Harold was surprised as his friend and confidant seemed almost too casual in this place - but it was very quickly apparent how thick and murky things had gotten.
As the revelations came thick and fast - almost too fast for Harold to keep it straight, he found his reaction swerving wildly from relief to consternation, to indignation at having worried about her, that turned into a very curious sense of concern at the nature of the syndicate and its operations. There was also no small portent in E's words about being in the Death Chamber at all.
The comment about Dumbledore caught him a little by surprise, and rather a small chuckle, but it certainly explained his own experiences and especially that faint sense that he could 'see straight through people'.
The final note was somewhat more vague - but Harold couldn't help connecting it in his mind to what Dumbledore had said, about a 'Voldemort'. It certainly seemed connected.
He was about to say something but then E hissed at him - there had been a noise outside, and E was telling him to go. There were all sorts of things in the Ministry. Safe was not one of the things it was.
"I shall be back, old chap. I think you may be right for now - but I shan't stay away from a friend in need." He strode purposefully toward the door. "If you need me, you only have to send word. Take care, Edmund." He didn't know if that was his real name or not, but it was the name he knew. For all he knew, it was as accurate as Charles was.
There was no-one obviously outside, and Harold found his journey back out to the Ministry reception entirely untroubled. Even a sentry was posted outside now, not that he recognised them. It was eerily normal.
With a lot to think about, Harold needed a very large cup of tea. Hogwarts beckoned.