And there he saw it.

The great statue. His next target victim of dust.

A child is never tired of games, and here Forrest was examining, circling the statue with narrowed eyes, the armours long forgotten. His circles got narrower and narrower until he was eyeing the statue nose-to-nose.

"Want a bath, Mr. Great?"

Tipping the hose with his wand again as he spoke the word, he sweeped the face of him first because he looked like he could do with a face-wash. Hehe. Next he went onto the body and sweeped it thoroughly--that was when he found the hiding place.

He gasped and grinned vastly and got inside--almost. He didn't, though, at least not immediately. Because this was Hogwarts, and it might well be a trap to lock him up there. So, instead of getting himself inside, he would put an object first and see what would happen.

He looked around to spot a dispensible thing, but he couldn't find any. He made a face and looked down--that was when he noticed his shoes. And inside his shoes were his socks.

Dropping the vacuum cleaner again (it wouldn't break, would it?) he shoved his wand inside his pocket once more and sat down, taking his left shoe off. His sock followed it afterwards, and he trew it inside the little opening as he was sat right in front of it, watching what would happen.

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......

.........nothing. Seemingly, nothing happened.

He contemplated entering there for a full minute, eyeing the spot suspiciously through narrowed eyes. He decided at last that it was safe, despite the fresh armour incident, and entered the small place backwards, so that he could get out easily if his claustrophobia showed up. Nothing happened again.

"Cool!" he muttered to himself as he got out and retrieved his sock, wore it and bent down with the vacuum cleaner to clean there more thoroughly than ever, because it might be useful in the future.

Once he was pleased with his work, he grabbed his vacuum cleaner and went forward to discover the rest of the corridor.