bacchusnovels Chapter 240 Keeping Luna's Sweet Smile Forever
Chapter 240 Keeping Luna's Sweet Smile Forever
Chapter 240 Keeping Luna's Sweet Smile Forever
The image of him on the knife's surface is that of a completely different person.
He looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with an ordinary face, not particularly old, but compared to the vigor of young people, he had more composure and restraint.
It was only then that Sean remembered that before losing consciousness, he had subconsciously taken out and put on a disguise mask from his system inventory.
Looking back now, it was undoubtedly the right move.
Based on events that occurred two years later, Xenophilius was clearly meeting him for the first time. If Xenophilius had seen his true appearance at that time, it would have been a paradox.
This means he has to help Xenophilius modify his memories.
He really didn't want to do that to people he could call friends.
However, in any case, Sean doesn't feel that he's reached the point where he can be called "uncle".
Sean smiled slightly and put the cleaver back in its place.
As he began cooking, he reached out, intending to use a cleansing spell to wash the vegetables on the cutting board.
To his surprise, he found that the flow of magic in his body had become sluggish, as if an invisible resistance was hindering him.
Sean frowned, focused, and tried again, but... the Cleansing Charm didn't seem to work as expected.
The vegetable leaves on the cutting board were still covered with dirt and water droplets, showing no signs of being purified by magic.
The cleansing spell...failed?
How is this possible?!
Since he learned this spell in his first year of school, he has never stumbled on this beginner spell.
Undeterred, Sean tried again, but the result remained unchanged.
In a fit of anger, he pulled out his wand from his pocket.
He tapped his wand lightly, and with a spell to "clean up," the cutting board finally changed.
However, this change made his heart tighten.
The magic was too weak; it only lightly washed away some of the dirt and vegetable leaves on the cutting board, failing to achieve the desired effect at all.
In that instant, Sean felt as if he had returned to the moment when he first received the wand.
Back then, the sky was blue, the water was clear, and there were very few cars and tall buildings in the city... or so it seems.
Sean was certain that his spellcasting skills were now on par with Weasley's.
The Weasley mentioned here refers to Ron Weasley, who is currently in his second year of high school, not Percy Weasley.
When Sean realized that the situation might be beyond his expectations, he summoned the system in his mind without any hesitation.
The result was just like his staffless spellcasting earlier.
There was nothing in front of him but a pile of unwashed vegetables.
As expected...
The system also stopped working.
one second.
two seconds.
three seconds.
Sean accepted the reality in just three seconds—the system was broken and his body was experiencing some problems. Although he didn't know exactly what the problems were, he had some vague guesses in his mind.
First, the problem with the cheat codes is likely related to the fact that the cheat codes are not currently enabled in the timeline.
This is the only reason he can think of right now.
As for the current state of his body, he was certain that it had no direct connection to his magic level three years ago.
First, in time travel, each version of oneself in each timeline is independent and not bound by one's own body in the current timeline, a fact that has been confirmed by countless individuals.
Secondly, what convinced him of this was that three years ago, he was nowhere near as bad as he is now.
Thinking of this, Sean breathed a long sigh of relief.
This means that if he finds the specific cause of his illness and treats it, he can directly restore his strength without having to go through the same three years of treatment.
This saved him a lot of time.
Sean has a strong ability to learn.
He accepted his current situation very easily.
His threshold for accepting information was only temporarily raised after he realized he had returned to three years ago.
After all, he has already returned to three years ago, so what is impossible for him?
Most importantly, even if he chooses not to accept it, the facts will not change according to his will, nor will they change in any way.
Then why torture yourself?
While we were discussing philosophy, Sean had already decided to wash the vegetables on the cutting board by hand.
He turned on the tap, and the water gushed across the cutting board, washing away the dirt and dust from the vegetable leaves.
"It's been a long time since I've washed vegetables like this," Sean muttered to himself.
Since he became proficient in using spells, he has almost never done troublesome things like washing vegetables himself.
