Amosta tossed the question to Professor McGonagall, which surprised everyone slightly. After all, Breen was not someone without opinions who liked to shirk responsibility. But on second thought, Minerva was the Head of House for these three young wizards and should know them better, so they understood Breen's reasoning.
Only one person was an exception: Professor Moody.
Moody's lips were pressed tight. The magical eye in her socket seemed to have malfunctioned. Like everyone else, she looked at Minerva, but the magical eye's gaze rested on Breen's face.
That rugged face betrayed nothing, but beneath it lay boundless confusion.
What exactly was Amosta Breen trying to do?
By now, she and Amosta could be considered frank with each other. She had given Amosta plenty of hints that she would make her move during the second task. A person like Amosta could not possibly have missed them, yet he had continued to let events unfold, as though he did not care about her actions in the slightest.
With everyone's eyes upon her, Professor McGonagall felt a little tense as well. Pressing her lips together, she said,
"Oh, just as Amosta said, to Miss Granger, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley are both her closest friends. The three of them have been nearly inseparable since their first year, and they have overcome many hardships together."
A troubled look appeared in Professor McGonagall's eyes.
"But if you ask who is more important to Miss Granger—well, this isn't marking an after-class essay. There is no way to make a precise judgment. As a matter of fact, I believe Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley are both very important to Miss Granger."
No one mocked Professor McGonagall for saying a whole lot of nothing. Everyone present knew that whether it was friendship or love, it was difficult