Gerald followed Professor McGonagall all the way, his mind already racing.
Dumbledore would not have summoned him for no reason. Most likely, it had something to do with last night.
But the incident really had little to do with him. All he had done was conceal the fact that Winslet had attacked him.
Even if that came to light, it would not be a big deal. At worst, his abilities would be exposed, and he might attract some attention.
Ah, recruiting someone to do my dirty work really isn't easy under Dumbledore's nose.
Gerald sighed inwardly.
After Professor McGonagall said "Fizzing Whizzbees," the spiral staircase slowly rose, and the Oak Door opened before Gerald.
Dumbledore sat behind the enormous desk, a steaming cup of lemon tea in front of him.
When he saw Gerald enter, Dumbledore rose to his feet.
"Mr. Green, have a seat. Would you like some lemon tea?" Dumbledore gestured to the chair opposite his desk.
Gerald sat in the chair, his back straight and his hands resting on his knees.
He had learned this posture from Vivian Carrow.
It was how a good student ought to carry himself in front of a professor: neither meek nor arrogant, respectful without being obsequious.
"As for last night, Cedric has woken up. He remembers nothing of the incident. To him, he simply had a night's sleep, which is a good thing."
Dumbledore paused, then continued.
"For us, however, that means our lead on why Cedric was abducted has gone cold. Mr. Green, could you tell me what happened again, in greater detail? You said you followed the abductor for a while. Did you see or hear anything?"
Here it comes.
Gerald quickly sorted through what he could and could not say, then spoke.
"The person was wearing a black