"Really a nasty piece of work—"
Bill stared blankly at Amosta's retreating figure as he turned into the corridor. After a long while, he gave a bitter smile.
Still, he heeded Amosta's warning and made no attempt to follow him.
The hand Bill had tucked into his pocket released his wand. After scratching his head, he flicked his Prefect Badge about while humming a cheerful tune and headed upstairs via the staircase behind him.
The voices in the Great Hall vanished, leaving only the cold wind playing a mournful tune through the Entrance Hall.
"Definitely not easy to deal with, is he—"
Ron wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said after catching his breath.
Harry was still shaken as well.
He had almost dropped his disguise and spoken to the younger Professor Breen, but Bill had suddenly appeared.
"We'll have plenty of time to discuss it after we finish the mission—"
Hermione glared at the two boys and hurried after the coin that was guiding them.
At last, in a third-floor corridor, they spotted the younger Professor Breen again.
As though he truly feared he might be expelled from Hogwarts at any moment, he seemed to be paying his respects to this ancient castle.
The younger Professor Breen wandered alone through the old castle, occasionally stopping by the corridor windows to admire the boundless darkness for a while before continuing onward.
The portraits hanging along the walls watched him with strange looks, but he seemed oblivious, immersed entirely in his own world.
He never headed anywhere secluded, always remaining within the portraits' line of sight. Harry and the other two, eager to meet him, could only wait patiently.
It was a strange experience. They wandered round and round through the empty castle. They did occasionally encounter students from