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 stationary at a certain point in space...then... We all know that arrows actually fly, so where is the contradiction in this question?" A classic paradox quickly appeared on this parchment.
He still decided to ask a slightly more normal question. If he really wanted to pass it, cat abuse is also a good choice.
After a while, the sound of the quill brushing stopped, and Malfoy finished his question. During this process, Luna stared intently at the whole process of Malfoy's writing on the notebook.
Luna stared erratically at the neat rows of text above, shook her head inexplicably and said, "It seems very profound, but it's really an interesting question."
The black writing began to disappear, and the notebook began to swipe and make the sound of turning pages, then gradually slowed down, and finally stopped on a page, and the black text on it gradually emerged from left to right—"Time is unpredictable, but there is a Yes—it is the nature of time to flow."
"The things left by Ravenclaw are really extraordinary," Malfoy thought in his heart, feeling a little surprised. Wizards generally don't value logic, but Ravenclaw, who is famous for his wisdom, is not like this. He actually pointed out the contradiction to the point .
"Do you want to make 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.
As regards the measurement of human morality, it should not have resorted to such dead things.
"How about it? Did you get the answer right? It looks like it should work well. Now you can ask yourself the question 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 while turning her back. At the same time, he hummed a song softly, and the ethereal and melodious singing began to echo in Ravenclaw's lounge.
Malfoy shook his head. The answers to some questions are so obvious, but it is also extremely difficult to do, easier said than done, not just talking.
"Come on, it's time to eat," Malfoy said.
"Aren't you going to ask questions?" Luna turned her head around at this moment, 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. Since that's the case, I guess you should already have the answer in your heart." Luna nodded in agreement.
"Does it seem like I'm meddling in my own business?" Just then Luna asked a little depressed.
"Of course not, thank you for your help, I think this notebook is pretty good, maybe I have a chance, I will come back in the future." Malfoy said, this book gave him the illusion of using a search engine, but it was inexplicable Familiarity and goodwill.
He guessed that this was the accumulated effect of generations of Ravenclaws. The students posed a problem, stumped the notebook, and then ostentatiously left the answer on it. Day after day, the knowledge of the book became more and more perfect. It has been settled down, and a little bit of derived intelligence has been added to create the current notebook.
"Oh, by the way, wait a minute." Luna thought of something in a daze, and then hurriedly walked to the door on the left, which was covered by a blue curtain. She opened the curtain and got in. go in.
Malfoy guessed it was Ravenclaw's girls' dormitory.
Sure enough, Luna soon changed into another outfit, and appeared in front of Malfoy again.
His expression suddenly froze, and he blinked, a little unbelievable, because he felt that if his eyes hadn't been spent, a super-sized corn cob was standing in front of him, and on top of it was Luna overflowing. smiling face.
The upper half of Luna's dress showed a dazzling golden yellow, covered with plump seeds, and I don't know what material it was made of, while the lower half of the skirt was made of some The cloth from light green to dark green was dragged long on the floor, which seemed to represent the bracts of corn.
"Do you think the Snork is attracted to me? I made this dress with my dad a long time ago. After he heard me that there might be a dance at Hogwarts, he used it with an owl. I sent it here." Luna smiled at this moment, turning her body around lightly.
"Is that why you were holding a piece of corn just now?" Malfoy's mouth twitched, wondering why the girl kept holding the food without taking a bite.
It turned out that it was used as a bait to attract the "curved-horned snoring beast".
"Your father is really versatile." Malfoy said half-truth, and he didn't know how to evaluate the thoughts of the father and daughter.
Appropriate is the best, since Luna and her daughter enjoy it, others have no 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 she might be thinking of her dead mother.
"In fact, I don't like dancing very much, and I never thought that anyone would invite me. Although you may not really want to invite me, it is more because of Miss Parkinson. If it is not for her, you should You won't come to 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's not enough?" Luna asked, tilting her head.
"You may be missing a bottle of corn-flavored perfume. If the Horned Snork really likes corn, then it's just a show." Malfoy shook his head contemplatively.
"It makes sense!" Luna jumped up and said excitedly, "But how do we get it?"
"Maybe we can try distillation. In this way, the fragrance may be preserved the most." Malfoy tried to give his suggestion, but he didn't mind leaving the girl some room for fantasy.
Some people think that reality is mature, they see through many things, and then take pleasure in piercing other people's yearning for the future or other beautiful things, but they don't know that this is the most disgusting behavior, and it seems that this can make them extremely rational .
I can't understand it, so please don't speak harsh words to each other. This is also exposing my superficiality and meanness.
The price of maturity may be painful, but it would not be a pity if more memories of those beautiful fantasies and struggles can be left before that.
"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, not daring to bully her anymore.