He always relied on spells and incantations to make all the trivialities of life easy and quick.
In retrospect, this "lazy" approach is disrespectful to the ingredients.
According to Food Wars!, you can't make satisfying food if you don't respect the ingredients.
And this kind of food, naturally, will not emit light.
Sean carefully washed each leaf of vegetable, feeling the water flow through his fingertips and experiencing the long-lost satisfaction of doing it himself.
About five minutes later, Sean finished washing the vegetables.
He gently dried his hands with a towel, then turned and walked towards the kitchen cabinet.
He opened the cabinet door, inside which were neatly arranged various cooking utensils and seasonings.
This is not surprising, given the Lovegood family's remote RV location, it seems they only have the option of cooking for themselves.
But... he always had a question.
In remote areas like RVs where there are no water pipes, how do the faucets produce water?
Or... how do those villas deep in the mountains, often seen in American horror TV shows, get electricity?
Does it have its own engine and water pump?
Sean pondered these strange questions, then took a stew pot from the cupboard and placed it on the stove.
A fire spell was cast, and blue flames instantly leaped up, illuminating the bottom of the pot.
He then poured a suitable amount of olive oil into the pot.
Once the oil is hot, gently place the chopped vegetables into the pan.
With a sizzling sound, the aroma of vegetables instantly filled the entire kitchen.
Sean gently stirred the vegetables with a spatula, making sure each leaf was heated evenly.
Next, he took out some seasonings, carefully sprinkled them on the vegetables, then covered the pot and let the vegetables simmer slowly in the stew pot.
He stood in front of the stove, patiently waiting, occasionally lifting the lid and gently stirring with a spatula to ensure the vegetables wouldn't burn.
As time went on, the aroma in the stew pot became increasingly rich.
As Sean turned to get the cutlery from the cupboard, he bumped into something soft and then heard a soft "Ouch."
He immediately realized that he had accidentally bumped into someone.
"I'm sorry, I didn't notice you were here." Sean quickly apologized, turned around, and found Luna standing behind him, holding a somewhat old-looking book in her hand.
"It's alright, Uncle Huck," Luna said with a smile. "I just happened to be walking by and wanted to see what you were doing."
It smells so good!
As she spoke, Luna took a deep sniff of the fragrance that filled the air.
Sean nodded. "Yes, it's a stew I'm trying to make. I hope it tastes as good as it smells."
As he spoke, he gently stirred the food in the pot with a spoon, and the steam carrying a rich aroma wafted out.
Luna's eyes lit up, clearly intrigued by the stew. "That sounds interesting! I've never seen anyone cook here before, especially stew. Can you tell me what's in it?" She flipped through the old book in her hands, seemingly in no hurry to leave.
For a chef, it's always a pleasant thing to have people interested in one's little experiments.
"Of course, it has chicken, potatoes, carrots, and some herbs for flavor. Simple but comforting food, perfect for this kind of weather." Sean pointed out the window, where a light drizzle had started to fall from the overcast sky.
Just as the two were talking, the pot lid next to them made a sound.
Sean gently lifted the lid of the pot, and a burst of heat, accompanied by an even richer aroma, wafted out, making one want to take a deep breath and inhale all of this fragrance into their chest.
"Wow, this looks amazing!" Luna exclaimed, taking a few steps closer and fixing her gaze on the enticing, steaming stew. The vibrant colors of the vegetables and the tender texture of the chicken created a mouthwatering dish.
Sean smiled, scooped out a small portion of the stew with a spoon, put it in a bowl, and handed it to Luna. "Here, have a taste. Hopefully, it'll meet your expectations."
Luna took the bowl, smiled gratefully, and then carefully took a bite.
Instantly, her eyes lit up. "This is absolutely delicious, Mr. Huck! You're a wonderful chef!"
When Sean returned to the restaurant carrying the dishes, followed by his little tagalong Luna, the Lovegoods had already been waiting there for quite some time.
Almost identical to Luna, Pandora is also holding a book in her hand.
