While Luo Fu was packing his luggage, Luna had already changed several positions on the bed.
At first, his two legs stretched out from the railing, dangling there, and then his body turned 180 degrees, his feet stepped on the wall, and his head tried to squeeze out of the gap between the railings.
After failing, I could only put my neck on the railing, my head hanging in the air, and watch her "The Quibbler" backwards;
Soon, the girl lay on the bed and swam from one end to the other in a swimming position, then turned around and did it again...
Finally, Luna seemed tired and sat on the railing, holding "The Quibbler" in both hands, shaking her head and shoulders from side to side, and the two carrot pendants in her earlobes also swayed.
No matter how weird the girl's posture is, if the boy looks at it for a long time, he will no longer be surprised.
After tidying up the room, Luo Fu was about to go to dinner, when a series of barbell-like laughter suddenly sounded from the opposite carriage, startling him.
The young man looked over and saw Luna sitting on the railing of the upper bunk, laughing so hard that she burst into tears.
Luo Fu was so frightened that he felt like she was about to fall off the bed, and then he heard a snap...
"The Quibbler" fell to the ground.
The wizard in the next car was also startled by the weird laughter:
In the room on the right was a tall, middle-aged wizard with a fierce look. He came out and took a look, spit hard, and complained: "Do you want anyone to sleep?"
He slammed the carriage door shut.
There was a young witch in the carriage on the left. She stood at the door of the carriage and looked at Luna and Rolf. She saw that both of them had blond hair and thought they were brother and sister.
Then he shouted:
"Your sister is already sick. It's so serious. Why don't you go find your parents quickly and just watch from there?!"
"..."
"Sister... I'm his sister?" Luna laughed even harder when she heard the witch's words. She held her stomach and rolled on the bed, wiping the tears from her eyes while laughing.
"She's not my sister, we didn't know each other five minutes ago," Rolf explained.
"Oh, sorry."
The witch had probably just woken up. She was wearing only a purple nightgown and walked over with sleepy eyes. She looked at Luna who was still laughing, but glanced at the boy and said suspiciously:
"Was what I just said so funny?"
Rolf shook his head. He didn't seem like someone who could understand Luna's mental state.
"When I first came here, I seemed to have seen her father, and I didn't know where he would go." The witch twisted her neck, looked around and said:
"It's so arrogant to leave the little girl alone in the carriage without fear of anything happening. It's so irresponsible."
Seeing Rolf's expression of approval, the witch narrowed her eyes, stared at him and said:
"Don't just nod your head. You are not much older than this little girl. You are not a human being. Where are your parents or elders? Why didn't you see them?"
Luo Fu showed an honest and honest expression and said with a "silly smile": "My grandpa will be back soon."
When you are out and about, don't reveal your information, otherwise others will see that you are just a person, a child, and they may have some thoughts that they shouldn't have.
"Really? I don't believe it!"
The witch glanced towards the carriage. She seemed to want to go in and take a look, but was blocked by Luo Fu.
"I just want to go in and have a cup of tea." The witch said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, little brother, I'm not a bad person."
"I didn't say that sister, you are a bad person." Luofu said with a smile: "But you are a witch who entered someone's car wearing pajamas, so you are definitely not a serious person."
"..."
The witch twitched her lips, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the black suitcase on the bed. She suddenly smiled and turned around to return to her car.
Luofu looked at the witch's back and frowned. After she closed the door, the boy picked up the "The Quibbler" that had fallen to the ground.
How funny is it to make Luna laugh like this!
On the page that was opened, there was a spoof photo of Minister Fudge, with the following words:
Many years later, Minister Fudge passed away. On his tombstone it was written: Cornelius Fudge, a noble and upright man.
The wizards who passed by were all amazed when they saw this inscription: "Two people can fit into such a small place!"
"..."
What a bold little magazine!
On another page, Rove saw a huge title that read "The Mysterious Man Reappears in Britain".
Rolf was shocked. The Quibbler's information was so well-informed that he even knew what happened at Hogwarts?
He looked carefully and saw it said:
We all know that the mysterious man has died in the hands of the Boy Who Lived, but is this really the case?
Shocking new evidence has recently emerged, proving that the mysterious man may not be dead after all. He has been committing crimes in northwest England and has defrauded tens of thousands of galleons.
Doris Purkiss of 18 Thornleaf Road, Little Norton, told the author:
"The mysterious man wrote to me and told me that he currently lacks start-up funds and asked me to lend him a thousand Galleons. After the Death Eaters are rebuilt, he can pay me back one million Galleons..."
Rolf was speechless. In the eyes of these small magazines, had Tom fallen to the point of cheating money?
He flipped through other content. Except for gossip, they were all fabricated content, much like a marketing account.
The most outrageous thing is that Rove also saw the column of Trelawny, the divination professor.
In the column, there is a photo of Gorbachev. He had just disbanded the First Branch of Soviet Magic in the summer, and Professor Trelawney predicted that he would not live until September.
I just don’t know which September it is.
Even Professor Trelawney can open a column, and if the price is not low, Rove also wants to make some extra money.
The bizarre articles he had read at the story meeting before, as well as the anti-intellectual and reflective articles he had seen on Readers and Yilin, could also be put up, but the ones he reflected on were... Daying.
At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from the distance: "What a boy! How dare you come to my door and harass my daughter..."
Luofu turned around and saw that it was the cross-eyed uncle he had just met beside the train. He rushed over and seemed very excited.
Luna grabbed the railing, put her feet together, and jumped from the upper bunk to the ground in a jumping position. She puffed up her chest and said, "Dad, you're back!"
"He is your father?" Luo Fe was a little surprised and looked at the two people.
Father and daughter really don't look alike, but luckily they don't.
"Boy, what's that look in your eyes?" Lovegood strode over, stood in front of Luna, and said, "You don't think I can give birth to such a beautiful daughter?"
"No." Rolf suppressed his laughter and said politely to the man: "Hello, Mr. Lovegood."
"How did you find this place?" Lovegood asked.
"You may have misunderstood. I live in the opposite compartment." Luo Fu smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go back first so I won't disturb you two."
Rove returned "The Quibbler" to Luna, walked into the compartment door, waved his hand, and closed the door.
Luna frowned her sparse and yellowish eyebrows and blamed: "Dad, what's wrong with you? Why can't you speak well?"
洛夫古德冷哼道:“没揍他就已经算很好说话了.”
"Rolf was very polite and helped me pick up "The Quibbler."" Luna tried to put in a good word for the boy.
"Don't be fooled by this kid." Lovegood said earnestly: "Luna, you are too naive. A boy of this age has his head full of trembling maggots... I understand.
You stay away from him."
Luna stared in confusion. She pulled the railing and climbed back onto the upper bunk, holding the book "The Quibbler".
Lovegood couldn't help but sigh.
He was going to Romania's Fire Dragon Zone to collect materials. He heard that Mr. Scamander was also there and wanted to make an appointment with him for some quality manuscripts.
I just hope I don’t run into that young man across from me again.
