That was a skeleton.
The black Hogwarts school robes draped loosely over its withered frame, the fabric already tattered and mottled, as if bearing the weight of countless eons.
Its skin, like paper scorched by intense fire, was dry, cracked, and fragmented, clinging loosely to the bones like a fragile remnant of a film that would peel away entirely at the lightest touch.
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