The words of the girl stayed with Albus Dumbledore for days. He did not know what to do with the knowledge he had been given. At first, he had just pushed aside the event as a prank. It was not a very mature or intelligent joke, but it was common knowledge that Headmaster Grindelwald was not very popular. He was hardly more popular than Phineas Nigellus, and he had been despised. When he had retired in 1930 and Grindelwald had taken up his position, few people were pleased.
Had anyone else told him that the Headmaster was evil, Albus would have dismissed it without a worry. The more he thought about it, however, the more he thought he should look into it. The girl had been so frantic, and he had seen fear in her eyes. It made Albus feel more wary that he had never seen her before. He had met each and every student in the school and he was positive that she was not a pupil of his, though she looked about the size of a first year.
Albus could not get those eyes out of his head, or her voice. He had been so surprised to find anyone in his room, much less a small girl that looked like she had never been outside with eyes like green fire. There had been something spellbinding about her appearance and voice that he could not forget. He made up his mind to go see the Headmaster.