“He‘s writing right now, but he’ll be out soon.“ Luna said. “I Saw a Nargle in your head.”"Right." Hermione said. A sudden idea struck her. He had known about the Deathly Hallows and the myth that turned to legend. Maybe he knew something about what was going on. She knew it didn;t make much sense, but what would she lose by trying? "Could I possibly see your dad, Luna?"
“Er—did you?” Hermione asked awkwardly. Luna didn’t notice.