"The Safest School in the World?"

Einar was in the staff room, standing by one of the windows with his arms crossed. He had just finished attending a meeting led by Professor McGonagall about the preparations for the Yule Ball, when Professor Flitwick approached him, curiosity gleaming in his small eyes.

"Einar, may I ask why you're so focused on strengthening the students? From what I've seen… it's not just about training them for competitions or friendly duels," said the tiny professor with genuine interest.

Einar glanced at him over his shoulder, his expression a mix of calm and unwavering gravity. Without a word, he reached into his enchanted bag and pulled out… the severed head of a troll. With a casual flick, he tossed it onto the stone floor with a heavy, sickening thud.

The silence that followed was absolute. Several professors instinctively took a step back at the grotesque sight.

"One night, while I was patrolling, I saw this thing coming out of the Forbidden Forest. That forest is, quite literally, just a few steps from the castle," said Einar firmly, as if merely reporting the weather.