Qualification

"Good girl, drink some hot tea, then go take a bath in a little while. Don't be afraid. You're safe now." In Harris Tower, Morgan le Fay directed the warm black tea to fly in front of Hermione and Luna and poured each of them a cup—Allen's mother had already grown used to ignoring Luna's true identity.

"Thank you, Mrs. Harris." Hermione forced a strained smile at Morgan le Fay. Her hair was disheveled, and she looked rather battered. After taking a polite little sip of tea, she set the cup aside. Her fingers could not help tapping against the sofa as she stared somewhat blankly at the clock hanging in the living room.

Luna handed Hermione the Gillyweed Juice ice cream she had originally prepared for Allen. "Baal won't get another chance."

Distracted, Hermione took the ice cream without thinking and ate a bite without looking closely. A jolt immediately ran through her entire body, and only then did she realize she had just eaten ice cream in winter... and the flavor was far too strange. Feeling as if her brain had been frozen, she grimaced and clutched the bridge of her nose, trying to ease the icy ache in her skull.

"Luna, I was just thinking. That Devil clearly could have killed me, but he deliberately delayed and didn't act. And he read the contents of the deal out loud, as if he wanted someone to notice the loophole in it, yet at the time he used intimidation to pin me in place, so I had no chance to say anything. He even caused Pope and Pluto to lose their lives." Hermione swept all her messy hair back behind her head and leaned forward. "And according to the information we got, it was clearly You-Know-Who who made the