”Hah!” He barked. “I laugh at your little enchantments. They cannot stop the great Godric Gryffindor. Your Headmaster ought to have told you that.” But there was a lot Trent had let fall along the wayside. A lot that only the founders could fix.

“Now I’ll tell you again to be up. Prepare to leave this mighty castle. Only those who have received the finest education.” A Hogwarts education using guidelines he and his colleagues had set centuries ago, “can think to educate the young wizards and witches of the future. Out! Out with the likes of you, Sir.”

Although.

His sword eased away by the smallest degree. “However, you shall be spared if you join us. Your transgressions we can overlook but you must help us retake what is rightfully ours. Our school. In case the man had been wondering. Was he awake yet? This was serious business. To sleep at a time like this, unheard of. “Rouse yourself, Frenchman and we will see to a new order at Hogwarts. The original order. As things should be. We will remove Trent with or without your help. You’d best choose carefully lest you wish to have an unpleasant time within these walls.”