"Buuurp."
A long while later, judging by the light filtering through the boards, it was already dusk. Su Er slumped in his chair without a shred of decorum, let out a long burp, and stared blankly at the ceiling.
He had eaten far too much.
Hermione had stopped eating a little earlier. Like a wife, she thoughtfully filled Su Er's glass with Pumpkin Juice. This was already his third glass.
But Su Er really could not take any more.
Harry looked stuffed too and was taking tiny sips of purple cranberry juice, as though that might make his overfilled stomach feel a little better.
Professor Lupin was slowly scooping off a piece of potato with a small spoon and slipping it into his mouth. Su Er noticed that, throughout the entire meal, Lupin had eaten only one small piece of meat and had not touched any of the rest, while the potatoes and leafy greens were nearly gone.
Meanwhile, Sirius Black, who had acquired a new role (that of godfather after meeting Harry), watched everyone's reactions with the kindly smile of an old father.
It had been a long time since he had experienced such a lively scene. More than a decade in prison and a life on the run, rummaging through rubbish bins for food whenever he was hungry, had left him especially content with this brief moment of peace.
The flames crackled in the fireplace. After resting for a while, Hermione took a serving of pudding drizzled with jam and ate it in small mouthfuls.
Suddenly remembering something, she sprang out of her seat and hurried over to the boarded-up window, where only a narrow gap remained, and peered outside.
Everyone's attention was drawn by Hermione's sudden movement. They watched her return to her seat with a troubled