"I rather like that line..." a loud, elderly voice rang out. "But as I recall, only two people, after entering the award hall, ever spent their energy on deciphering it."
Vizet looked toward the voice. It was an extremely elderly, hunchbacked witch, her wrinkles crisscrossing in varying depths, densely carved over every inch of her skin.
He greeted her, "Hello, Madam Marchbanks!"
Yesterday, he had searched through the relevant information and familiarized himself with all the nominees.
The elderly witch before him was named Griselda Marchbanks. She was not only a member of the Wizengamot Administrative Body, but also the head of the Wizarding Examinations Authority.
At the sound of Griselda Marchbanks's voice, Ludo Bagman shrank his neck almost on instinct, tossed out, "Vizet, I'm going to look around over there," and hurried away.
Griselda Marchbanks nodded at Vizet. "It seems you did your homework thoroughly. That's why I like Ravenclaws. They're less of a worry during exams too."
She raised her head and looked at the Runes on the ceiling. "Lovegood, do you know who left these words?"
Vizet shook his head lightly. "Madam Marchbanks, I don't know..."
"I thought you would say Dumbledore..." Griselda Marchbanks smiled. "Have you heard this line before?"
Vizet said slowly, "This line should come from a play called Lady Windermere's Fan..."
"If I remember correctly, Lady Windermere's Fan was written in 1893. Headmaster Dumbledore's age doesn't seem to match."
"Also, based on what I know of Headmaster Dumbledore, he probably wouldn't do something like this... so I don't think it was him."
"But regarding Headmaster Dumbledore, I actually have another thought... I think he should be the one who deciphered this line."
"You're not wrong..." Griselda Marchbanks smiled even more happily. "And the other person who deciphered this line is you!"
She looked