From Luna's words, it was clear not only how terrible Allen's current situation was, but also that she was not going in with any hope of victory. She obviously knew there was nothing more to be done, and meant to enter the Underworld with the same intention she had held when Allen had been sucked into the archway in their fifth year at the Ministry of Magic—trading her own return for Allen's safe return.
In an instant, the uneasy guesses the Harrises had been making were confirmed, and for a moment, it was hard for them to accept.
Albert, who had already been worrying about his younger brother all along, burst into tears at once. Like her husband, the equally emotional French witch held him and patted his back to comfort him, but she herself was sobbing too.
Owen's heart lurched. His deep eyes looked toward Luna with guilt, his fingers clenched tightly together. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.
Beside him, Emily bent forward slightly, her toes tapping the ground again and again. Little Sweet Bear, whose nerves had been stretched taut, narrowed her eyes; after hearing that at least Allen might be able to return, she had clearly breathed a sigh of relief.
Hermione pressed her lips together. She had obviously noticed Emily's expression, and then saw that Penelope's sharply arched brows had returned to their original position, while her tense face had also relaxed a little.
Hermione shook her head. She touched her belly and emphasized in a rather heavy tone, "This isn't a fundamental solution at all. Even if Allen can return safely this time, the Grim Reaper will definitely cause trouble again... and when that time comes, without Luna, I'm afraid we won't even be able to resist."
"Hermione is right!