The roof of the ancestral hall started to shake. Parts of the ceiling broke into pieces and rained down in huge flat sheets.
A painful expression appeared on Harry's face. He quickly covered his ears once he heard Isaac's heart-shattering roar. It felt as if a rock had just smashed into his heart.
Next to him, Mitchell also turned dark and solemn. Apparently, things were not well down there.
Isaac's panting, angry voice sounded from below, "Apothecary, bring me a piece of white cloth."
Harry immediately turned and ran outside.
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