“Isn’t that the Squib?”
“How dare she show up here?”
“What is the Fawley family doing?
They actually let a Squib ruin the banquet…”
Whispers spread through the crowd like a tide, filled with undisguised contempt and curiosity.
The pure-blood nobles frowned, covering their noses and mouths with handkerchiefs, as if Luna carried some filthy disease.
In their eyes, a discarded child of a family who had been deemed a Squib did not even have the right to appear on such an occasion.
Abrak finally snapped out of his shock.
The moment he saw Luna, his expression twisted into something savage.
He struggled to climb up from the floor, his chest still aching faintly from the spell that had struck him earlier.
The look he gave Luna seemed ready to spew fire.
“Luna!
Who let you in here?
Get out!
Today is Jonah’s special day.
Don’t stand here being an eyesore!”
Isabella had also broken free from her restraints.
Her sapphire-blue gown was covered in dust, and her hair was disheveled.
Clutching her aching wrist, she shrieked, “You useless thing!
You Squib!
Are you itching for another beating?
Just watch me break your legs!”
Their scolding was sharp and cruel, exactly like the countless reprimands Luna remembered.
In the past, Luna might have shrunk back, lowered her head, and endured it all in silence.
But now, she simply stood there quietly.
Her calm gaze swept over their distorted faces, as if she were looking at two clowns making fools of themselves.
“I came here to deliver a ‘gift.'”
Luna’s voice was very soft, yet it carried a strange penetrating force, drowning out the sound of the rain and the murmurs around her.
It reached everyone’s ears with perfect clarity.
She turned slightly, revealing the rain-soaked ground behind her.
There, wrapped in a tattered piece of cloth, lay a small, stiff figure.
It was Rabbi.
The sheet had been soaked through by the rain, and faint dark-red stains could be seen through it.
That was dried blood.
“Whoa—”
The crowd instantly erupted.
“That’s… the corpse of a house-elf?”
“My heavens!
She actually brought something like that in here!”
“How disgraceful!
This is simply an insult to a pure-blood family!”
Avery Rosier covered his nose, his expression livid as he took a step back.
“Abrak!
Control your daughter!
Something that filthy should be thrown into the Forbidden Forest to feed the wolves!”
The other nobles immediately chimed in, accusations and curses rising one after another.
In their eyes, the life of a house-elf was worth less than dust.
For Luna to bring Rabbi’s corpse into the banquet was an unforgivable provocation.
Yona hid behind Abrak.
When she saw Rabbi’s body, her little face instantly turned pale, and a trace of panic flashed through her eyes.
But it was quickly replaced by anger.
She poked her head out and screamed, “You lunatic!
You Squib!
Get that dirty thing out of here!
Otherwise, I’ll have Father throw you into Azkaban!”
“Dirty thing?”
Luna laughed, and there was a bone-chilling coldness in that laughter.
“Compared to demons like you wearing human skin, Rabbi was a thousand times, ten thousand times cleaner.”
She slowly raised her right hand.
In that hand, she held a pitch-black wand.
Under the dim light, the wand gave off a cold, hard gleam.
There were still a few flecks of mud on its surface from the backyard.
The instant Luna gripped it, a familiar surge of magic spread along her arm and throughout her entire body, carrying an icy resolve as it rushed through her veins.
“How does she have a wand?”
“A Squib holding a wand?
Is she trying to pretend she’s a witch?”
“How ridiculous…”
The mocking voices rose once again.
Even Abrak let out a disdainful sneer.
“What?
Do you think holding a broken piece of wood makes you a witch?
Luna, let me tell you this: even if you’re holding a wand, it won’t change the fact that you’re a Squib!”
In the wizarding world, it was an ironclad rule that Squibs could not use magic.
They might be able to see magic and come into contact with magical objects, but they could never draw out the magic within their bodies, much less cast spells.
Abrak was certain that Luna was merely making one final struggle, trying to attract attention in this way.
