While Shawn and Vita were analyzing the day's events...
Dumbledore returned to the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts and slowly pushed open the door.
Behind the thick wooden desk, an ugly, one-eyed man with a lame leg was sprawled in the large, comfortable office chair.
It was none other than Mad-Eye Moody, whom Shawn had just sent away through the fireplace.
Dumbledore showed no surprise whatsoever. He walked over and grabbed a handful of Cockroach Clusters from the desk.
Stuffing the wriggling cockroaches into his mouth, he said with a chuckle,
"Gellert, being shown up by the boy you chose and spent so long guiding must sting."
"Moody" shot Dumbledore an irritated glare.
Then his entire body began to transform. After a ripple of skin and bone, he became Grindelwald.
Indeed, ever since the opening feast, the late-arriving Moody had been Grindelwald in disguise, freeloading at Hogwarts.
"It wasn't so bad. It's not the first time Shawn has left me looking foolish. Last time, in class, I only wanted to test the resilience of his soul with the Imperius Curse, and he nearly rebounded it onto me."
Grindelwald had shown no sign of anger at first, but as he spoke, a little resentment crept in.
"And today was all to help you. Otherwise, who would bother arguing with those petty fools?"
Unbothered, Dumbledore teased him.
"You're the one who chose to impersonate Moody, with his touchy, unhinged temperament. Though you seem to be enjoying the role quite a bit, snapping at everyone you meet."
Grindelwald laughed.
"You know, Moody's persona really is quite useful. Apart from being unpopular, he certainly lives as he pleases."
Dumbledore sat down on a small stool nearby, his relaxed expression gradually turning serious.
"What do you make of tonight's events?"
Grindelwald looked utterly unconcerned. He rummaged