I'm playing a big knife at HP

Luna Lovegood is a very special one among Marciana's many students.

She dressed up in strange clothes every day, often asked some weird questions, and always seemed absent-minded.She didn't take the Muggle Studies course in the third grade, but it suddenly appeared this year, and when Marciana asked her why she chose this course suddenly, Luna said in an ethereal voice: "I don't know."

Marciana choked.

Luna looked at her with those slightly protruding light-colored eyes: "I intuitively feel that I will learn something important from you this year."

Although choosing courses by intuition is a bit random, Marciana found that she is indeed a little witch with extremely strong intuition after familiarizing herself with it.For example, once after class, Luna asked her in a daze: "Professor La Rosa, you often wear black this semester, is it because you are mourning?"

Marciana was stunned by the question - she didn't even notice that she was choosing black robes more and more.She was stunned for a while before slowly answering: "It seems to be."

Luna nodded: "Indeed, what happened to Cedric is really sad. Qiu, who is in the fifth grade, has been mourning. She talks and laughs with many friends every day, but there is a lump on her head. The cloud has never dissipated." She thought about it again: "Do you think that Professor Snape wears black all the time because he is mourning?"

Marciana smiled. "I don't know. What do you think?"

"I used to think so. He seemed very sad, and there was a lot of bad luck around him. But in the past year or two, I'm not so sure." Luna said in a daze.

This child probably didn't know the past, so he could describe Snape as sad, and Marciana couldn't help but be moved.She said softly to Luna: "Even so, he will be angry if he hears you say that, but don't mention it in front of him."

Luna nodded seriously: "That's right. Anyone who hears a cloud of bad luck around them will inevitably be angry." After speaking, she left humming a weird little tune.

Another time, Marciana discovered that Luna had come to class barefoot.There was a smear on her face from nowhere, and her light blonde long hair was knotted and crooked on the top of her head, with some dust on it.Her strange appearance made several girls in the same class, Kaka, giggle.After class, Marciana couldn't help asking her: "Why don't you wear shoes? Isn't it cold?"

You must know that it is already November at this time, a thin layer of ice has formed on the Black Lake, and there is already frost and snow on the ground.Although there are fireplaces everywhere in the castle, the floor is still very cold, not to mention the mud on her feet, she might have walked outside.

Luna looked down at her feet, raised her head and said, "A little bit."

Marciana couldn't help but asked again: "Why don't you wear shoes?"

"I can't find my shoes. My stuff often disappears by itself. But it doesn't matter, they will eventually appear by themselves."

Marciana opened her eyes wide, then frowned—she knew that in boarding schools, teenagers with different temperaments and excess energy got along day and night, and some bullying inevitably happened.She could also guess what it might mean when something like this happened to a girl as independent as Luna... She was a bully, and even Umbridge knew that.

"Come with me." Marciana frowned and led Luna to the office.She asked Luna to sit down in front of the fireplace, turned around and went to her own lounge, and soon brought out a basin of warm water: "You soak your feet first, and tell me if the water is too cold or too hot."

Luna dipped her feet in the water, and then dipped her feet in it: "Just right." She looked at Marciana with her big, almost silver-white eyes: "It feels good."

Marciana went back to her bedroom, rummaged through the cabinets, and found a pair of flat calfskin boots, a pair of cotton socks, and a clean towel. She handed the towel to Luna, and pulled out her wand to make the socks and boots smaller. : "You... Try to see if the size fits you?" Seeing Luna looking at her in surprise, she added: "I haven't worn them all."

Luna dried her feet, put on the pair of red socks with gold stripes, put on the pair of brown boots, stood up and took two steps, and said, "It fits well and is very comfortable."

"Okay, I'll give it to you. Wear your shoes before they come back." Marciana looked at the little girl walking around with her head bowed, and couldn't help saying, "Luna, I can talk to Free Professor Wei mentioned that you will lose things."

Marciana knows that the teacher's intervention may not be effective, and in many cases it may even be counterproductive, but she still feels that she cannot sit idly by.

"Oh no," Luna said indifferently, "Anyway, they will come back sooner or later."

Marciana was genuinely surprised because there was no anger, no self-pity, not even a bit of pain on Luna's face.

She was excluded, mocked, and even brutally bullied by a teacher, but none of these left a scar on her body.Luna is just like her own name, like the moon hanging in the night sky, far away, and nothing on the ground can hurt her.

What a special kid.

"So, do you want me to reshape your shoes... um, to make them more to your liking?" Marciana suggested cautiously.

Luna glared at her, her protruding light-colored eyes even more protruding: "I like it?"

"Uh... Girls always have their own opinions on fashion..." Marciana found herself always a little embarrassed in front of Luna—her eyes were too penetrating, "Since the shoes are yours, how about Be what you like."

Luna's plain white face brightened up: "Is it okay? Then you might as well turn it into bright orange!" She touched the carrot earrings she was wearing, "It just matches my earrings, what do you think? ?”

"Okay." Marciana drew her wand, smiling and turning her boots a carrot-orange color. "Where are the socks?"

"Socks should be blue with bronze trim."

"Of course... Of course... Ravenclaw color matching." Marciana followed her words.

Luna looked at the pair of leather boots with great satisfaction, "Can you make a horned snoring beast on them?"

