In the Temple's Chamber of Secrets, the flames in the fireplace crackled, their dancing light making the room feel especially warm and cozy.
Allen sat on the sofa by the fireplace and set down the Crystal Ball from the inverted staff in his hand. "Aside from a bit of an accident when Scrimgeour came over, things went fairly smoothly for Albert and the others."
"Now look at this." Luna lay half-reclined across Allen's lap and handed him the book in her hand.
After flipping through it, Allen was a little shocked. He squeezed Luna's hand. "Back then... you had to get up this many times at night?"
Luna shook her head. "I only just found out Helga had to get up this many times at night too..."
Allen did not reply. The relaxed look he had worn after confirming his elder brother's operation had succeeded turned stern again.
As if they were in a relay race, the two kept turning the pages and letting out deep, helpless sighs. The more they read, the more irritated they became; from time to time, they simply tossed the book aside, only to pick it up again in dejected resignation and continue flipping through it.
Their voices drew Helena's attention from where she sat on the nearby armchair watching a Muggle television program. She and Nagini, who was coiled at her feet, were watching a program witches all liked. The female ghost liked staying by her parents' side in this way—but Helena had rarely seen her parents look so worried, especially after the news of the pregnancy had been announced by her parents to her parents' parents.
The female ghost propped her cheeks in both hands and asked in confusion, "Mother, Father, are you worried about something?"
"Baby Care Encyclopedia." Luna lightly rubbed her