Stephen sighed. "I have no idea. Hopefully we can finish it in a short time, but I doubt it, and the hours will be all over the place."
He didn't waste any time and cast the spell to keep her from revealing the information. "Now that we can speak freely. It's an hex that was started by Riddle. It killed Dumbledore and somehow the original hex was modified. We don't know what it does, but we know that it spreads airborne and by touch. It's been effecting people's magic, but it's really so little that we wouldn't have caught it, except for the fact that we knew something was happening. We have Azriel Pucey working on the Dark arts, Belvina on potions and Dark arts and you. We might need more people pretty soon, but we can start with the four of us. So are you in?"