Thaddeus stared, trying to reconcile the improbability of what he saw in front of him with reality. It didn't make sense, but it was undoubtedly real -- and that was the most frightening thing of all, knowing that this was not a dream. "If you have anything else sufficiently sharp, Mr. MacFusty, now might be the time." A quick decapitation would do just as well as anything else, surely.

Salem Square -- how long would it take them to get there? And this lady the corpse spoke of -- how powerful must she be to cause all of the strange phenomena happening around Hogsmeade and Irvingly? Thaddeus still had a million questions and not enough answers, and he was itching to move on to the next phase now that they had a path to follow.