Dumbledore Hanging in the Sky

The headmaster portraits were not something that could be used at will. Forget taking them into the Great Hall—even temporarily removing one from the Headmaster's office required Dumbledore to do it himself.

In fact, taking a portrait out of Hogwarts was impossible, let alone expecting the former headmasters to offer any help, unless you had the ability to tear the school apart.

But helplessly, Dumbledore had gone and hung himself in the sky, leaving Headmaster Black, who had originally planned to slack off, without an excuse to loaf around.

"Can't an old man enjoy a peaceful retirement for a while? The portrait in my home has been taken beyond the Earth. If anything happens, Albus can come back with two spells, no problem, but my portrait will be completely done for!"

Headmaster Black grumbled, but he still set off, leaving an empty frame in the hall.

The three—oh, no, four—headmasters wore grave expressions, with no extra reaction on their faces, as though Headmaster Black had just told a terrible joke.

"We'll still need to wait here for some time. There's no point in simply waiting around. Does anyone have any dreams they'd like to watch? We can play one here."

Although it was a little strange to rush into watching a movie while the headmaster was still hanging in the sky, there was no point in waiting around. Everything that needed preparing had been prepared, and everything that needed planning had been planned. Touring the place was even less possible. They had to wait here for news from Headmaster Black, and by any measure, watching a projected dream was the best option.

"Dreams? How is Hogwarts's Dream Tree now?"

Madame Maxime's face was full of puzzled confusion, as though she knew nothing at all. Andrew inwardly scoffed, but replied in