Presley hadn't been stumped by a riddle since her second year at Hogwarts, but this one had her. It was three thirty in the morning, and no other students were around to help her. None. She had just come back from the kitchens, and cookie making with Awarlesta, and now sher needed her sleep before classes in the morning. The problem was, she could not figure out the riddle. "Can you repeat it?" she asked the knocker groggily. "What is greater than Merlin, more evil than Voldemort, the rich need it, the poor have it, and if you eat it, you'll die?" the knocker repeated.

Presley sat down and leaned against the wall. This was hopeless. She was well off. What did she need that poor people had? "Love?" she guessed randomly. The knocker was silent. Pres ran through the riddle in her head again. No, it couldn't be love. Because you couldn't eat love and die. And Love wasn't more evil than Voldemort. She groaned. Looked like she'd be sleeping in the hall tonight, and praying no prefect or teacher caught her out there.