After sending Sirius to Egypt, Klein had thought things would stay peaceful for a while.
After all, the work of hunting down prisoners was now well underway.
The Ministry of Magic and Heaven Street had joined forces. Maybe they couldn't handle everything across Europe, but there was very little they couldn't deal with within Britain.
But he had been too naive.
The Dementors that appeared outside Hogwarts Castle had thrown all his plans into disarray.
"We can take them out, right? We can, can't we?"
Klein sat cross-legged on Dumbledore's desk, his expression dead serious.
His nice, peaceful school life had been ruined by those Dark Creatures that made him sick just to look at.
He was very unhappy.
"There's no helping it. There are simply too many fugitives. The Ministry of Magic has received some assistance, but it's still overwhelmed.
"Having the Dementors guard the school is also meant to protect the students."
Dumbledore looked up.
"Besides, isn't all this happening because of you?"
Since all the headmasters' portraits had been hit with a Sleeping Curse, Dumbledore saw no reason to hide anything.
If Death Blossom hadn't been secretly stirring up trouble, things wouldn't have come to this.
Did Klein really think he, the headmaster, was fond of Dementors?
"Ah, well..."
Klein was at a loss for words.
Still, he, Klein, was a victim too.
It had all been Christopher's doing, acting on his own initiative.
This is so unfair, but I can't say it.
"Lost your argument, have you? Then I have a task for you."
It was quite satisfying to leave Klein speechless. The old man was laughing wildly inside, but his face remained solemn and serious.
"A task?"
Klein raised an eyebrow, taken aback.
Why did it feel like he was becoming more and more of