Dumbledore was the perfect example of someone who welcomed you when he needed you and turned his back when he didn't.
He decided that Su Er must have been tired after watching a play and needed to return to the Room of Requirement to rest, then went off to tie up loose ends.
Su Er maintained that he wasn't tired and didn't need to rest. Still, there were indeed some things he needed a quiet place to think over.
Dumbledore had specifically summoned him today not to watch that unrehearsed performance, but to tell him something.
Su Er stared at the ceiling and thought all night, yet reached no definite conclusion.
He asked himself honestly whether, when his friends were in danger, he would stand aside to avoid disrupting the original course of events.
The answer was no. Never mind anything else-he had already decided on Hermione as his future wife, and she was one of the three protagonists. They wanted him to leave her alone and let Weasley slip in?
In their dreams!
He was going to be the man behind the future Minister for Magic.
He didn't know whether Old Bumblebee was reminding him not to interfere with the Chosen One's path of growth, or whether Old Bumblebee had merely offered him a choice-a choice concerning his own fate.
That was why people who spoke in riddles were the absolute worst, bar none.
The next day, a grand feast on a scale rivaling the start-of-term feast was held in the Castle to celebrate the capture of Hogwarts's attacker.
Early that morning, Hermione rushed joyfully into the Room of Requirement to announce the good news that Su Er could finally return to normal life.
"I actually quite liked studying on my own like this." He glanced at the arm