All things are three at Hogwarts

At this moment, an extremely melodious tune sounded in Allen's ears.

Allen lowered his arms embracing the sky and sea, looked down, and saw Luna sitting on the rock, with her hands around her knees, humming leisurely.

Allen also sat down and listened quietly.

Amidst the accompaniment of the waves, Luna’s singing became even more ethereal.

"When the sun encounters a solar eclipse at noon,

Suddenly, there was darkness.

then,

Find peace in wandering,

Find happiness in indulgence,

When you finally get tired of it,

You want to start your life again,

in a way,

More worthy of the immortal soul,

Get inner peace,

The resurgence of life. "

The waves crashed against the rocks and the wind rustled the leaves.

Allen was surprised. For the first time in so many years, he felt real inner peace.

Time seemed to have been pressed on the pause button, and Allen was immersed in such a wonderful feeling and couldn't extricate himself.

However, time flies after all, and they must go back to attend the banquet.

"This is such a lovely place, isn't it?" Luna whispered.

"Yes, Luna." Allen turned back and glanced at the vast and deep sea with nostalgia.

In fact, Allen himself didn't know whether it was the sea or Luna's singing that made him completely relaxed.

Perhaps, both.

"Leaving here will make you uncomfortable, right?" Luna's big eyes stared at Allen again.

"Yes, what a pity!" Allen sighed and stopped again.

Although he has been going smoothly since his rebirth, the Occlumency that is always running and the fear of the unknown world in his subconscious have always existed.

Allen couldn't remember when he had such a relaxed and happy feeling. Maybe it was in the previous life?

"Things in the world are always like this." Luna's voice was extremely ethereal, but in Allen's ears, it was extremely comfortable.

"You have just found a pleasant place to stay, and a voice will tell you to get up and continue on your way, because the time for rest has passed." Luna gently fiddled with her long hair that was messed up by the wind.

"Do we have to go?" Allen asked Luna softly, as if he was also asking himself.

"It depends on your will, Allen. Your will determines your destiny." Luna looked at Allen with an expression that was both gentle and serious.

Neither of them spoke during the rest of the trip, but that kind of spiritual understanding made the distance between the two people get closer and closer.

Alan and Luna walked through the mountainside, onto the trails, through the courtyard, and returned to Luna's home.

When they entered the warm room, they couldn't believe their eyes.

The furniture was polished until it shined, and the vases were filled with flowers.

The bedrooms and living room have been tidied up as much as possible and made brand new.

The hall had been scrubbed, and the huge carved wooden clock, the steps and railings of the stairs had been polished until they shone like glass.

"Dad's not here." Luna stared and looked around.

From the direction of the kitchen, the sound of clicking and pinging came.

Luna took Allen and followed the sound.

This was the strangest kitchen Alan had ever seen.

The room is a standard round shape, and it feels like staying in a giant pepper shaker.

Everything is curved to match the walls: the stove, sink, and cupboards, and all are painted with flowers, insects, and birds in bright primary colors.

Mr. Lovegood, on the other hand, stood in front of the stove, waving his wand.

With his crazy expression, it was as if he was not cooking delicious food, but conducting a symphony with passionate melody.

"Ah, you're back! It's getting late. Fortunately, I prepared enough ingredients."

Mr. Lovegood jingled all over and exclaimed happily.

Later, Luna and Alan were assigned to set the tableware.

In the dining room, the plates on the sideboard sparkled.

When the dishes carefully cooked by Mr. Lovegood were placed on the long dining table by the two of them, and all the cups, dishes and utensils were neatly placed, the room gradually became lively.

Guests attending the banquet arrived one after another.

At this time, the hall was full of people and filled with a happy atmosphere. The gentlemen's deep tones and the ladies' silvery voices blended together.

Above all this could be distinctly heard the loud, cheerful voice of Mr. Lovegood, welcoming witches and wizards to the house.

Everyone was chatting while tasting the exotic delicacies on the long dining table.

"Ha, Xenophilius! These foods of yours are indeed novel and delicious. The sales of this special issue of the magazine should be very good. Have you thought about printing more?"

Allen looked around and saw that the wizard who was speaking looked like a gentleman. His hair was quite white, but his eyebrows and beard were still black, which made him look like a distinguished elder.

"Mr. Eshton, if you are willing to invest, we can print as many copies as you like."

Mr. Lovegood looked eagerly at the imposing wizard.

"Haha, Mr. Lovegood, your food is indeed good, but we will discuss the investment later. Today is a banquet, and we will not discuss business."

Mr. Eshton had completely forgotten that it was he who had proposed the printing in the first place.

"He won't invest." Luna whispered in Allen's ear.

Allen looked at her doubtfully.

"He just enjoyed the pleasure of my dad asking him for help." Luna calmly poured herself and Allen a strange-colored drink.

Allen looked at the frighteningly thick green liquid and asked strangely, "What is this?"

"Gillgrass juice, my favorite." Luna looked at Allen expectantly. This was the first time she shared her favorite drink with a friend.

Looking into Luna's expectant eyes, Allen couldn't bear to refuse and took a sip.

A stream of cool liquid slid over the tip of the tongue and flowed into the throat.

A slightly bitter yet very sweet taste occupied Allen's throat. It made him feel like he was on the green grass after the rain, very comfortable.

"What a nice drink!" Allen praised, couldn't help but take another sip and taste it carefully.

When the last guest left the Lovegood house, Mr. Lovegood sank into a leather chair in front of the fire.

It seemed that his brows revealed not only fatigue, but also a hint of sadness.

"Dad, is no one willing to invest?" Luna walked over, knelt down, and gently leaned her head on her father's arm.

Mr. Lovegood shook his head sadly.

Allen walked forward gracefully, "Mr. Lovegood, maybe I can solve your troubles."

Mr. Lovegood raised his head in surprise, as if he had just noticed Alan, and looked at him in surprise.