“You triggered the ward,” Draco stated, as if it was the clearest thing in the world, pouring himself another cup of tea with a flick of his wand, which was lying next to the rapports on the table. It was however extremely clear to Draco that the wards were the only things that both Potter’s office, the old house and the manor had in common, so there had to be a connection there.<br/>Draco was absolutely certain that an old place like Towthorpe would have some kind of ward that would seem unnecessary to dismantle at first, but was fickle enough that it would be able to create read damage in case it was triggered. How exactly it got triggered was a whole other question, but there was absolutely no doubt in Draco’s mind that that was what had happened.<br/>“I think that you triggered an old ward, probably something that seemed harmless at first sight,” Draco stated, mindlessly flipping through the pages of the report in front of him, as if flipping the pages was going to give him the rest of the answers.<br/>“I am hoping that the last folder might give him the last insight that I need, but I feel fairly certain that that is what happened,” he stated, finally glancing up at Potter again, finding him to be much closer than he had first anticipated. Draco countered this by leaning back into his chair and taking a sip from his tea, cherishing the distance.