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"That's definitely not! How could you have such an idea?!"

Deveraux looked at Luna with a smile on his face.

Luna raised her head slightly and tilted it, as if she was thinking about something seriously.

"Because... I don't know why, I always feel that there is that kind of tacit understanding between you... that only relatives can have. And you are always together, aren't you?"

Deveraux's mouth twitched, trying to suppress the complaints in his heart.

The images of him and Snape flashed through his mind: the freezing cold air in the cellar, the pungent smell of potions, and Snape's face that always said "I don't want to care about you".

If he could choose, he would rather have afternoon tea with Voldemort every day and talk about the art of black magic, rather than stay in the same room with Snape for more than half an hour.

But he obviously couldn't say this to Luna.

"We are just a master-disciple relationship, not as close as you think."

Deverot waved his hand, his tone seemed relaxed, but his eyes revealed a bit of helplessness.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and his expression suddenly became nervous.

"By the way! Don't write this in the magazine! Luna, I'm serious, this is not a joke!"

Deverot remembered the weird articles Luna had written in "The Quibbler" before.

Luna looked at his panic and raised her lips slightly, but she didn't smile.

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(Luna's perspective)

The sun was so bright that it was dazzling. The sky was always so bright that it made people panic during the three mornings when I was lying in the school hospital.

The first moment I woke up, I stared at the ceiling and thought blankly: Where is my father? It was not until I saw the photo on the bedside, he was standing next to me with a gentle smile, that I realized that I was really awake.

But I didn't seem to be very relieved, and my heart seemed to be covered with frost.

The sunshine, the smell of flowers and plants, the busy repairs outside the window, everything is so real, so real that it seems like an illusion.

It was not until just now that Deveraux came in that I said the first sentence in this period of time.

Deveraux.

He is the only person in Hogwarts who will listen to me.

He always stands quietly, like a tree, with drooping branches, but not blocking the sunlight.

I just chatted for a while, and I was a little happy, but I don’t know why I suddenly became silent.

Maybe I think it’s a very strange thing to suddenly become happy at this time... It’s also a strange thing that I would think so...

"Are you okay?" Deveraux's voice came from the side.

He held a cup of freshly brewed hot tea in his hand, with a hint of caution.

"I don't know."

I turned my head to look at him, my voice a little hoarse.

"You know, I killed him, right?"

Deveraux didn't say anything, but just silently put the teacup aside, with a complicated look as if he wanted to say something.

He is not often silent like this.

I stared at him, and a strange anger suddenly surged in my heart.

"What do you know? Do you know what I've become? Do you know how scared I am?"

Deverot didn't say anything, he just looked at me.

There was no blame or pity in his eyes, only a silent understanding, that understanding was like a lake, bottomless.

I suddenly felt like I was standing by the lake when I was a child, afraid of the reflection in the water.

I looked down at my fingers, the tips were thin and white, but they curled up unconsciously.

I remember that night, the cold light at that moment.

My teeth, nails, and even my blood no longer belong to me.

The tearing sound, the panting sound, and those eyes, eyes as blue as mine-until it dimmed.

I can't even remember if I cried at that moment.

I only remember that after I woke up in the school hospital, I didn't dare to touch the photo.

"Do you know what he once said was the most regrettable thing?"

I asked suddenly.

Deverot looked at me, waiting for me to continue.

"He said his biggest regret was that he couldn't watch me grow up and have my own family. He always said, Luna, you will definitely have a better future."

"But you do." Deveraux suddenly said, "You still have a future."

"But he's gone." I said softly, my voice as low as a feather, "He's gone."

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To be honest, Deveraux almost choked on his saliva when he heard Luna's sad words.

He tried to suppress the urge to complain in his heart and forced himself to put on a serious face.

"Oh my God, if I tell her that Mr. Lovegood is not dead, how will she react?"

He asked himself silently in his heart, and felt that the scene in front of him was even more difficult than the werewolf full moon.

Luna's eyes still stayed on the photo on the bedside, and her expression was solemn as if she was thinking about some cosmic philosophical problem.

She didn't say a word, as if the whole world had been isolated from her meditation.

Deveraux took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound sincere and steady.

"Luna, I'm going to tell you something. This may shock you a little, but I hope you can be mentally prepared. Also, please believe me, I'm not hiding anything from you on purpose."

Luna finally turned around, her eyes so calm that Deveraux was a little scared.

She nodded slightly.

"Go ahead."

Deveraux breathed a sigh of relief, thinking this seemed like a good start.

He cleared his throat and was about to speak when he heard a commotion outside the ward. It seemed that some patient was making trouble.

The corridor was filled with the sounds of nurses scolding and things falling to the ground, but Devereux decided to ignore the noise.

He looked at Luna again and continued.

"Actually, Luna, your father actually..."

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise outside the door, and Devereux was so scared that he almost swallowed the word "actually" back into his stomach.

He turned his head and looked at the door reflexively.

Before he could react, the door made another loud noise, and this time it was directly knocked open!

"Luna! My child, are you okay?!"

Accompanied by a loud shout, a man in an egg-yellow robe rushed into the ward.

His blond hair was as messy as if it had been blown by a storm, and the color and style of his clothes were so weird that people couldn't help but look at them a few more times.

This person was Mr. Lovegood.

He woke up!

(Update 1!)