Su Er nervously finished the Easter specialties at the feast: assorted hams, roast lamb, and fish and chips.
(Special Easter dishes on the England Peninsula.)
He glanced at the high table from time to time. Apart from occasionally chuckling like a silly old man, the odd Professor Kettleburn seemed to have no intention of causing trouble.
Oh, the main culprit, Voldemort-Quirrell, was also sitting properly in his seat, cutting up roast leg of lamb and occasionally chatting with the professors beside him. Apart from his decidedly excessive pallor, nothing seemed amiss with him either.
Hmm, Harry, Ron, and the others were sitting perfectly fine in their seats, playing egg-tapping games with their neighbors. Hermione was reading, and Neville was lost in thought.
Was tonight really going to pass peacefully, then?
Stuffing the last piece of rich fruitcake into his mouth, Su Er nodded inwardly. With no trouble, he could get a good night's sleep.
Nothing could stop a little badger from sleeping in a soft, big bed.
As the last dessert vanished from the tables, Professor McGonagall rose and announced that the feast was over and the holidays had begun.
Something seemed wrong. Before Su Er could work out why Professor McGonagall had announced the end of the feast, the young wizards had already begun leaving in an orderly fashion.
Only when he climbed through the barrel did Su Er suddenly realize that he seemed not to have seen Headmaster Dumbledore anywhere in the Castle all evening.
"Why didn't Headmaster Dumbledore attend the feast today?"
"Oh, I heard the headmaster went to deal with International Confederation of Wizards business..." An older witch following behind Su Er overheard his muttering and answered casually.
"Strange, why are there so many eggs in the common room?" As soon as he entered, Su