Amid warm applause and chorus after chorus of blessings, the sacred baptism presided over by Ravenclaw Temple came to an end.
This sort of ritual was actually still new to most wizards, not yet enough to bore them. Only those from Muggle-born families who were also religious felt somewhat impatient with the whole thing—they had thought becoming wizards would let them shake off such restraints, only to find that the Magical World had changed as well.
"These are the most outstanding children I've ever seen... Hey, Felipe, Frigga's name was chosen by my daughter Luna." Xenophilius tugged at the tassel on his hat, tilted his head up, and studied the two babies closely, smugly jiggling his leg. "She said she originally wanted to call her 'Friday'... I dare say she must have been bitten by a Garden Gnome at the time to possess such talent."
After saying that, Xenophilius pointed to Luna, who was with Helena on the other side.
Faced with this display of boasting that his daughter had given the child a goddess's name, the couple could only twitch their faces and count it as a smile. The husband and wife looked very similar just then, each with a wand laid across their lap. Unlike wizards, they were not yet used to putting their wands into their trouser pockets or wizard robes. Both of them were wearing black Umbrella-style wizard robes; the original deep-blue-and-bronze outfits issued by the temple had been directly swapped out by their daughter Penelope.
At this moment, Luna stood in a daze with Helena, watching the ceremony while leaning against a corridor pillar. Although she had come out, she seemed to have no intention of exposing her pregnancy.
She had not chosen to use her divine power to influence other people's minds, but had