Professor McGonagall watched Fred and George leave, then sighed softly. "Those two children!"
"Headmaster Dumbledore, shall I take Vizet back as well?" Penelope asked tentatively.
Considering what had happened, not having any points deducted was already the best possible outcome.
"I'm afraid not, Miss Clearwater." Headmaster Dumbledore waved his hand. "There are still some things I'd like to ask Mr. Lovegood about privately."
"Professor Flitwick, could you take him to the Headmaster's Office? The password is 'Lemon Sherbet.'"
With the number of people reduced once again, Headmaster Dumbledore looked at Professor Quirrell and asked softly, "Professor Quirrell, I couldn't find you earlier. Where did you go?"
"Ah... I just woke up!" Professor Quirrell said with sweat beading on his forehead, stammering, "Then I le... left! When I heard the commotion afterward, I came over to take a... a look!"
"Is that so?" Headmaster Dumbledore murmured, then turned to Snape. "Professor Snape, I saw you come over with him earlier."
Professor Quirrell took a deep breath, worry showing in his eyes as he watched Snape fearfully.
Snape curled his lip and answered shortly, "We happened to run into each other."
"Right... we happened to run into each other." Professor Quirrell let out a long sigh of relief. "I was a little con... confused when I woke up, but I'm much... much better now!"
"Since you're fine, Professor Quirrell, that's wonderful!" Headmaster Dumbledore nodded. "Then let's all disperse and go back to rest early."
The professors left one after another, leaving Headmaster Dumbledore alone in the Great Hall.
He strolled to a distant corridor. The place was a complete mess, with bricks and stones scattered everywhere after being knocked down by the Troll.
"Revelio!"
He chanted softly. Golden smoke flew from the tip of his Wand and formed a vortex in