Why Does Ariana Talk So Much Like Me?

"Can you feel it? The warmth of my hand." Ariana smiled shyly.

At that moment, Ariana looked exactly like the shy young girl in that oil painting.

"Yes! I can feel it! You're alive! You're still alive!"

Aberforth wept with joy, jumping up and down in excitement like a mad old man.

On the other side, Dumbledore, who was also holding Ariana's hand, had gone completely still.

What a warm hand...

This... wasn't a dream! Ariana really was alive!

"That's wonderful... You really, really didn't die."

"I want to say... I'm sorry... I'm truly sorry..."

"That day, I really didn't mean to..."

"You have no idea how deeply I regretted it..."

Dumbledore rambled on and on, completely unlike the Dumbledore who had always remained calm and composed.

Black stood to one side, quietly watching the three of them laugh and cry as they reminisced.

His sharp gaze swept over Ariana's hand.

Then, he easily noticed the ring on Ariana's finger...

Black felt the tremor of the One Ring hidden on his own hand!

That was right... it really was a Ring of Power!

A Ring of Power he had absolutely no memory of!

That could only mean one thing...

This ring had come from his future self!

"So... I was behind this too..."

"Still, it really does sound like something I'd do..."

Black could not help letting out a soft sigh.

"But just how many eras did I end up visiting in the future? Why am I everywhere?"

"Damn it... I'm starting to worry that I won't be able to get back..."

Thinking of that, Black felt a little frustrated.

If he had a choice, of course he did not want to travel through time.

If he could not return, would that not mean he would never see Cassandra and