"...Okay. But I don't know what it looks like, so tell me."

"The ears are small, like a hippopotamus, but they are purple and have fur, and there is a single horn on the top of the head, which is of course curved..." Luna kept talking.

Marciana listened carefully to her description, and conjured up the animal Luna described in the air: "Is it like this? No? The purple is a little darker? Okay. Should the horn be smaller? Such a curvature... "

It wasn't until Luna nodded in agreement that she transformed the two horned snorers into small leather boots.Those two grotesque creatures lie on the upper of the left shoe, and the other hides in the heel of the right shoe. If they stomp their feet, they will stretch out and wake up for a walk, and even chase each other, running from the left foot. to the right foot, and back to the left foot from the right foot.

Now that pair of classic calfskin boots are no longer elegant and simple, and the color scheme is so bright that it can be called noisy, but Luna likes it very much.She puts it on, looks it around, stomps her feet to make the two horned snorers move, and giggles: "It's really good. Now it's my favorite shoe."

"That's good."

Luna suddenly raised her head and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

"No, I mean." Her voice was not in a daze at all, but she was very serious: "They—I mean my classmates—do not believe that the horned snorkel really exists. Although you It's a professor, but he listens to me and doesn't laugh at me."

Marciana propped her head up and smiled: "Even the professor can't know everything in the world. The professor only knows a little more than you in his own subject, but not necessarily in every aspect. How can you laugh at others?" She Wen Sheng said to the little witch: "People always find it hard to believe what they have never seen or heard. It is very difficult to convince others. Just look at Harry's current predicament."

Luna thought for a while, "You are right. But I believe in Harry Potter. I believe that the man who can't even mention his name is back."

"Yes." Marciana sighed softly, and said comfortingly, "At least Hogwarts can keep you safe. You go, the next class is about to begin."

Luna nodded and left.

Afterwards, Luna often wore those bright boots, and Marciana saw her and her classmates pointing out the pattern on them several times to teach them to recognize the Snork.The boots didn't "disappear" anymore, probably knowing that the teacher knew about it, and Luna's other things quickly reappeared.

Marciana couldn't help being a little worried about this child, but I don't know if it was because she was in the same situation as Harry during the Umbridge incident, or because she was one of the few students who firmly believed in Harry, Luna and Harry They made friends with each other, and they were especially close with Ginny, who was in the same grade.Ginny is a very different girl from Luna. She is lively, beautiful, and has a cheerful personality. She has a lot of brothers above her. No one will bully her at all—on the contrary, she is quite popular.With such a friend, Luna became much happier.

Only in this way did Marciana feel relieved—for children who are isolated and bullied, making one or a few friends who are willing to stand by your side is the best way to relieve the predicament.

To her surprise, she found that Snape also seemed to be secretly defending Luna - once she saw Snape chase away some senior girls who knocked Luna to the ground.Another time, she saw Snape frowning as if he was scolding Luna, but although his expression was fierce, what he said was not the case.

"Miss Lovegood, what kind of thing are you wearing?"

"Oh hello, Professor Snape. This..." Luna replied in a daze, "It's my carrot earrings."

"Carrot earrings?!"

"That's right." She continued with a singing tone, "Carrots can better connect me with the earth, get inspiration, and protect me from evil spirits."

Snape glared at her, but seemed to remember something interesting, and shook his head with a smile that wasn't exactly a smile: "Tsk. Carrot."

Several students nearby were scared by Snape's smile and ran away, while Luna stood there, still with a sleepwalking expression.

Snape put on a straight face, but he didn't find any faults or deduct points. He just glanced at Umbridge who was swaying towards them not far away, and said impatiently: "Hurry up, I want potions." Are you late for class?"

Umbridge has been busy lately.

In order to regain Fudge's favor, she worked extra hard to spy on Hogwarts, wandering around the castle all day long.Although no longer a high-level investigator and without privileges, she persuaded Fudge to pass a new education order--No. 20 Education Order No. Student gatherings of a "dangerous nature".Now she was on the prowl, trying to catch evidence that Dumbledore was instigating students against the Ministry of Magic - or so she had told Fudge.

Marciana was almost sure that Harry and his small group were practicing Defense Against the Dark Arts in private.Luna and Hermione often asked her for some practical spells, and Luna used the excuse of taking a Muggle studies class to spend the whole night in her office, asking spells one by one with a thick notebook-all attacks Defensive spells.

Marciana suddenly felt that she had become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts again, but the situation was such that she always felt that having the power to protect herself was better than not having it, so she still taught it with all her heart, and casually mentioned several practical defenses curse.Now Dumbledore spends more time on the affairs of the Order of the Phoenix, but he keeps Marciana, McGonagall, and Snape at Hogwarts, expecting them to protect the students. Especially Harry.Marciana has had a strange experience since she was a child, and was brought up by Moody. She has a very different way of thinking about what protection is - she deeply believes that the best way to protect a person is to let him have the ability to protect himself .

It's just that Marciana didn't expect that sometimes threats don't come from outside her body.

The author has something to say: bgm=Rusalka, Op.114:SongtotheMoon

Speaking of ostracism, I lived on campus when I was in middle school, and I was ostracized for some inexplicable reasons (actually, my personality is too withdrawn!!), and it was only after I made friends that I got better.But bullying is another story, alas.