thingshespoketo.

hesighed,hekingofftheitemshehadgoneoverwithtibsy.hewasdonefortheday.thejobdidn’ttakelong.hewouldometothekithenaroundfiveeahm,eatandmakesurethatthehouseelveshadgoneoverthelisthehadleftforthemthedaybefore.theyalwayssentabitofwhattheyhadmadetohisroomaroundmealtimesaswell,whihheappreiated.itwasn’tasthoughheouldbewalkingbakandfortharosstheastleallwillynillythroughouttheday.

“i’llbegoingthen,”hesaid,pushinghishairbakfromthetable.

“willyoubewantingtotakeateaoraoffee,mistermalfoy?”tibsyasked,standingupinahurry.

“nottoday,thankyou.here’stomorrow’slist,aswell,”headded,pullingapieeofparhmentfromhisbag.

theelfnoddedandtookthepaper,tukingitintoherpillowase.

hewalkedovertothewallthatleadtothehallway,gningatthelok.itwasonlyseveninthem,andthenumberofpeoplewanderingaroundthehallswouldbefew,thenumberwanderingnearthedungeonsevenfewer.draoastadisillusioharmonhimselfandsteppedoutintothehallway.hehurrieddownthefamiliarpathtohisrooms,passingonlyfiveorsixstudentsintheproess.theyreatedtohimaboutasmuhastheywouldhavereatedtoabreeze.

eventually,hereahedtheoldslytherindungeons.thedormshadbeenmovedabovegroundinanattempttokeeptheslytherinslessseludedfromtherestofthestudentbody,althoughlivinginthedungeonshadneverseemedtoondemnthehufflepuffsinanyway.still,heuoodthese,afterthewar.nowtheoldslytherindungeonswereinastateofapparentdisuse.draoandmgonagallweretheonlyonestoknowthepassword.

draostoppedinfrontofthestonewandmurmured,“sepultura.”

thebriksbegantoshift,openingaholeinthewall,whih