Part I.
Minerva enters the headmaster's office. She looks around the office with a worried look. She sees Dumbledore sitting at his table. Dumbledore is drawing excitedly on a scroll. "Albus, I need to speak to you its urgent," says McGonagall exhausted from the set of stairs she had to climb. Dumbledore does not even look back at her only replying: "I am sorry Minerva. I am quite busy," he says in a high-pitched voice. "It is VERY important," she says already losing her patience, "it concerns quidditch." She did not want to lose her temper, but ever since she started to work here in Hogwarts it was hard to keep calm.
"Oh, that is the reason why I am busy," he said in a happy tone. She feels a sense of relief wash over her. "So, you already know what happened," she says completely taken aback by Dumbledore´s competence. "Yes, the ministry decided to let all schools make their own house rules for quidditch," he says happily. Suddenly the sense of relief shatters and is replaced by a sense of dread. She was certain she threw that letter into the trash pile. "That´s not why…," she tries to tell him the reason for her visit, but she is cut off. "You see, that is the reason, why I left the match early. I wanted to start writing down the rules before I forget them," he says while smiling happily. "What rules were you thinking of," she knows it is pointless to talk to him, while he is presenting his ideas, "I might be slightly interested." Dumbledore invites Minerva to the table.
"Well, I thought of a new obstacle on the field," he says as he opens one of the scrolls. It contains a picture of a round object. Minerva is relieved as she expected something far worse. Well, that was until the picture started moving. In the picture one of the players flies close towards the round object, it explodes and needles fly out. "Floating mines," he jumps in excitement. Minerva only looks at the scroll in mild disappointment. "I don´t think that's legal, Albus," she says while looking at Dumbledore like a mother whose child stole a bicycle. "I know we cannot use things invented by the muggles," Minerva wants to reply, but knows there is no point in trying, "I instead invented a substitute. We will inflate some frogs and fill them with hedgehogs," he says looking happy with himself. "That´s even worse," she says not knowing whether to laugh from the ridiculousness of the situation, or try to object.
"I hope that´s all the ideas you came up with," she sees the rest of the scrolls on the table, but hopes that they are older than today. "No, this is only one of many," he says as he opens another scroll. The picture inside shows barbed wires around the hoops. "You see Minerva I got this idea from today´s match," Minerva shudders at the mention of today´s match, "I always found it annoying how close the players were flying around them, so I decided to place something to keep them away." Minerva decides to sit on a chair to calm herself down. "And that´s not all," he says excited like a middle schooler making his first presentation. "You see I found that letter from the ministry in our trash pit," at this point Minerva is thinking about burning the next one instead. "I thought of filling those empty spaces around the stadium with trash and setting it on fire," he says while circling around with his hands. It is at this moment Minerva finally loses her temper. "You idiot! The stadium is made out of wood!" she shouts at Dumbledore. "We have insurance for almost everything, well except for dragon," he says calmly as if unfazed by Minerva´s insult. Minerva slightly calms down and tries to tell Dumbledore why she came. "Listen to me. During today's match one of the students from Slytherin...," she tries to finish her sentence, but she once again gets cut off by Dumbledore.
"That´s a good idea. We should give the students from Slytherin buckets filled with rocks," he says in a triumphant voice. "No, I refuse to give the students from Slytherin anything lethal," she says terrified at the mere mention of it. "And why is that?" he says in confusion. "The reason why I came to you," she says, "One of the students from Slytherin cursed a Bludger to follow a specific student. The student in question is dead," she says calmly. "From what house was he from," he says curiously. "Well, he was playing for Hufflepuff. We cannot identify him, because of the Bludger hitting him so many times," she says sarcastically. "Hufflepuff?" Dumbledore pauses for a second trying to think of what house it is, "Oh, know I remember. So, nothing of value was lost." Minerva looks at him with a face angry enough even a dragon would run away. "No, a life was lost and know the ministry started an investigation!" she says furiously. "An investigation!" he says in a worried tone. "Oh, so know you are starting to take this seriously," she says with an ironic tone. "Okay, I know exactly what to do," he says while raising his wand. Various items start to fill his traveling bag. "I am leaving for vacation," he says as he grabs the bag. "What am I supposed to do," Minerva says in desperation. "Hide the body, bribe the Auror I don´t care," Dumbledore says as he leaves.
Minerva walks to a classroom to prepare for the next class. As soon as she arrives, she starts writing a letter to ask the Gringotts for a loan. Harry and his friends run into the classroom. Minerva now needs to think of a clever lie.