Finally relaxing, Neville fully entered the room. "A couple of Slytherins worked in greenhouse six this year. Nobody notices the "useless" Longbottom heir, who can't even cast a descent shielding spell. So, they talk. Since January, they've talked about a new player on the field. Someone the Dark Lord," he tilted his head towards the taller man, "introduced as his "equal" during the Death Eater meeting before Yule. A month later, this "equal" comes with two followers: a witch and a wizard. They move in synch, unsettlingly so. Nobody understands how this wizard casts his spells. He rarely talks, only sometimes gestures, and few can feel his power, though it has to be vast judging by his word- and wandless magic. I'm weak, but I'm not a fool, Harry. It could only be you. You dispelled the last of my doubts when you told us about the prophecy and how you didn't want to be a pupped for the "Light Side'. That does not leave much room for interpretation."