The group arrived on the eighth floor.
Professor McGonagall wore a stern expression as she watched Zheng Qing lead several young wizards toward the enormous tapestry.
"—They shouldn't know about a place like this. Albus is being far too reckless."
The head of Gryffindor muttered to herself. She had always taken rules especially seriously—Zheng Qing had reason to believe that Professor McGonagall would also have been one of the most suitable vessels for Old Man Ruo Yu's descent.
It was rather amusing when he thought about it.
She possessed traits suited to the descent of several Legends, yet she had not been chosen by any of them. This legendary experience, whether fortunate or not, was enough to earn her considerable respect in the Main World.
"Where is this?"
Hermione asked Zheng Qing softly.
"—Who are they?"
Although Harry wore glasses, he was the first to notice several strangers wandering the corridor. There were five of them in all. At their head was a handsome blond youth in pale gold robes. Behind him stood a red-haired man with a skull tattoo on his left arm; a young girl with short brown hair who looked somewhat nervous; a woman carrying a greatsword, radiating an icy, unapproachable air; and a young man wearing tactical goggles.
Zheng Qing remembered that the one standing beside Reinhardt in the Forbidden Forest that night had been an Undead Witch, but she had not come today. Given her unusual identity, she had presumably remained outside to avoid making Hogwarts' professors and students nervous.
"—I'm Reinhardt, captain of the Oceania Team. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Zheng Qing."
The Blond Youth acted as though they were meeting for the first time. From far away, he warmly extended an arm, seized Zheng Qing's hand, and shook it vigorously.