Chapter Five
The last time anyone heard of Luna Lovegood was with her father. She looked at the woods; she focused on Harry Potter. 'Isn't it lovely, in here', she said. 'I don't know', Harry Potter stated. She nodded. 'See the animals', she sighed. They were dead; they were glowing. 303Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOenT4BYTb6
'Yes, but how can...'.
'Death. It can be death that causes everyone to know who dreams of it'. She looked at Hermoine and Ron.
'I don't see anything', Ron said.
'Harry's mother, Lily, died to protect him. My mother died too. Such death is a consequence of normal ways of living, and dying'.
'And the point is'.
'We're serving Hogwarts School in attempting to change things. Delores Umbridge isn't the force she makes out; she is mad', Hermoine said.
'How do you know?', Harry asked her.
'She thinks You-Know-Who is dead; she is cold too', Hermoine answered. Then she let the matter rest.303Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6kwcecxPUz
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