It took a heroic effort just to pull himself back to his feet and start hobbling again, but as he did, he was gladdened by the site of a side door into the castle that was, to his surprise, unlocked. The gods were smiling at him that day. The unlocked door led to a lesser-known passage into the castle that led to a disused corridor whose end was the cupboard of an old classroom. He exited the cupboard to the empty classroom without the knowledge of anyone inside it, and better still, he found dusty unused robes in the classroom, which he used to clothe himself. Now he would better blend in. The robes were simple and black, which would match the attire of some of the library staff. If he went straight there and announced himself as a new staff member, he could blend in and put his plan into motion. His plan was to kill Lord Albus in a sneak way. Dagger in the back, poison in his porridge, and a chandelier that drops immediately. It was not an honourable way to do it, but the honourable headstrong way had got him trapped hundreds of feet below the castle. Also, they deserved nothing less. Where was the honour in leaving him to die down there? He would murder the sister for that too, but he had to be clever about it and methodical. They were not a foe to be underestimated.