The young wizards did not want to sleep. They wanted to chat.
Hundreds of young wizards were all sleeping in one Great Hall. Even the boarding students had never had such a novel experience.
The prefects could not keep them under control, and neither could the Head Boy.
But after the four Heads of House came back for a round and threatened to drag anyone who spoke again out for detention, the young wizards finally settled down.
The sleeping bags were comfortable. Harry, at least, was quite satisfied.
All the candles in the Great Hall had been extinguished, and the specially enchanted ceiling looked like a star-studded night sky. It was beautiful.
The prefects and the Head Boy and Girl stood guard at the entrance to the Great Hall. From time to time, silver ghosts drifted back and forth, exchanging words with them.
Every so often, a professor would appear in the Great Hall, seemingly checking whether anything had happened there.
They could not talk, their sleeping bags were comfortable, and there was a starry sky overhead.
Under these circumstances, although most of the young wizards were very excited, they gradually fell asleep anyway.
Harry had already fallen asleep, or rather, entered deep meditation. But in the latter half of the night, he blearily woke up again.
Hmm, I need to pee a little.
Hmm, I can hold it a bit longer.
Will I wet my pants?
But I really don't want to move!
Harry was in the midst of an intense inner struggle when he suddenly heard light footsteps approaching. He took a glance. It was Dumbledore.
Dumbledore found Percy. As the school's Head Boy, Percy had handled quite a bit of school administration that term.
"Professor, have you found anything?" Percy asked quietly.
"No. Nothing's happened here, has