You're All My Wings! Could You Really Bear to Leave Me One Wing Short?! (Continued)

Ariana was only a little older than when she had "died."

She looked to be only eighteen.

Overall, she was almost exactly the same as Aberforth remembered her.

That kept Aberforth from feeling too much of a disconnect.

"Yes... It's really nice to be able to stay like this."

Ariana gently stroked the inconspicuous ring on her right index finger.

The Ring of Strength had shielded her from the power of time, allowing her body to remain young for longer.

However, when Black had given her the ring, he had warned her.

She must never tell anyone about it.

Not even her brother.

The empty plates in front of Black had already been stacked high.

Still, he was finally full.

"Y-you... Why did you suddenly turn into such a glutton?"

Hermione stared at the plates before him in shock.

"Cough, cough. There wasn't much food on each plate, so I actually didn't eat that much. It just looks like a lot, really..."

Black forced out an explanation between burps.

Well, although his appetite was nowhere near as shocking as it had been last night, it had still grown considerably.

Hermione wasn't exactly wrong to call him a glutton now.

Seeing Black's evasive gaze, Hermione sighed.

"Fine. If there are things you aren't comfortable talking about, I won't ask."

"Now, I should head to the Library."

After packing up her books, she stood with her heavy schoolbag on her back.

Hermione wasn't the sort of gossip girl who had to know everything.

Besides, she truly didn't have the energy to worry about Black's affairs right now.

She... had a great many assignments to finish...

Black had sharp eyes. With a single glance, he noticed something like a necklace hanging around her neck.

But Hermione had tucked it inside her clothes.