Every One of You Is a Headache!

"Please forgive an old woman's rambling." Professor McGonagall slowly descended the stairs. "Tom has returned, Grindelwald has escaped, Fudge is pretending to be ill, and there are reports of unrest everywhere. Everything is a complete mess."

She looked rather helpless. "Dumbledore has spent his entire life fighting. Perhaps he really is still young to Nicolas Flamel, but his mind has long since grown utterly weary."

"He may not be able to handle all this." As she spoke, she pointed at the floating picture frame behind Anton.

Anton nodded softly, rubbing the ring on his finger without saying anything.

"I cannot keep devoting my attention to that child for too long, either." Professor McGonagall stopped and stared into the dark corridor beside the staircase. "When that powerful wizard stood among the students and cast the Blasting Curse, it truly terrified me. I dare not imagine what would have happened if one of my students had died because of it..."

"I had nightmares about it for a long time."

She gripped the banister tightly, her expression turning fierce. "I must find him in this school!"

"Oh~"

"Professor, speaking of that, I actually have an idea." Anton grinned. "After school today, I took a little trip to Azkaban. While I was there, I happened to fight Bellatrix Lestrange right in front of Voldemort, so..."

"Merlin's beard!" Professor McGonagall cried out, utterly stunned.

"You went to Azkaban after school?"

"Yep."

"And fought Bellatrix?"

"Mm-hmm."

"In front of Tom?"

"Yes. What's wrong?" Anton looked completely innocent.

"What's wrong?!" Professor McGonagall seized Anton by the arm and turned toward Dumbledore's office. "You child are utterly mad! When you said before that you were going to take a stroll through Azkaban, I thought you were joking and that no one had noticed, so naturally I didn't think