Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
The fire in Albus Dumbledore's office crackled softly, a sound that seemed muted by the heavy, oppressive silence. Outside, a perpetual drizzle slicked the windows of Hogwarts, blurring the distant lights of Hogsmeade. The usual array of spinning silver instruments on his desk were still, their delicate gears silent. Dumbledore himself sat behind the grand desk, his expression uncharacteristically grave.
About Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
The fire in Albus Dumbledore's office crackled softly, a sound that seemed muted by the heavy, oppressive silence. Outside, a perpetual drizzle slicked the windows of Hogwarts, blurring the distant lights of Hogsmeade. The usual array of spinning silver instruments on his desk were still, their delicate gears silent. Dumbledore himself sat behin...Read more