Author's note: I have updated the last chapter. Just a little at the end, but read it before reading this chapter.

"Hey boss, back into business?" the skull greeted me. To be correct, he's not a skull, he's a spirit of intellect but that's too long. We have some history of working together.

"Hey Bob" I said. "Not quite. Just a bit of consultation. What do you know about the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"

You see, I used to own Bob. I pulled him out of the ruins of my first mentor's lab, just as he pulled him out of a warlock's lab. But then I started to make harder and harder decisions and it was collectively decided that it's for the best if I didn't own him anymore. I have my own spirit of intellect now, but she's barely been born and although she knows a lot (it seems she's been learning even when she lived inside my head), her knowledge isn't even near that if Bob's. As it's Butters who owns him now, he agreed to 'lend' him to me for the questioning.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" he pursed his lips, which is a pretty impressive feat for someone with no lips. "Not much new, it's on the other side of magic. Most of my owners have been from this side."

"What do you mean, other side? Ebenezar said something similar. They have ministries or something."

"Yeah, well, if you knew your history, Harry, you'd know that there was a Wizard's Council that split into two for political reasons in 1707, the two parts being the White Council and the Ministry of Magic. I was there, by the way" he gloated. Just a bit. "Then the Ministry split into even more parts, more or less geographically, while the White Council stayed together, but there's still a lot of rivalry."

"Wow" I said after a second or so. "How come I never even heard of them?"

"It probably has something to do with the fact that you're quite blind" Bob smirked but seeing my glare, he corrected himself. "Or the fact that the two sides hate each other so much that they want to pretend the other doesn't even exist. Unless you directly run into them, you're likely to live your life never knowing they're there. Oh, by the way, how did you run into them?"

I told him. He laughed at me. I glared at him. Business as usual.

"Bob" I said, getting frustrated. "The school. What do you know about it?"

"Right, the school" he nodded, keeping his chuckles at bay. "It was founded sometime in the tenth century by four wizards, who also created four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. The school teaches kids from age eleven to eighteen and has seven grades. What do you want to know specifically?"

"I don't know… How many students go there? How many faculty members does it have?"

"I have no idea" he shrugged. I stared at him. That is one sentence I've never heard him say. "Look, man, I told you I have no new information, I spent the last two hundred years on this side of the conflict. I only know the basics."

"All right" I sighed. "Then tell you where it is."

"Somewhere in Scotland" Bob said.

"That's not very helpful" I told him.

"In the Scottish Highlands."

"Still." I told him again.

He shrugged (again, very impressive for a guy with no shoulders). "They're very secretive about it. It's supposedly near Dufftown."

"Dufftown" I repeated. "Where the hell is Dufftown?"

"Get a map" Bob told me. I snorted. "Is there anything else you want to know?"

"A lot, but it seems you won't be able to answer them" I muttered.

"A first time for everything" he said cheerily. I glared at him again. Somehow, I feel like I'm doing a lot more glaring when I'm with Bob. Anyone's guess why. But I did know a little more than I did before, so it was worth it.

-O-

It was getting late when we left Butters' place so we decided to grab something at the Waffle House. Don't judge. We chose a pretty secluded table and with a nice pile of pancakes in front of us, I finally started talking.

"So" I said, munching on some pancakes. "A few days ago Ebenezar contacted me. You already know the cover story."

"It's that you'll be teaching at that school" she guessed.

"Yes, but I'll actually teach" I said. "I didn't lie to Butters. I'll be in Scotland teaching a bunch of kids and probably failing spectacularly. But there's a warlock hiding out in the school. Even Ebenezar doesn't know much about them, the only sure thing is that there've been there for one to three years. So, my job is to find out who this guy is and capture them. Sounds easy, right?" Right.

Murphy snorted.

"Easy, sure." she shook her head. "You do know that your knowledge amounts to basically nothing, right?"

"I am a trained PI" I straightened up. "But yeah. It won't be easy but I don't have any other choices."

"Because of Ebenezar?" Murphy had a glint in her eyes that made me feel uncomfortable, but whatever.

"Yes" I nodded. She hmm-ed but didn't press. Instead she dug into her pancakes and, with her mouth full, asked, "Is there any chance you might need a highly trained police officer in your search?"

"Maybe, who did you have in mind?" I smirked as I took a bite.

"Let me ask around" she smiled back, but then her expression became serious again. "You sure it's okay? I mean, if this school is in an isolated place, it might cause suspicion if I'm there."

"I don't think the best way for you to help is to be there. I'll need to check a lot of people while also teaching."

"You want me to look up the suspects" she nodded. "All right, I can do that. But I don't want you to go alone, either."

A few years ago I would have dismissed her concern, but I learned better. Even the simplest-looking jobs can turn out to be world-wide conspiracies, and this time, the Gatekeeper was involved in the story. It may seem like nothing, but he really rarely involved himself in things. I learned some time ago that he actually guards the Outer Gates, and usually everything he does involves the Outsiders one way or another. And, anything that has Outsiders is bad. Like, capital B bad. So I took her concern to heart.

"I have a pinch Thomas will want to come, so that's something. And we don't really know where the school is or what surrounds it, but I guess we'll see."

"Thomas, you and me? Not a bad team" Murph smiled. "All right, I can accept that. But I'll be staying somewhere close. Dufftown sounds nice."

"Then we have very different definitions of nice." I ate the last bit of pancake and stood up. "You'll give me a ride? For some reason I don't have a car with me."

Murph crammed her pancake into her mouth and stood up as well. "What's the hurry?"

"I've got to prepare. Get ready for the hunt and also, I have no idea what I'll be teaching."

"Let's go, then. I wouldn't want you to go in unprepared."

You may be noticing that I'm awful at giving my hand the rest it needs. On the other hand, you got a chapter out of it. Still not promising anything, though.