Albus stares at him. After a few seconds, he rolls his eyes, a gesture that makes him seem younger and oddly more approachable. "All right. I thought it was shit. As soon as I could, I came over and saw that it was shit. So I studied the shit to find the best way to dispose of it, then I prepared your rune, smuggled it into the asylum, took the files and went back to Norway." He raises his eyebrows as if to ask, "Happy?"