Luna ignored their mockery.
Her gaze passed over the crowd and landed precisely on Jonah, who stood behind Abrak.
In her light gray pupils surged pain and hatred that had been suppressed for far too long.
“Impedimenta.”
She softly spoke the incantation and flicked her wrist.
There was no flashy movement, no exaggerated buildup.
Only an invisible barrier, like a cannonball fired from its barrel, struck Abrak squarely in the back.
Bang!
Abrak let out a miserable scream.
His large body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, slamming heavily into the pillar at the center of the banquet hall before sliding to the floor, unconscious.
The entire world seemed to freeze at that moment.
The murmurs stopped abruptly.
Everyone stared at Luna in utter disbelief, as if they were seeing her for the first time.
That spell just now… was real!
A girl who had been declared a Squib had actually cast a complete spell?
And its power was not weak at all?
Jonah completely panicked.
She looked at her father lying unconscious on the floor, then at Luna, who held a wand with icy eyes.
Fear wrapped around her heart like vines.
She wanted to run, but her legs had gone weak.
All she could do was watch helplessly as Luna walked toward her step by step.
“Y-you… don’t come any closer!” Jonah’s voice trembled uncontrollably, and tears poured out despite herself.
“Mother!
Mother, save me!”
But Isabella had already collapsed to the floor in fright from the chaos earlier.
At this moment, she was both shocked and terrified, without even the strength to stand.
All she could do was let out meaningless whimpers.
Luna approached one step at a time.
Each step landed on the wet floor, leaving behind a faint footprint.
Her silver hair fell loosely over her shoulders, dampened by the rain and clinging to her cheeks, like a painting full of sorrow and resolve.
“Jonah,” Luna said calmly, yet her voice carried a chilling coldness that made one’s hair stand on end, “do you remember?
When we were little, you always liked taking my things.
My doll, my bread, my room… I gave them all to you.”
Jonah shrank back and shook her head, shouting incoherently, “You’re a Squib!
Those things were supposed to be mine anyway!”
“Yes,” Luna said with a faint smile, but that smile was filled with endless sorrow.
“Later, I became a Squib.
You all said the Fawley family didn’t need two daughters, and it certainly didn’t need a Squib.
I believed it.
I washed your clothes, cooked your meals, cleaned your room, and took the blame for you… I thought that as long as I did well enough, you would eventually look at me, even just once.”
Her gaze fell on Rabbi’s corpse, and her voice lowered.
“Rabbi always helped me too.
He secretly saved food for me, blocked Mother’s whip for me, and when I was locked in the attic, he used magic to send me light… He was the only person in this family who was ever kind to me.”
“But you?”
Luna suddenly raised her voice, and astonishing fury erupted in her light gray eyes.
“Just because of an acceptance letter, you killed him!
Just because you were afraid I would steal your spotlight, you struck him down without mercy!
Jonah, tell me—what did he do wrong?!”
The final sentence was almost roared out of her, filled with heart-wrenching pain and rage.
Jonah was so frightened by her presence that she backed away repeatedly, then tripped and fell to the floor.
Even then, she stubbornly refused to give in.
“He was a house-elf!
So what if I killed him?
Father said a house-elf’s life isn’t worth anything!
You Squib, don’t think you can scare me just because you learned some stupid spell!
Once I go to Hogwarts, I’ll make you regret this!”
“Hogwarts?”
Luna’s eyes turned completely cold.
“You’re not worthy.”
She raised her wand, the tip stopping only a few inches from Jonah’s chest.
Jonah stared at the pitch-black wand tip.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, she seized upon her final lifeline and screamed, “I’m a Hogwarts student!
I received an acceptance letter!
You can’t touch me!
If you kill me, Dumbledore won’t let you go!
The Ministry of Magic won’t let you go either!”
She thought the name “Hogwarts” would make Luna hesitate.
However, Luna merely looked at her coldly, the corner of her mouth curving into an icy arc.
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