Edward did not know whether he or anyone else present had guessed anything. It would hardly have been surprising; they were all clever people, after all.
But the understanding he and Dumbledore currently shared was this: neither spell it out nor admit it.
As for the rest, let them guess.
"You've all presumably heard the story of the three brothers and the Grim Reaper. Although it's only a story recorded in The Tales of Beedle the Bard, the Deathly Hallows really do exist."
"Also, Lady Helena told me earlier that, after the Bloody Baron killed her, she seemed to have nearly entered the world of the dead in a daze."
The light in Snape's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
"Does anyone have any other questions?"
This time, no one asked anything.
"Then that's all for today's lesson. I hope you'll give some serious thought over the coming week to which pathway you'd like to choose. I'll brew your potions then, but..."
Edward shrugged. "Although I mentioned that there are twenty-two pathways in total, a lack of ingredients means I can currently only provide potions for fourteen: Apprentice, Seer, Spectator, Sailor, Apothecary, Planter, Corpse Collector, Sleepless, Warrior, Hunter, Assassin, Prisoner, Mystery Pryer, and Savant."
"So you can only choose from those fourteen. Of course, if anyone prefers one of the other eight, you'll have to wait a little longer."
At that, Edward smiled. "If you have any questions during this time, feel free to ask me whenever you like. Starting next week, I'll teach you an entirely new language-Ancient Hermes. This language is to Beyonder powers what ancient runes are to magic."
Dumbledore stood and applauded gently. "All right, please give Professor Edward a warm round of applause to thank him for sharing with us tonight."
Clap, clap, clap.
This time,