Amid the lighthearted atmosphere of mutual banter, a sharp, terrified scream suddenly pierced the upper floor—it was Molly’s voice. This sudden disruption instantly shattered the harmony of the living room. Sirius’s expression shifted violently as he jerked up from the sofa, his eyes filled with gravity and anxiety.
He drew his Wand almost instantly and charged toward the stairs without a moment's hesitation, his footsteps hurried. "What's going on?!" Sirius's voice echoed in the stairwell, fraught with urgency and unease.
Meanwhile, Iblis, still seated on the sofa, appeared exceptionally calm—one might even say indifferent. She lazily lifted her chin, her gaze cutting upward through the ceiling as if piercing straight through the floorboards to witness the scene above.
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