Anderson-style Lies

Anderson-style Lies. The two had a candlelit dinner in the Room of Requirement, then lingered together to deepen their feelings, completely unaware that everyone outside was frantically searching for them.

At dinner, after Dumbledore announced in the Great Hall that Albert had won the Magical School Potions Tournament championship for Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall smiled so broadly she could hardly close her mouth. For some reason, though, Professor Snape's smile looked rather forced.

To be honest, many people had been completely baffled at the time. They had no idea what the Potions Championship even was.

It was only after Professor McGonagall revealed that it was a potions competition involving every magical school in the world that people began paying attention.

After all, he had defeated every magical school to win the championship. The prestige was immense—it practically meant that Albert Anderson was the finest Potion Genius among all magical schools, adding another halo to the Genius Wizard's head.

Many students wanted to see Albert and hear about the Potions Championship, but he had vanished the moment he returned to school.

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan had all complained that Albert had not told them the good news right away.

At that moment, the three were huddled together, discussing something or other.

It was already past ten by the time Albert parted from Isobel.

At the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room, Albert ran into Nearly Headless Nick, who was waiting for him there.

"Where have you been? I've been waiting here for ages."

"Waiting for me?"

Albert looked at the ghost before him and asked in confusion, "What do you need me for, Sir Nick?"

"I heard all about it. You won another Championship Trophy!" Nick said excitedly. "Oh, right, Percy Weasley asked me to wait here and tell you the