Once again, the scene was quiet. No one in the ancestral hall dared to utter a single word, it was terrifyingly quiet. Everyone's heartbeat and breathing could be heard.
Remus remained motionless, carefully observing the ancestral hall.
It was vast, and there was a huge, mountain-like wall in front of him. 16 giant portraits were hanging on it, they were the ancestors of the Cosbys. Below them were the ancestral graves that were surrounded by the main members of the family.
The Cosbys had been around for 18 generations, so there were thousands of tombs, each with a midnight opal in front of it.
Right now, the lights were shaking, and the whole hall was bright. The more Remus looked at it, the deeper he frowned. He was unsure of what was happening.
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