"Welcome, Headmaster!"
As Dumbledore entered the Private Lounge, Catherine's elegant, composed voice greeted him.
"Catherine Fawley? May I call you Catherine?" Dumbledore asked warmly, looking at the tall figure standing nearby.
"Of course. You are His Eminence's grandfather, so you may address me however you please! Please, sit."
After looking around the Common Room, Dumbledore sat down on the sofa. "Catherine, you must know why I've come to see you."
Despite having prepared herself, Catherine could not help frowning when she heard his words.
"His Eminence is safe at the moment. You needn't worry!"
Catherine had originally planned to move Jerry to a remote, secret location that afternoon.
After all, Jerry was still in a deep sleep and would need at least a year or two to awaken. He would know nothing of what happened in the outside world during that time.
But Dumbledore had returned too quickly, disrupting her plans. With him here, she had no way of moving Jerry in secret!
"I know Jerry is safe right now, but I'm still worried. And I'm not the only one. Quite a few others are worried about him, too!"
"Headmaster, surely you aren't referring to Granger from Gryffindor House?" Catherine gave a cold snort and looked at Dumbledore with displeasure.
To the Apostles, the purity of a wizard's blood was irrelevant. They divided wizards into only two categories.
One was themselves, and the other was every wizard outside their ranks.
The Apostles collectively called all wizards other than themselves "Mudblood wizards."
Thus, even those in the Wizarding World who prided themselves on being pure-bloods were, in the Apostles' eyes, nothing more than filthy, lowly vermin crawling through the muck who had been lucky enough to gain magic, let alone Muggle-born wizards.
"I need to see Jerry. There are things I