[And the Slytherin was truly as dead as a doornail. Coulson frowns and draws his hand back from the corpse before he spares a quick glance at the journal. The boy had mentioned that he had been using it. He taps his wand against the still-opened book and quill but no, no curse or Dark Arts involved. For all purposes, it did look like the teen had really dropped dead.]

I'll bring your body to the Hospital Wing and we'll let the Healers have a look, but I'll have to shrink you and cast a Disillusion Charm. Mr Kirkland, I'd like you to come with me as well.