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demented_death_eater 
The book was in Latin and Vindictus looked up at the small group. "This was Dumbledore's History of Magic school book. See the date of publication?" he said and pointed to the Roman numerals on the page. "This won't help us because the later editions of Hogwarts: A History would have his findings recorded in it. Remember, he was friends with Bathilda Bagshot." Another voice joined the group and he frowned at the Hufflepuff girl. "I don't recall seeing you in the room or at the Front Desk." He quickly dismissed her and went back to thumbing through the pages of the old school book where all he saw were schoolboyish scribblings. Nothing important at all - just an out-dated textbook that happened to belong to Albus Dumbledore.
He returned the book to the shelf and began examining the spines of the other books. "Veneficus pro Scelestus . . . no, I don't think so," Vindictus said as he moved to another shelf. "Veneficus Fabrica . . . maybe. Oh, now this one looks promising." The Flying Professor pulled out a massive volume bound in tattered tawny leather with faded silver embossing. "SpeSpeculum Orbis Terrarum." With a dull thud, he sat the book on the table and a small poof of dust rose into the air.
Anna looked up once again when Professor Vindictus mentioned that the book he was currently reading was in fact Albus Dumbledore's old History of Magic book. She leaned across the table a bit and read the date of publication, which was depicted in Roman Numerals. This book just
had to be something interesting! Anything belonging to Dumbledore had to be of great importance. Anna looked up at her Flying instructor with expectant eyes, hoping he'd say they'd found something which would give them the answers they needed.
Anna's face fell when the professor declared the book wouldn't be able to help them after all. They needed a much later edition than the one they were currently looking through. Anna sat quietly and followed Professor Vindictus with her eyes, watching to see if he'd be able to discover anything else. Anna shut the book she was looking through and scooted over to a part of the table near where the professor had just sat a different book. She coughed a bit and waved her hands through the air, fighting the dust the book has brought with it. "Professor, what's that?" she asked, coughing a bit as she talked.