"Come in."
A sharp knock suddenly echoed outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts Office. Sitting behind his desk and flipping through the latest issue of the Daily Prophet, Albert didn't even raise his head as he lifted a hand and gave a gentle wave toward the door. With a creak, the wooden door suddenly swung open, and Hermione walked in, looking in high spirits as she raised a greasepaper bag in her hand toward Albert behind the desk.
"I brought you a midnight snack, freshly made by Dobby."
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