"Luna..."
Every time she opened her eyes and saw this familiar home, Luna Lovegood would always hallucinate with scenes of that gentle figure still surrounding her.
Luna's father was an editor-in-chief of a magazine, The Quibbler. Just by the name, you could tell it was a publication that stood in opposition to mainstream discourse.
Unconventional, that was the label many people attached to Luna's father. And the woman who fell in love with such a man was naturally no ordinary person either.
She was a woman who was immersed in the beauty of magic, yet possessed a gentle and tolerant personality, capable of accommodating all of her husband's rough edges and 'unruliness.'
But as Roger's experiences had shown along the way, magic was a dangerous thing.
Without the precognitive ability to sense danger, Roger would have fallen countless times on the path of researching magic.
This world had never lacked people who loved magic since ancient times, but those who explored magic without the ability to sense danger mostly met unfortunate ends.
Some ended up in St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, while others...
"Let's go, we need to head to Diagon Alley," her father Xenophilius's voice called out.
"Mhm, I'll be right there." Hearing this, Luna concealed the slight sadness in her eyes and forced a smile onto her face.
Although she was only 11 years old, she had been very wise since childhood. She knew that her father was even sadder than she was about her mother's departure.
So, she rarely showed her other side in front of her father, doing her best to make the atmosphere at home more pleasant.
Soon, Luna changed into her going-out clothes and walked out of the house with her father.
Due to the cooperation matters between Germany and the British Ministry of Magic, the public opinion storm, which had originally ended due to judicial reform, became lively again.
This resulted in Xenophilius, as the editor-in-chief, having to work overtime for extended periods.
It wasn't until a few days before school started that he finally had time to accompany his daughter to buy the necessary items and textbooks for her Hogwarts enrollment.
Entrusting others? With his only precious daughter, Xenophilius couldn't possibly entrust her to anyone else.
Or rather, among the people he knew and could call upon, no one could bear his trust in such a manner.
Arriving at Diagon Alley, the father and daughter, like other families with young wizards around them, purchased textbooks, cauldron and other potion-making supplies, wands, school uniforms, and pets.
Pushing the cart filled with various odds and ends, Luna's smile was no longer forced like it was in the morning, but genuine.
For Luna, who was filled with curiosity and a love for all sorts of incredible things, the very act of being able to learn magic was a source of great joy.
Cherishingly stroking the wand in her hand, the moment she possessed it, Luna felt a step closer to her mother and the various legends in stories.
She was looking forward to it.
After entering Hogwarts, which carried the youth of all young wizards in Britain, what magical things would she encounter in these seven years? Everything that needed to be bought was almost done, only the final textbook remained.
That was the most and heaviest item, so it was usually bought last.
And just as Luna and her father were walking towards Flourish and Blotts, suddenly...
"Pestering Mites..." The creatures, invisible to others, began to increase in density.
And they were gathering in one direction.
Luna turned her head in that direction and saw that the usually sparse Pestering Mites were swarming in like a dark cloud covering the sky.
The scene made her think of a 'tornado' photograph she had seen before.
But only Luna could see this astonishing scene. In the eyes of everyone else, Diagon Alley was bathed in sunlight, with a gentle breeze, just like any other day.
And in her memory, there was only one person who could cause such a phenomenon.
The Seer, Roger! But he wasn't this exaggerated the last time she saw him? With a hint of curiosity, Luna handed the cart in her hands to her father.
"Luna, where are you going?!" Amidst Xenophilius's confused expression, Luna pushed through the crowd and walked forward.
She could sense creatures that others couldn't, and she knew who was behind her before they even approached.
Luna's 'intuition' was on a level far beyond other wizards.
As she continued to advance, moving from the outer edge of the 'tornado' towards the eye of the storm, Luna felt countless Pestering Mites sliding over her intangibly.
That faint, almost soul-piercing touch made her hair stand on end.
But unlike her usual encounters with Pestering Mites, these creatures, which should have brought distracting thoughts and made her feel agitated, were now conveying something else.
'Recognize everything about yourself.'
'Strengthen your will.'
'Become more powerful.'
They were still conveying some kind of information, but the information was no longer chaotic, meaningless stray thoughts, but possessed a common 'momentum'.
Although she could see the Pestering Mites, Luna didn't actually know how they were born or their specific ecology.
After all, she was only 11 years old this year; she wouldn't think of conducting very systematic biological research.
As a child, she preferred to observe everything from a fairy-tale perspective.
But at this moment, Luna suddenly realized something.
Everything had a root cause, just as she had parents, civilization had a lineage, and the universe did not appear out of thin air.
Pestering Mites burrowed into people's minds, spreading distracting thoughts and disturbing their minds, but these thoughts must have a root cause.
After all, Pestering Mites, like flies, didn't seem capable of complex thought.
Combining this with what was happening before her and everything she felt, Luna formed a guess.
Perhaps the root of the distracting thoughts spread by the Pestering Mites was the emotions and thoughts of humans that had dispersed into the void.
The Pestering Mites fed on them, transformed them into 'Mite Poison,' and finally reinjected them into people's minds.
The Pestering Mites she felt now were completely different from before, likely because...
Luna wasn't sure if her guess was correct, but at least Roger was an incredible person; that much was absolutely certain.
"Roger!" she called out, stopping Roger, who was walking ahead, lost in thought.
"Long time no see." As she trotted a few steps closer to Roger, the many Pestering Mites that had been swirling around her immediately scattered.
Although the surrounding Pestering Mites gathered as if to blot out the sky.
There wasn't a single Pestering Mite near Roger, as if there were an invisible chasm between them.
Roger also greeted Luna with a smile, "We last met in late autumn last year. How have you been? Have you prepared everything for school?"
Although they had only met once, Roger had a good impression of the child before him.
During the Fear Demon incident, as one of the few who knew the full picture, Roger had discussed confidentiality matters with her.
The fact that no rumors had surfaced in the past year was enough to prove that all parties had kept the secret completely, including this child, Luna.
Keeping a major secret was not easy even for adults, and the fact that an 11-year-old child could do so was proof of Luna's strong will.
"Yes, my father and I have bought almost everything."
"What about you? Did you come to Diagon Alley to buy..."
Pushing a trolley, Xenophilius squeezed through the crowd.
Xenophilius, who had been chasing after them, saw his daughter happily chatting with the young Seer who often appeared in the major newspapers.
Xenophilius's gaze deepened involuntarily.
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