the illusion of using a search engine, but it was inexplicable Familiarity and favorability.

He guessed that this was the result of generations of Ravenclaw. The students had problems, stumped the notebook, and then dazzled the answer on it. Day after day, the knowledge of the book became more and more perfect. Down, plus a little derived intelligence, it created the current notebook.

"Oh, by the way, you wait." Luna suddenly thought of something, and then hurriedly walked to a door on the left, which was covered by a blue curtain. She lifted the curtain and drilled through. go in.

Malfoy guessed it was Ravenclaw's girls' dormitory.

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

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

The top half of Luna's dress is a dazzling golden yellow, covered with plump grains, and I don't know what material it is made of, while the bottom half of the skirt is made of some The light green to dark green transitional fabric was dragged on the floor long, and it seemed to represent the husks of corn.

"Are you saying that the Crooked Snorer will be attracted to me? I made this dress with my dad a long time ago, and he used an owl to wear it after he heard me saying there might be a dance at Hogwarts. Sent it here." Luna smiled and turned her body around lightly.

"Is that why you kept holding a corn just now?" Malfoy twitched at the corners of his mouth, still wondering why the girl kept holding the food and didn't take a bite.

It turned out to be used as bait to attract the "horned snoring beast".

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

The right one is the best, since Luna and her daughter are having fun, no one else has the right to criticize and laugh at them.

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

"In addition, I don't really like dancing, and 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 wasn't for her, you should You won't come here to invite me daringly, right? But I still want to thank you very much." Luna said softly.

"Not enough." Malfoy said suddenly, looking at Luna.

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

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

"Makes sense!" Luna jumped up and said excitedly, "But how are we going to get it?"

"Maybe we could try distillation, and that way the scent might be preserved the most." Malfoy tried to give his own advice, but he didn't mind giving the girl some room for fantasies.

Some people think that reality is mature, they see through a lot of things, and then they take pleasure in piercing other people's yearning for the future or other beautiful things. Little do they know that this is the most despised behavior. It seems that this will make them very rational. .

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

The price of maturity may be painful, but if you can leave more good memories of those beautiful fantasies and struggle for them, it will not be a pity.

"Maybe I really did something good?" Malfoy recalled the situation when Luna got involved with him, and then the other students gave up in despair, daring not to bully her again.