It all happened fast but Gaston had expected something like that. He turned back to watch the door close and then turned again as the train began to move. The parchment caught his eyes and as he read it he immediately began to think.

He hated riddles. Why could they not just be straight forward with them? They were really testing their knowledge weren't they? Just then he saw the 'Who am I' parchment along with the snake.

"Nageenee...Bazilda Bagshot. It is 'er! Zink of eet ." It all popped in his mind. The snake was the beast, the girl was the well known heroine, Hermione and how could anybody not know who the boy whom lived was? This was the end of Bathilda's life and she wrote books, yes it made sense.

The snake was scaring him, he would about but for now he just kept watch of it. If it were to attack they both had wands, yet they needed to proceed. "Ze ..snake...'ow are we to pass eet to put Bazilda's name down? " He looked to Lea slightly hoping by some mere small chance she knew parceltongue. That thing was frightening and for once Gaston did not want to be a step ahead then everyone else.