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In Harris Tower, Penelope wiped the sweat from her face with a white lambswool towel and skipped lightly down the stairs. As she passed Hermione, who was seated on the living room sofa reading Umbrella reports, she even took the initiative to greet her. Her tone was relaxed and cheerful, practically buoyant, before she returned to her own room in the Tower to change clothes with a radiant smile.

This left Hermione thoroughly baffled. She watched Penelope's retreating figure, the gloom and depression she had shown before completely swept away. What good thing had happened to this woman? Had Luna finally found it too troublesome and deliberately let her win once?

Hermione sighed heavily. For a moment, she even envied carefree Penelope. Penelope must not have thought about Helena's situation, or she could not possibly have been in such a pleasant mood.

Her mind in turmoil, Hermione set the report in her hands aside. Earlier, she had used the busy affairs of Umbrella and the Ministry of Magic to temporarily put aside her countless thoughts.

But now, she could not help thinking of Allen. He had previously searched the Tower for books on making Magical Prosthetics, then gathered some materials and locked himself in the Detection Room on the top floor. Since he had gone out now, that meant he had finished making the finger bone Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood had used during Luna's resurrection ritual, hadn't he?

Hermione Granger thought again of Luna's true identity. They even had children between them, and then there was the Grey Lady, Hogwarts' House ghost... What position did she truly hold in Allen's life? What standing did she have in his heart? With Luna there, what exactly was she at Allen's side?

While Hermione was absent-minded, Luna, having finished showering in the Training Room,