James was right. This was Hogwarts and there was no limit to the insanity that the school had seen in the past millennium. "That's- Merlin, Prongs, if this is from the past, who knows what we can get. Can you imagine how crazy things must have been when it was founded, before the Statute? Dragons? No problem, have a few."
He nodded. "It's the least we can do, although if the screams aren't enough to warn people, then they are too stupid to survive." If things were starting to pop up from the past, then everyone would need to develop a strong sense of survival.
Peter snorted. "Some things never change, do they? Is it weird that we're now not listening to your son who's in charge?" He took out his wand and sent a similar message to Ron, the little rat running through the corridor to find Ron.
He shook his head. "I didn't think I should keep it, with- well, with everything. I think Sirius might have it. He's probably somewhere on the seventh floor, working with Regulus. It's... weird how they both geek out over books and newspapers."