"Is Mist Sorcery powerful?"
As the three of them crossed the small square in Godric's Hollow, Luna asked Voldemort.
"It isn't particularly powerful, Luna, but it suits you very well."
As he answered, Voldemort looked at the building that resembled a war memorial. It had transformed into statues of three people:
A man with messy hair and glasses, a beautiful, kind-looking woman with long hair, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms.
"Are those Harry's parents? The people you killed?"
Luna suddenly stopped and gazed at the transformed statues.
"Yes."
Voldemort stopped, too, and took a careful look at the three figures.
He could barely remember what James Potter had looked like.
But he recognized Lily Potter, thanks to having entered Harry's dreams a few days earlier.
"What does it feel like to kill someone?"
Luna turned her head. Curiosity glimmered in her slightly bulging eyes.
"Nothing much."
Voldemort smiled at her, then shrugged and explained.
"When you use a spell to kill an enemy from a distance, it isn't very bloody, so... you don't feel much."
"What about the backlash from Dark Magic?" Luna pressed.
"You need to think that over carefully. But Luna, as long as you're not a good person and you don't kill people often, it won't affect you much."
After he finished speaking, Voldemort walked away from the square.
Neville hurried after him, his chubby body waddling along. Luna took one more look at the statues before following.
"Why won't you teach me powerful magic? Am I not suited for it?"
Luna caught up, asking with a little breathlessness.
"No. That particular branch just suits you better," Voldemort replied.
"Why?"
The little girl followed Voldemort with quick, short steps, asking one question after another.
"Because of your intuition." Voldemort stopped and looked at