When Luna came over to Iris,
her gaze naturally shifted to the photograph in Iris's hands.
She had seen this photograph before. It was the portrait that had been placed face-down on the crude bookshelf.
Back then, she had thought there was something wrong with the look in Iris's mother's eyes, but looking at it now, there was indeed a subtle change.
Previously, she had felt that the woman's gaze was asking her for help.
Now, however, it looked more like a hunter staring at prey.
If an ordinary person had looked at them that way,
Iris and Luna would definitely have sensed their malice.
But this was probably the only remaining image of their relative.
Subconsciously, they ignored that hint of unease.
As for what happened next, Cypher truly wanted to cover his face with one hand. He could not bear to watch any further.
Iris said she wanted to keep the photograph.
Though Luna desperately wanted it too, she ultimately held herself back.
This was Deputy Headmaster Fergus's office. These things should have belonged to Iris as her inheritance.
Iris put the photograph into a locket, took off the compass, and gave it to Luna.
Then she put the locket around her neck...
At that point, Cypher withdrew from the memory scene and returned to reality.
In reality, it was already the night of the fifth day since Iris had been shut inside this office.
Cassandra had just taken over Luna's position.
She entered the depths of Iris's mind to keep her company and ease her boredom, while using her Patronus to maintain the barrier so Iris could rest.
Luna rose and stretched, loosening her slightly tense muscles. Just as she sank into the sofa,
she delightedly discovered Cypher climbing out of bed, his eyes gleaming.
"What