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They stayed in the Headmaster's office for the remaining hour, waiting for Professor Dumbledore's return. They've already roamed around the office multiple times, trying to keep their noses out of things that could be dangerous.

"Albus? Al–" Professor McGonagall froze in the doorway of the office.

"What are you three doing here? Oh, nevermind. You two, do remember that you have detention with me, Mr...?" She asked, the parchment in her hand still had a firm grip.

Albus Severus swallowed the lump in his throat. "Potter."

"Malfoy."

McGonagall's eyes widened. "Don't you two go fooling with me, I know for a fact that Mister Malfoy and Mister Potter are taking their classes, and, why haven't I seen you before? You are wearing the Gryffindor uniforms." She asked Lily.

"We're from the future, professor."

"Don't be absurd. Do you want detention along with these two?" But Professor McGonagall's eyes seemed to widen when she noticed the resemblance between Potter and the little girl and the raven-haired boy, and the resemblance between Malfoy and the blonde boy.

"Lily, Scorpius, Albus Severus, here's the–" Professor Dumbledore stopped in his tracks when he saw McGonagall near the entrance of the door.

"Albus? How did these two Potters, and this Malfoy get here?" She asked, looking at the three children, making the uncomfortable.

"Using this," he held up the Time Turner.

"But, children are not–"

"Yes, they are not, but these three managed to get this. I suppose they have no permission from the Minister?"

The three children's cheeks reddened at the realization. Kingsley Shacklebolt, family friend and Minister of Magic, did not in fact know about the golden necklace.

"Yes, but–"

"'Tis fine, what is important is that you return to you present lives."

"Thankyou, professor. We appreciate your help." Lily said sincerely. Professor Dumbledore flashed them all a smile before urging them to come forward. He placed the necklace onto their necks, with Professor McGonagall watcing them intently. He spun the Time Turner for a couple of times, before the children watched all the surroundings flash past them. The spinning stopped gently, and they were in the Hogwarts Hallways once more, where Louis and Roxanne Weasley stood near a tree outside with their mouths agape and their eyes wide.

"Where have you been?" Roxanne made her way towardw her cousins and their friend. Albus massaged his temples as he felt light headed with all the travelling.

"It's better if you don't know." Lily placed the gold Time Turner into her robe pocket.

"Well, we better go. I think Professor McGonagall is giving a speech at dinner. About a quiz, perhaps." Roxanne said nonchalantly, bobbing her head as she walked along with them at her sides.

"A quiz?" Scropius' eyebrows furrowed. "Why would she give an announcement for a quiz? That isn't likely of her."

"Exactly why we need to go ahead of time."

"Hmm." Louis hummed in agreement.

Phlox Nott, a Slytherin prefect with short brown hair that awfully reminded Lily of a woman from the 1920's, had suddenly appeared beside them.

"You guya going to the Great Hall for the announcement?" She asked, whilst pushing her books closer to her chest.

"Yes. Have any idea of what it's about?" Albus asked, hoping to get something out of the older Slytherin.

Phlox smirked and considered it before saying: "I'm not supposed to tell you this, but a clue will satisfy your thirst for now, I think," she paused and glanced at all of them, "A challenge will be held on the 1st of November. A challenge to feed a soul. A challenge to satisfy a ghoul. If you complete such a challenge, the prize will be of your desire. May it be riches, points, or. . .the House Cup."

"What?" Scorpius asked his peers when Phlox decided to walk away after telling them what she said.

"It may have something to do with Halloween." Lily muttered.

"How'd you know?" Albus crossed his arms across his chest.

"Because unlike you, I use logic and clues," she walked a little further away, and mumbled incoherently.