Voices rose in discussion in the Chamber of Secrets inside Ravenclaw Temple, high above Hogwarts Floating City.
Allen and Luna were leaning side by side, looking at a shallow Stone Basin like a Pensieve set on the stand before them. The rim was carved with patterns similar to the decorative flourishes on the Devil's Contract, though these were hymns praising Ravenclaw, adding a touch of splendor and mystery to the Stone Basin the temple used to hold holy water.
At this moment, the clear water filling the Stone Basin was also like that of a Pensieve. Luna's left index finger was extended into it, and under the probing of divine power, the reflection revealed in the basin showed the current situation inside Nurmengard Prison.
"Compared with last time I saw him, Tom seems to have gotten a little stronger... Looks like he may have found a way to absorb more souls?" Watching Voldemort in the basin pull out the stone spike and reveal a savage grin as he beat at the flames, Allen lightly flicked the Stone Basin with his finger.
"Are you worried?" Luna asked vaguely. "Going over? Those two old men look like they're already no match for Voldemort."
"If they want to, running away still shouldn't be a problem... Dumbledore's spellcasting just now should already have prepared for that. It's not exactly convenient for me to go over directly, either. That's the only way those two old men will have a chance to spend their twilight years outside prison..." Allen shrugged, then pointed at a draft flyer pinned beneath a Raven Feather Quill on the table nearby, making it float into his hand before he put it into his pouch. "Besides, I need Tom to cooperate with me a little lately, so we need to give Tom