"Honey, who are you talking to?"


    In one corner of the hall, a warm orange glow was reflected by the fire. Isobel was sitting on the sofa beside Albert, listening to the soft music wafting from the record player, while adjusting the pattern on the sweater with his wand.


    "Harry Potter, I''ve been working as a confidant uncle in recent days."


    Albert put the newsletter bookmarks aside, reached out and gently stroked Isobel''s already bulging belly, followed with a smile.


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