With soft pillows, a warm quilt, and some fluffy sheets under the body, it's wonderful to be able to sleep on a warm bed in a cooler environment outside.

So Luna felt that she's had a good day.

She is not a fussy girl. As long as she has enough food and clothes and a little leisure, such a life can already be said to be extremely happy.

Of course, if she could have a more comfortable life experience, she would probably not refuse.

"……Well?"

When she heard some movement in her ears, Luna rolled over in the bed, and then squinted her eyes into the bedroom to see if it was still early, why did some roommates get up?

She vaguely remembers that she basically got up on time every day. As for those roommates, they usually keep nesting in bed, pretending they haven't woke up.

If you pretend to believe it sometimes, you may oversleep.

Somehow, the warm quilt in autumn and winter seemed to have some kind of irresistible magic, which made them prefer to stay in class for a while with an empty stomach.

"Oh," Luna said, after a moment of confusion, "is it Hogsmeade Day?"

Only on this special day will the quilt's curse be broken in one fell swoop, and those little girls obsessed with quilt will get rid of the vortex of sleep.

Thinking of this, Luna pulled down the quilt covering her mouth, then raised her head and glanced at the opposite wall.

"At half past five."

Sure enough, it's not time to get up!

After confirming the time, she quickly retracted half of her face back into the quilt, and her silver-gray eyes were once again covered by the slowly drawn down eyes.

She gets up at 6 o'clock every day, and even Hogsmeade Day, which she also looks forward to, will not change her pace of life.

Even in the eyes of other classmates, apart from attending class every day, she always wandered around without any regularity.

Not to mention the "rhythm of life."

In this way, after another half an hour or so, the sound in the bedroom had disappeared. And when the clock on the wall clock finally pointed at "6", within a few minutes, Luna woke up quite punctually again.

The habit developed over time has long become natural, and Luna rarely wakes up every day, which has been the case all these years.

After a few seconds of stupefying, she supported the bed and sat upright. The bedding on her body slipped down as she moved, revealing a cotton pajamas printed with a lot of carrots.

For some reason, I saw her sitting in bed for a while, then suddenly seemed to think of something very interesting, and giggled.

After laughing for a moment, she suddenly tilted her head and raised her hand.

"We are all Hogwarts!"

She shouted for no reason, and then she cheerfully lifted the quilt and dropped to the floor, walking towards the bathroom.

Yes, it is because of Luna's inexplicable words and deeds that several roommates living in the same bedroom do not like talking to her.

Well, in fact, they are not deliberately isolating Luna-at least not everyone is. But even if they tried to make good friends with Luna, they would always be "persuaded" repeatedly by Luna's unkempt expression and bizarre words.

As for the light-haired and erratic blonde girl, not everyone can keep up with the rhythm.

Not long after, Luna finished washing and carefully changed her clothes in front of the closet, before finally looking at the mirror and turning around a little circle.

Seriously, her dress tastes weird.

It ’s okay to wear school uniforms, but once it ’s time to wear personal clothes—just look at the combination of blue sweater and red polka-dot cotton pants, and walking with her is absolutely necessary to have very Strong psychological qualities.

"Well, today ..."

Luna stared at herself in the mirror, pondered it, and hurried back to the bed, then took out a red sweet cherry earring from the nightstand.

"This is the best."

After all, she gently put the earrings on the earlobe on both sides, and went straight to the direction of the bedroom door without following the mirror confirmation.

It can be seen from this girl that she got up so well and tossed, and her strange dress is purely because of aesthetic standards that are different from ordinary people.

The phrase "beauty is a girl's nature" is actually still applicable to her.

...

Today's weather is not good, not only the wind is strong, but the clouds in the sky are a bit low. Seeing that, I'm afraid it will rain a lot of rain today!

However, the weather has been like this recently. Apart from complaining, the students basically ignored it at other times.

Luna descended from the spiral staircase of Ravenclaw Tower, stood slightly in the foyer, and could not help standing at the entrance of the castle and looking out for a moment.

