"Silence!!"
A long-bearded old man roared, finally managing to suppress the uproar in the Great Hall.
The spectacle of the Triwizard Tournament's three champions—Hermione, Harry, and Pheobe—battling the Undead had thoroughly satisfied the headmasters, professors, and students watching in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. So, when they saw Harry and the others successfully rescue Timmy, the poor boy who was the last survivor in the village, and comfort him, then find an intact farmhouse on a farm outside the village where they could spend the night, Dumbledore naturally rose from his seat and spoke up, intending to send the students, who were still eager for more, back to their respective common rooms to sleep.
"Ahem..."
"Students, as you've seen, our champions put on a splendid battle today. I'm sure the practical use of spells like 'Apparition,' 'Protego,' and 'Impedimenta' has left a deep impression on you, and given you plenty to think about..."
"But it's getting late, and I think it's about time you went to bed, don't you?"
It was the weekend, and under the previous rule, students had been allowed to watch the scenes in the Great Hall all night long. However, Dumbledore had soon repealed that regulation, deciding it was unsuitable and that students needed a reasonable amount of rest. So it was only natural that he was sending them away now.
"Although you don't have classes tomorrow..."
"Students, I still don't want to see anyone sneaking into the Great Hall tonight by unconventional means. We'll have someone stationed at the entrance, and the doors will be locked from the inside. So I advise certain students not to try anything underhanded tonight. I'm sure you won't be able to get in!"
As he spoke, Dumbledore adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose and glanced meaningfully