Standing in the wreckage of the fourth-floor corridor, with water everywhere, and looking up to see the ceiling of a sixth-floor room was certainly a novel experience.
Brian watched a warm waterfall stream down the edges of the two gaping holes and immediately realized what the steam-filled room really was-the Prefects' Bathroom.
He had heard Moaning Myrtle describe its luxurious furnishings, but he had never expected his first glimpse of the room to be from below-all thanks to Dumbledore's powerful magic.
On the corridor floor, a sleeping three-headed dog lay beside Dumbledore. The Hogwarts Headmaster, who had been absent for so long, was clearly the person responsible for punching holes through Hogwarts Castle. At the moment, he held his wand aloft and hummed a classical chamber tune.
Considering that Dumbledore was no vandal, there could only have been one reason for his intervention-to catch the fleeing Voldemort. But judging by the scene, Voldemort had escaped anyway.
When Dumbledore saw Brian arrive, he did not stop humming. He merely nodded to him, then waved his wand and gathered all the standing water into a ball.
The ball of water slowly floated past the abandoned fifth-floor bathroom and up to the sixth-floor Prefects' Bathroom, hanging high in the air,
waiting for a large pool capable of bearing its weight.
Taking the hint, Brian began repairing the basic structure of the Prefects' Bathroom with the Mending Charm. Watching a jumble of bricks, tiles, and unidentified fragments fly past him, he remarked,
"I'll bet there'll be at least a hundred rumors going around Hogwarts tomorrow about what exactly happened in the castle last night."
Dumbledore nodded in agreement.
Only when the fifth-floor ceiling had been completely repaired did Dumbledore lower his wand and say leisurely,
"Perhaps a serious explosion involving an enormous cauldron would