Dumbledore walked all the way to the Quidditch pitch, holding a broom and sweeping with an air of absolute casualness.
Seeing him arrive, Luna got up, duplicated a chair, and handed it to him to sit on. Caring for an one-armed elderly man was simply what a sensible and kind little Ravenclaw should do.
The old man smiled in greeting, then sat down and stroked his beard. "This really is a bold and rather good teaching method."
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