Harry looked at Ron. Looked at Hermione. Then back at the sphere, where the silver stag was bowing its head.
The common room was silent. Even the portrait of the Fat Lady, visible through the open doorway, had stopped pretending to snore.
Ron drew his wand with a clumsy thwack . “Who the bloody hell are you?”
“Take it, Harry. And see what the Dark Lord was truly afraid of.”
Harry looked at Ron. Looked at Hermione. Then back at the sphere, where the silver stag was bowing its head.
The common room was silent. Even the portrait of the Fat Lady, visible through the open doorway, had stopped pretending to snore.
Ron drew his wand with a clumsy thwack . “Who the bloody hell are you?”
“Take it, Harry. And see what the Dark Lord was truly afraid of.”