Harry's eyes squinted at her. Sure, okay. So it was definitely Emrys having one on Harry. It was teacher hazing. Well, Harry survived and he wasn't going to let anyone know. However, he had a feeling the headmaster would already know that Harry finally picked up on it. That old man was a lot of trouble, and more than the kids seemed to realize.
"Only because I was rewarded with time observing your friends and—" Bob started and Harry picked up Bob and put him in a drawer, which cut off the skull's initial sentence and started a new one, "Oh, I see how it is! You're a heathen, Harr—" and his voice was muffled.
Harry focused on Keara again, "You want to be an auror, don't you?"