In the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts, inside the huge glass tank on the slender-legged table, filled with dark green liquid, white brains bobbed up and down. In truth, Allen, who had already mastered this technique, was still keeping them here only to stop students clever enough to answer the riddle at the entrance to the Headmaster's Office from coming in and touching things, especially now that Little Hand had been sent home to look after his two children.
In front of the broad headmaster's desk, all the deputy headmasters and the heads of houses had gathered with their headmaster for afternoon tea.
Penelope stood with her arms folded, leaning against the cabinet behind Allen, playing the role of Auror guard without saying a word.
Hermione sat properly at Allen's side, holding a quill and ready to take notes. Even though she was attending as Umbrella in her capacity as a Gryffindor, facing so many top professors inevitably made her a little nervous, especially when, in theory, she should have been downstairs in class right now.
And in the headmaster's chair that had originally belonged to Allen, Luna was dozing with Wednesday and Thursday in her arms, one on each side. In truth, this was also Allen's way of formally introducing the existence of his daughter and son to his heads of house; otherwise, it would be rather impolite to keep using his headmaster's authority to ask for sick leave and deceive his own professors.
Especially now that Luna's secret of pregnancy and childbirth was no longer a secret.
Most of the heads of house expressed understanding. Professor Flitwick was delighted that his favorite student had offspring, Professor Sprout also gave his blessings for the birth of new life, and the Slytherin head of house, who knew the inside story and