Professor,
I was out on Prefect rounds, and Miss Alecto Carrow heard me me passing and called to me. She was in her brother's office, and he was, uh, in quite a bit of...distress. In bad shape, so to speak.
In fact, I'm quite sure that Professor Amycus Carrow will not be in any shape to be teaching classes tomorrow. His sister agrees.
We're taking him to the Hospital Wing.
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