Mo's first stop was sort of a no-brainer. If he had to think of a place that had the most portraits to jab with his wand, it was definitely the Entrance Hall. The walls were lined with old men and women in funny dresses and a large number of very hilarious hats. Mo started near the bottom of the Grand Staircase, tapping carefully against the canvas as the professor had demonstrated.

And it did not appear that an inhabited canvas particularly cared for the poking. "Sorry," he mumbled before moving on to pokepokepoke at another portrait.