Chapter 203: Werewolves Are Too Ugly
Regulus walked up beside Dumbledore and swept a hand through the air in front of him.
Under the moonlight, a row of faint white numbers materialized. 1:17 a.m.
He lowered his hand and turned to Dumbledore. "Good evening, Professor."
Dumbledore watched the numbers dissolve into nothing, his beard twitching upward. "Good evening, Regulus."
His eyes blinked behind his spectacles. "This time it really is evening."
Regulus let a small smile pull at the corner of his mouth.
Last time on the Astronomy Tower, also past midnight, he'd said good evening and Dumbledore had pulled out a pocket watch, inspected it, and informed him that strictly speaking, it was good morning. Now he'd put the time up front, and the old man caught the callback without missing a beat. Sharp memory.
Together, they looked toward the Whomping Willow thrashing in the distance.
James had already charged in. Sirius had charged in after him. Both were getting beaten senseless.