"Good morning, Filius," Pomona said to the Ravenclaw Head of House, who was reading the newspaper at the dining table.
"You'll never believe what happened last night." Flitwick placed the Daily Prophet before her. "Someone has made quite a splash again."
Pomona glanced over the headline:
Mr Lucius Malfoy Donates One Million Galleons to St Mungo's Hospital, Establishes a Charitable Relief Fund and Pharmaceutical Research Department, Becoming a Philanthropist After Being a Great Educator.
The accompanying photograph showed Lucius shaking hands with the director of St Mungo's at a social gathering.
"I need to ask you something. Have you been free lately?" Pomona turned her attention to Flitwick.
"What is it?"
"I..."
Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly felt a powerful magical pressure behind her. When she turned around, she found the old bat, whose expression had been unpleasant since early morning. He had actually appeared in the photograph for less than a second, only to vanish after a burst of bright light.
"I'd like you to train those interns. You're a dueling champion, after all," Pomona said.
"I think you should lower the difficulty of the maze. I don't want casualties the moment the tournament resumes," Flitwick said.
"I think it's quite simple. They're only a few magical creatures," Pomona said.
Flitwick stared at her silently.
"If the maze doesn't move, then even with an Extension Charm, how difficult can it be?" she complained. "It's not even three-dimensional."
"You want three seventeen-year-old little Trolls to go through that sort of maze?" Snape said from the side.
"Didn't I simplify it?" she glared at him.
"All right, can you tell me how it works?" Flitwick asked.
"I can't tell you. It's classified," Pomona said.
"Then I don't think I can help you." Flitwick hopped down from his