Kreacher received Luna's reply and left in satisfaction.
Listening to the pop Kreacher made as he departed, Sirius Black felt his thoughts grow a little muddled.
He shook his head, finally freeing himself from his earlier panic.
It was then that he realized something...
Why had Luna reacted this way?
In fact, Sirius Black was not the only one. Everyone in the room, aside from Xenophilius and Kreacher, had similar doubts at that moment.
After all, they were all members of M.S.C. They had spent so much time together and held many meetings in this room, so they understood certain aspects of Luna better than Xenophilius did.
In Xenophilius's eyes, Luna was just like the pet name he always used for her—a flawless treasure.
Yet what kind of brilliance that treasure could shine with was something Xenophilius, her most devoted father, might not have seen clearly.
Especially when it came to Wizet's relationship with Luna. Xenophilius, who could only see them during holidays each year, probably had only a vague impression and could not truly grasp anything more.
Xenophilius's behavior at that moment also indirectly confirmed this.
Hearing what Luna had said to Kreacher, he let out a long breath. "Sweetheart, it's wonderful that you can think that way!"
Luna did not explain further. She simply gave Xenophilius a hug. "Dad, I know you're worried about me, but I'm really fine!"
Aberforth Dumbledore entered the room at that moment as well. He was carrying a tray too, with a full tea set neatly arranged on it, steam still rising from the spout of the teapot.
As Aberforth Dumbledore prepared the tea, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin exchanged a glance.
Before coming to this room, they had had a conversation with Aberforth Dumbledore.
At the time, they could clearly sense that