Secrets Unknown
Prlogue
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An old wizard stepped into a round room. It was probably his office for he seemed to know the room well. With a cheerful glitter in his eyes he slowly opened the window to show the morning's new sun.
"Good morning Professor McGonagol," the old wizard said. "Good morning Albus," she replied to him.
"Now Minerva, what was it that you wanted to talk about?" asked the wizard.
"Albus, I am afraid that because of the great amount of students who left last year, some of the classrooms will be half empty."
"Half empty?" the great man repeated.
"I am afraid so" was the professor's answer.
"Well then," said the man, "there is only one thing we can do then isn't there?"
"What?" asked the woman.
"We must ask for some transfers."
"But Dumbledore, over five hundred students left!"
McGonogal turned around to tell the headmaster something else, but by the time she did, he was already out the door.
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