The voice reached the ears of students who had already finished their exams and were preparing for tomorrow's.
For some reason, they sensed the tragic resolve in that declaration and put down their books, curiosity and shock filling their hearts.
They left the common rooms, the study rooms, the library (Madam Pince angrily ordered some students to take their textbooks with them and return the library books to their proper places), and the Kitchen (a few little ones were replenishing what their exams had drained)...
Following the voice, they spontaneously gathered toward the Quidditch Pitch out of curiosity.
All right, that was an exaggeration. In fact, only a small fraction had found themselves an excuse not to study.
Hermione, Ginny, Harry, and the others, who had been studying in the common room while waiting for Ron, were not moved by it.
Hermione caught Harry just as he rose.
"Whatever happens, don't forget this is Hogwarts. Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Holmes, and Professor McGonagall are here too."
Harry blinked and said:
"Hermione, have you forgotten we're in the Charon Detective Agency? We should always stay curious about anything unusual around us."
Hermione glanced around, spotted the other club members, and said:
"I know, but you're the president. Shouldn't gathering information be left to the club members?"
Hearing Hermione's words, several students nearby who were about to leave laughed.
"Ah, exactly, exactly."
"President Potter, leave it to us. Don't worry."
"We guarantee firsthand information."
"For the glory of the Charon Detective Agency..."
"I'm in the Swiftwind Sword Club. I'm going to support President Longbottom."
"Oh, the president has probably already drawn that greatsword over there that's thirsting for action..."
Harry looked at them enviously.
He knew Hermione meant well. He did not know what had gotten into his dear godfather Sirius lately, but