"You’re going to call the Headmaster, aren’t you?" I ask her. She nods. "I’m going to grab something from upstairs while you do." Because like hell I’m dealing with Dumbledore without at least my knives on me. I doubt they’ll do much, but history has a number of examples of skilled people dying at the hands of amateurs due to a combination of luck and underestimation. I head upstairs to grab my expanded bag while the professor sends off a Patronus message.