One day, the Great Hall had been reduced to ruin and stone littered with bodies; and the next—after months of quiet repairs and spells—it stood again, whole and gleaming, though emptier. Even with the addition of the “eighth year,” as McGonagall had announced, there were still fewer voices at the long tables, fewer footsteps on the stairs. The absences lingered heavier than the shadows.

KC

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