Chapter 661 - Yet Again?! Ⅲ (1/2)
The figure of Professor Albus Dumbledore can be seen striding through the castle. Through the windows outlooking the cold grounds, the sky remains dark with a tendril of a lighter violet color on the horizon signaling the approach of dawn. As he strides through the stone, draft morning halls, the hem of his nightshirt rides up to reveal the tip of his boney, pale ankles.
At long last, Albus arrives at the corridor of a winding off shooting tower, where Professor Zephyros resided down the hall from the Divination classroom. To his astonishment, he sees the figure of a young student making their way down the corridor. The boy in question is a third-year Ravenclaw with clipped, stiff hair, and pink flushed cheeks with a bright gaze, J.E. Prewitt.
The third-year Ravenclaw visibly startles, before grinning up at Professor Dumbledore. ”Good morning, sir!” J.E. Prewitt chirpily greeted the Headmaster.
Albus Dumbledore blinks owlishly behind his half-moon spectacles that slide down a tach the ridge of his crooked nose. ”Why Mr. Prewitt, I find myself amazed that you are up at this early hour and much less than you have come to see, Professor Zephyros? Might I inquire as to the nature of your business, young man?”
J.E. Prewitt ruefully shrugs and says, ”I confess, I am not particularly good at Divination, sir. And Professor Zephyros said that if I ever had any questions or needed aid that I ought to come down and ask him. And with, er, how things are going, sir, I won't be getting passing marks in the subject.
And Captain Barrett Boone says that all Quidditch team members need to have Passing Grades in every subject at least if we are to remain on the team. And since, I'm the reserved seeker and with Asha Patil being a 6th year and all, her last year will be next year. The Captain and Patil are hoping that I'll be properly trained and seasoned by the time she graduates.”
”Well, I commend your captain for preparing and being that farsighted,” Albus truthfully said as he was impressed with the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain's enthusiasm and foresight for the game.
”Mm, Captain Boone is the best, sir!” J.E. Prewitt said with a fervent expression. ”The Quidditch Cup will be ours this year for sure!” Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #!-%E2%85%B2_52027653091280615 for visiting.
”We shall see, Mr. Prewitt,” Albus said with a child-like twinkle in his blue eyes. ”Now young man returning to the subject on hand, how is Professor Zephyros?”
”Er, right, Professor Dumbledore,” J.E. Prewitt responded. ”Well, when I knocked on the Professor's quarters and classroom, I didn't hear any response, sir. I thought he might be wandering off observing the stars or for some sort of Divination ritual as he is prone to doing. I thought to try my luck again later for true.”
”I see,” Albus mused, before sending the boy a reassuring glance. ”Very well, now please return to Ravenclaw Tower, Mr. Prewitt.”
”Yes, sir!” The third-year Ravenclaw enthusiastically answered, before marching off with a skip in his step as he happily returned to the Ravenclaw Tower not denoting anything amiss with the absence of the Divination Professor. It wasn't the first time that Professor Zephyros had failed to appear nor show up very late!
Walking over first to the classroom of Professor Zephyros, Albus Dumbledore knocks thrice and loudly says, ”Professor Zephyros are you in?” Not hearing any sound or sign of movement coming from inside the classroom, he adds, ”Professor Zephyros, then I shall proceed to enter the premise.”
With a flick of his wand and being the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus can easily enter the locked classroom. Professor Zephyros's classroom had been a somewhat neat area. There were crystal balls, teacups, and various other Divination materials along with an array of desks in semi-circle rows with Professor Zephyros' desk in the middle of the classroom.
Upon further inspection of the desk of Professor Zephyros, Albus only finds quills, pens, an inkpot, essays, a bushel of herbs, and a smoking pipe. Beyond that, there was nothing to note except for textbooks, which were all a bit in disarray on the bookshelf in the corner of the classroom. Most of the books did not look to have been read all that often, but others looked remarkedly well-read with folded page corners and book spines.