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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓

Once again, silence reigned in the Great Hall as the chapter reading ended. The revelations had shaken the masks of indifference of many.

What the hell did Dumbledore gain by having control of those four? They were just children who had no idea of the wizarding world until the letter reached them.

Lord Prince did not look away from the inky-black-haired young man, who wanted nothing more than to disappear. Thousands of questions ran through his mind but he would not get an answer if he did not talk to him. Why was he so afraid of him? Why did his Eileen feel she could not go back and ask him for help? The argument they had wasn't such a big deal.

Heir Black was no better. His curiosity about Deimos was piqued by the fact that the chances of him being the child his future self had wanted to adopt were almost one hundred percent. However, Deimos didn't seem to show any sign of attaching much importance to that fact. How old would he have been when he adopted him in the Muggle world in the future? Perhaps he didn't remember for that reason, but he doubted he had never had an inheritance test. He should know that he was part of the Black family even if it was not by blood, so why didn't he ever mention the Black name during his introduction?

"I'm hungry," a sleepy voice murmured, breaking the silence.

To the delight of Lord Slytherin and Lord Gaunt, Adhara finally decided to stop using Deimos' chest as a pillow. She was now sandwiched between him and Lord Slytherin.

"Do you mind if we take a break to eat something?" she suggested, oblivious to the atmosphere around her.

Hearing no denials, she filled the table with food with a snap of her fingers and began to spread jam on a toast. She ignored the looks on everyone's faces, some looking at her with pity, others with caution or curiosity. She assumed they had reached an interesting chapter in the reading.

"Can we have a word?"

The figures of Lord Slora and Lord Sasaki stopped in front of her, their expressions didn't seem to have changed but Adha could make out the nervousness in her father and the concern in her uncle Ruka.

"Of course," she agreed, rising from her seat.

She left the bitten toast in her partner's hands as she followed the two out of the Great Hall.