Rattle rattle rattle.

Leaving too of their comrades in the Tower Patch, the flock of dementors descended upon unexplored territory like a flock of starving vultures. While the rest swooped over the seating area, spreading their icy touch wherever they went, another curled its fingers in the air to magically unlock the door blocking their path.

Did the Divination professor see them coming?

Sensing prey elsewhere, two more dementors separated themselves from the flock and glided through the corridor towards fresh hunting grounds.
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