The sun was slanting westward. Inside a dim, small room in the Soul Testing Room on the fifth floor of St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, the air was heavy with the faint scent of potion and a quiet oppression that seemed to swallow every corner in silence.
"How much time is left?"
An elderly voice broke the silence, low and slow, as if carrying across the gaps of passing years. The voice bore a majesty that could not be ignored, yet seemed to harbor an unspoken exhaustion.
Chapter 477