Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore, who was eating honey cake.
George and Fred had made the honey cake using a nestful of Moonlight Thistle Honey they had found in the Forbidden Forest.
Moonlight Thistle Honey was made by bees gathering nectar from Magical Thistles that bloomed only on moonlit nights. The honey was pale blue and glowed faintly.
They had used a whole slab of Moonlight Thistle Honey to make a little figure of Dumbledore on the cake. Translucent and glowing a soft, pale blue, it looked exactly like a ghost of Dumbledore.
Seeing how much Dumbledore liked his ghostly likeness, Douglas pursed his lips. Those two had originally planned to make it look like Newt, but Newt had suggested making it look like Dumbledore instead, then entrusted Douglas with delivering it to the Headmaster.
He had almost forgotten that Newt had been a little menace himself back in the day, albeit a milder version. After spending so much time with George and Fred, those old troublemaking cells had probably been reactivated.
Dumbledore really did like it-so much that, despite his love of honey, he only ate the honey scattered over the cake base and the sponge itself, unable to bring himself to touch the little figure.
Noticing Professor McGonagall's gaze, Dumbledore sucked his finger.
"Oh, relax, Minerva. Curiosity and a spirit of exploration have always been Hogwarts' most treasured qualities. Since the children have discovered such an interesting puzzle, why should we constrain them with a dinner schedule?"
Dumbledore turned to Hermione and Neville as well, giving them a cheerful wink.
"As for you two, as prefects, you must still carry out your duties faithfully. Off you go. Return to your table and enjoy your pudding, or help maintain order. However late they carry on down there tonight, I