Lucius was in a good mood because everything was going according to plan.
Had the plan said anything about killing two Muggle-born wizards?
They weren't Pure-bloods. Why should he care?
As long as things were on track, everything was still moving in a favorable direction.
Most importantly, neither the Dark Lord nor the Horcrux had been found by old Dumbledore. Wasn't that the best possible outcome?
After happily finishing breakfast, he was about to spend some time in the library when a figure caught his attention.
It was Luna. Of course he knew the girl; he had chosen her himself.
On any other day, even if he saw Luna, he wouldn't have paid her much attention.
After all, this was Dumbledore's territory. It was best to be careful.
But Luna looked completely different today:
Her eyes were fierce, and she strode along with purpose.
Even more frightening, the wand kept swaying between her fingers.
Heaven help him. After more than ten years at Voldemort's side, how could he not know what that swaying wand meant?
Whenever he was about to act, whether to kill or torture someone, he would first swing his wand for a while.
It was like a diner waiting for a delicious meal, playing with the knife and fork in his hands.
But the problem was, was she really going to act so openly?
Even if she was going to do it, couldn't she at least disguise herself?
Several times before, when he'd seen Luna, he'd clearly sensed the Dark Lord's presence in her eyes.
But back then, "Luna" had still disguised her posture.
Now, though, she gave Lucius the impression that she had given up disguising herself entirely.
Wait.
You're a Horcrux, aren't you?
You're not the Dark Lord, are you?
What on earth were you