After waking up, Hermione showed no displeasure about Glenn's sudden embrace before she fell asleep.

  There was no particur reason - she had grown numb to it, gotteo it. Since she couldn't resist anyway, she might as well enjoy it. After all, she quite liked being held by Glenn.

  Glenn escorted her back to the Gryffindor on room, as Hogwarts was still under lockdown.

  While Hermione was sleeping, Dumbledore's phoenix Fawkes had appeared on the Room of Requirement. Seeing the young girl asleep, Fawkes let a few fmes form words in the air: "e to the Headmaster's office when you're free."

  After delivering Dumbledore's message, Fawkes transformed into fmes and vanished.

  Glenn headed downstairs, and as for why he didn't take the secret passage to the Headmaster's office...

  Only Dumbledore could reveal the secret passage from the eighth-floor corridor to his office. Glenn had spent siderable time feeling along the walls searg but found nothing. This intrigued Glenn, as he couldn't detect even the slightest magical flow where the passage should be.

  As expected of Dumbledore - Glenn's knowledge was still too limited in parison.

  With no other choice, Glenn had to take the detour through the passage behind the gargoyle ohird floor.

  This time the gargoyle stepped aside beflenn could even pull out his part. Glenn it in friendly aowledgment.

  Knog aering the Headmaster's office, Glenn found Dumbledore already seated on a small sofa for visitors, holding some snacks.

  "Professor Dumbledore, I'm here." Glenn calmly sat down on the sofa opposite Dumbledore, who snapped his fio make a cup of hot tea appear beflenn.

  He had already learned from Hermione about Glenn's two favorite beverages.

  Iced lemonade in summer, hot tea in winter.

  Any kind of tea would do - Gleher reized nor icky about varieties, though of course better-tasting ones were preferred.

  Glenn took a sip of the warm tea. Not bad - slightly bitter with a sweet aftertaste, light and to his taste.

  He savored the tea while quietly waiting for Dumbledore's questions.

  Silence fell over the se.

  Until Dumbledore's mouth twitched as he watched Glenn's cup being refilled for the seventh time. He finally broke the silence, asking seriously, "You saw him?"

  Gle down his teacup, not b with Dumbledore's cryptic question. His tone remained even: "If you're referring to Voldemort possessing Quirrell, then yes."

  To be tinued......

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