She likes to look at the sky in a daze, whether it is sunny or cloudy, it will make her feel special.

Of course, if she asked what the "taste" was, she wouldn't say much. Because for her, it was just a vague feeling and realization, it was an unexpected and pure enjoyment.

As Luna looked at the sky leisurely, a voice suddenly began to emanate from behind her.

"Luna?"

She heard the familiar voice and soon realized who was talking.

To be honest, when she is in this "snacking mode", it is generally difficult to understand who is talking to her at the first time. Even sometimes, she involuntarily ignores the surrounding noise.

But now, there is only one person's voice that she never ignored.

"Maca?" Luna heard it, and turned around immediately, with a slight smile on her lips, "Oh ... good morning?"

"Well, good morning," Marka nodded slightly in front of her. "Isn't it Hogsmeade today? Can't you go to the auditorium to fill your stomach, and then go to Hogsmeade early? A little scared It will rain! "

"Yeah ... it's going to rain!" Luna glanced back at the sky again. "I'm going to eat breakfast now ... Oh, do you want to go together this time? You can help me pick one The best quill ... "

Looking at Maca's expression, it seemed quite moving.

These days, he is busy with all the necessary magic research every day. From the enchanted stele, the devouring mirror, to the depth of the soul rune, to the comet in the sky flying towards the sun ... a lot of things he needed to toss.

Therefore, even the lonely Maca, who was able to withstand loneliness, seemed to want to go shopping a little.

Unfortunately, he did go to Hogsmeade today, but he couldn't go with Luna.

"Sorry, Luna," Makar said pitifully. "I actually want to go, but I still have something to do ... so I can only wish you a good time."

Luna heard that she looked at Maca's face for a moment, then suddenly she stretched out a white finger, and gently rubbed it in Maca's brows.

"The wise always distributes responsibilities to others, and the fool always piles responsibilities on herself ..." she asked softly, "Maca, do you like being a 'food'?"

This girl started to say such mysterious words again.

"Yeah," Maka laughed. "You know, I can't be a wise man."

Luna laughed immediately when she heard Marka answer so easily and decisively.

"If you like ..." She nodded slightly, then waved at Maca, "I hope there is cranberry sauce this morning, I have waited for it for several mornings."

Saying goodbye to Maca, Luna walked slowly to Ravenclaw's long table as usual, and soon entered into a state of devoting herself to breakfast.

And not far behind her, Hermione and others on Gryffindor's long table had just sat down.

"Harry, when you come back, remember to lend me your homework."

"Oh, sure, no problem."

Ron feels that Harry's homework has become more and more outstanding recently. In a few subjects that he is good at, there is almost no fault in those homework ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Otherwise, Courses that I am good at—such as history of magic, etc., the efficiency of homework and the correct rate of corrections by professors are almost overtaking Hermione.

What's more worth mentioning is that Harry's performance is not getting better all at once, but that he has made more remarkable progress every day.

Of course, Harry's progress is generally within the normal range. The degree of the course is not very impressive.

"Ah, yes," said Ron, suddenly as if thinking of something, looking up to Hermione opposite. "Are we going to the Duke of Honey first? I heard that the boss has withdrawn any new products. ! "

However, Hermione, who was reading the Daily Prophet, did not even put the newspaper down.

"Huh?" She said lightly. "You go! I have something else to do."

Just as Harry's performance has suddenly risen, Hermione's recent situation is a little "small" strange. Yes, it's just "little"-at least Ron thinks so.

Or, to be more precise, it was actually a little too cold for him, Ron Weasley.

"Eh, what are you going to do? Is there anything I can help you with?" Ron asked hastily. "If anything, don't hesitate to say that I've been here!"

All I need is you to stay away from me at once-this sentence flashed on Hermione's mind, and she just wanted to say it, but she always felt something wrong.

"... Duke Honey put it first, I'm going to the literary residence first," Hermione shook her head, and subconsciously changed, "I have something wrong with my spare feather pen."

Just then, Harry's gaze passed across her face.

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