If Sean wasn't mistaken, it was a book about potion making.
When Sean brought the dishes to the table, Pandora naturally put down the book she was holding.
And so, a warm and joyful dinner began.
As dinner was drawing to a close, the rain outside intensified, and Xenophius suddenly made a suggestion.
"Mr. Hack, judging by the rain, it's unlikely to stop tonight. And since you've just recovered from a serious illness, you can't stand the cold. Why don't you stay here for the night? We can continue our conversation about magical creatures, or anything else you'd like to discuss."
Sean was just wondering how to ask Xenophilius for a place to stay when Mr. Lovegood kindly offered to do so.
He felt a surge of gratitude and quickly nodded in agreement: "Thank you so much, Mr. Lovegood. I really didn't expect the rain to be so heavy, and I'd also love to continue our conversation about magical creatures. If you don't mind, I'd really like to stay."
Pandora smiled and welcomed him, "Of course not, Mr. Hack. Make yourself at home, especially on a night like this. Luna, go and prepare a guest room for Mr. Hack."
Luna happily agreed, and she led Sean to a warmly decorated and comfortable guest room.
The room was furnished with books and decorations related to magical creatures, clearly Luna's favorite place to spend her time. "I hope you like it here, Mr. Hack," Luna said excitedly. "If you need anything, just let me know."
Sean looked at Luna gently. "Thank you, Miss Lovegood. It's very nice here, and I really appreciate your hospitality."
After settling in, Sean and the Lovegood family sat around the fireplace in the living room and continued their conversation.
They talked about all sorts of amazing creatures, from common owls to rare unicorns, and every topic was full of fun and wonder.
The sound of rain tapping on the window added a peaceful and warm atmosphere to their conversation.
The conversation didn't end until midnight.
Sean returned to his room, lay on his bed, stared at the ceiling, and fell into deep thought about his current situation.
He now has no money, no place to live, and no magic powers, making his life extremely difficult.
Of course, he had other options—returning to the Muggle world.
Whether it's his intellect or his current level of magic, making a living easily wouldn't be a problem.
But what can that change?
He returned to three years in the past from three years in the future, not simply to fill his stomach.
His primary goal upon returning was to investigate the truth behind the series of events that occurred three years later, and to find the mastermind behind his framing.
Spending three years in the Muggle world will not help you in the three years from now.
When the time came, he returned to three years later, and he still ended up in the Ministry of Magic's restroom, and still had to face that hearing.
Running away solves nothing.
Moreover, the Muggle world offers no help in restoring his magic.
His top priority right now is to restore his magic power as soon as possible.
Only when his magic is restored will he have enough confidence to achieve his goal.
To restore magical power and investigate the abnormalities in one's own body, it would obviously be more convenient to do so in the magical world.
This brings us back to the original problem: he had no money, no place to live, and no magic.
How will he be able to make a living in the magical world?
His past life experiences have already shown him his path.
That means returning to his old ways and making money through his own stories—this is his most proficient skill for making a living.
That's how he got to where he is today, step by step, relying on his own story.
This would present him with a new problem.
Since he couldn't recall any writer rising to prominence during those years, he could only create works on the premise of not altering the course of history.
This also means that he cannot publish or publish his articles in major publishing houses or magazines.
Similarly, he had to try his best to change his writing style and lower his own level.
Then I thought about my current situation.
It seems there's no better choice than Xenophilius's Quixote.
According to his understanding.
"Singing the Dissent" is a very niche genre, with its subscriber base limited to a small segment of the population.
Even if he writes something groundbreaking or unconventional, it's unlikely to attract much attention.
And this would give him a reason to stay by Luna's side.
In fact, this was also part of his personal motives.
He wanted to know what exactly caused Luna's different attitude and high level of affection towards him three years later.
He had always been curious about this.
Furthermore, he still harbors a somewhat unrealistic idea in his mind.
That is:
Try to preserve Luna's sweet smile.
She looks so cute when she smiles with her crescent-shaped eyes, isn't she?