“Miss Jonah truly has extraordinary talent.
To possess such powerful magical fluctuations at such a young age!”
“The Fawley family has a worthy successor!
Abrak, you really are fortunate!”
“Compared to that… ahem, Miss Jonah is the true pride of the Fawley family!”
Those deliberately lowered whispers, all directed at “Luna,” stabbed into Luna’s heart like needles.
She carried a tray and moved among the guests, offering them champagne and pastries.
Like a transparent person, she silently endured their gazes—some contemptuous, some sympathetic, and some taking pleasure in her misfortune.
Jonah stood at the center of the crowd, dressed in a pink princess dress, tightly clutching her Hogwarts acceptance letter.
A smug smile hung on her face as she accepted everyone’s praise.
From time to time, her gaze swept over Luna, filled with undisguised showing off and malice.
Luna’s eyes fell on the letter in Jonah’s hand, and her heart went numb.
Hogwarts… That had once been the place she longed for most.
When she was twelve, she had waited an entire day, yet nothing had ever arrived.
And now, Jonah was holding the glory that belonged to the eldest daughter of the Fawley family, enjoying blessings that should have included Luna as well.
Was this the “fairness” of pure-blood families?
Halfway through the banquet, Abrak tapped his glass, signaling for everyone to quiet down.
“Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend my daughter Jonah’s birthday banquet,” he said in a loud voice, deliberately filled with excitement.
“Today, there is another piece of good news I would like to share with everyone.
Jonah has received her acceptance letter from Hogwarts!”
He raised the letter in Jonah’s hand and displayed it for the guests to see.
“This proves that the bloodline of the Fawley family has never faded!
We remain one of the purest and noblest wizarding families!”
Thunderous applause broke out.
The guests raised their glasses one after another in congratulations, and the drawing room was filled with celebration.
Luna stood in the corner, looking at her father’s flushed, excited face, her mother’s triumphant smile, and Jonah’s proud expression.
All she felt was bitter irony.
For the sake of this “proof,” they could sacrifice a daughter’s dignity.
They could disregard the life of a house-elf.
They could wrap all their cold-bloodedness and hypocrisy in the name of “pure-blood glory.”
She could no longer stay there.
While everyone was cheering, Luna quietly slipped out of the drawing room and hurried toward the backyard.
The backyard was remote, with several old oak trees growing there and weeds covering the ground.
Usually, apart from the house-elves dumping garbage, almost no one came here.
Luna’s heart was pounding rapidly, but her steps were unusually firm.
She had to find Rabbi.
Even if… even if he was already dead, she had to bury him with her own hands.
After passing through the thick bushes, a faint, almost imperceptible smell of blood seemed to drift over.
It was not something she smelled with her nose, but rather a deeper instinct, one that made her stomach churn violently.
She stopped walking, her gaze falling beneath the oak tree.
There, a small figure was curled up.
It was Rabbi.
He was still wearing that old, tattered pillowcase, only now it was stained with dark red marks, like dried blood.
His body was stiff, his eyes tightly shut, and on one of his drooping ears, there was still that familiar little notch.
Luna’s breathing stopped in an instant.
She slowly walked over, crouched down, and reached out, wanting to touch Rabbi’s body.
When her fingertips fell upon him, all she felt was a cold, rigid stillness.
Nothing more.
He really was… dead.
That little elf who had always silently protected her, that Rabbi who would secretly give her bread, was now lying so quietly in the cold dirt, his own blood still staining his body.
Tears welled up without warning, blurring her vision.
Luna covered her mouth, refusing to let herself make a sound, but her shoulders trembled violently.
Her fingers searched over Rabbi’s pillowcase, as if she were trying to find something, or as if she were saying one final goodbye.
Suddenly, her fingertips touched something hard and papery.
It was not true touch, but rather the vague sense of “presence” that let her perceive it.
Carefully, she pulled the object out from inside Rabbi’s pillowcase.
It was an envelope.
An envelope made of parchment, stamped with the Hogwarts crest and sealed with green wax.
On the envelope, a line of words was written clearly:
To Luna Fawley
Luna’s pupils suddenly contracted.
This was… a Hogwarts acceptance letter?
For her?
How was that possible?
She was a Squib!
Hadn’t her father said that the Owl Post would never send her any more letters?
With trembling hands, she tore open the envelope and pulled out the parchment inside.
A familiar, elegant script came into view:
“Dear Miss Luna Fawley,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Enclosed is a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1st.
We await your reply by no later than July 31st.
Yours sincerely,
Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall”
It was real.
This acceptance letter was real.
Luna stared at the parchment in her hands, her mind completely blank.
Why?
Why, four years later, had she suddenly received an acceptance letter?
Was it because of the wand?
Was it because that wand, the one that had allowed her to possess magic again, had made Hogwarts’ magical detection system sense her existence?
Then Rabbi… what was this letter doing inside Rabbi’s pillowcase?
A terrifying thought struck her mind like lightning.
Could Rabbi have already known that she had received the letter?
Could his death be connected to this letter?
When Jonah said he had “angered her,” could it have been because Rabbi had discovered this letter?
Luna abruptly raised her head and looked toward the main house.
The faint sound of laughter drifted from the drawing room.
It was so piercing, so ironic.
Jonah.
It was Jonah.
It had to be Jonah!
She must have seen this acceptance letter meant for Luna and feared that Luna would steal away the “glory” that belonged to her.
That was why… that was why she had attacked Rabbi!
And Rabbi, that gentle little elf, had paid with his life to protect this letter, to protect her, the so-called “useless Squib”!
“Ah—!”
The anger and grief she had suppressed for far too long finally broke through the dam of reason.
Luna let out a heart-wrenching scream, her voice filled with despair and hatred.
She gripped the bloodstained acceptance letter tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.
In her pale gray eyes, the last trace of warmth vanished completely, leaving only icy flames that burned through her insides.
The Fawley family.
Abrak.
Isabella.
Jonah.
She would not let a single one of them go.
She would live on, carrying Rabbi’s share as well.
She would go to Hogwarts.
She would make everyone who had hurt her, everyone who had hurt Rabbi, pay the price!
Luna carefully picked up Rabbi’s body.
Although she could not feel its weight, it felt unbearably heavy.
“Rabbi, I’m sorry…” she whispered, her voice hoarse.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”
“But don’t worry.
I’ll live on for you.
I’ll go to Hogwarts.
I’ll become a powerful wizard.”
“I’ll make them pay in blood for what they’ve done.”
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