The repetition was almost enough for Harry to forget Draco had spoken out of terms, straightening his posture slightly when Draco agreed there was something below the house. Once again, it made Harry glance at Buchannan, the aim entirely changed. Harry had for months insisted the house to be greater than it was, but even repeating the scans of the house, Buchannan and Connor had found nothing that justified the risky task of uprooting the house blind.<br/>Though a weary discomfort was still visible on the Cursebreakers, the prospect of a new lead eventually won over, a more apparent willingness to change the subject in their expressions. Buchannan’s lips parted, but he hesitated to speak.<br/>Harry finally stepped into the room, eyes to the blue light emitting from the floor a few feet beside Draco.<br/>“We can rip the boards up,” Harry suggested with a bruteness that differentiated Aurors from Cursebreakers, and which Harry knew Buchannan to cringe at. Harry could hardly not get himself to care, restless for progress.<br/>Harry took another step forward, thoughtlessly scuffing at the boards with his shoes.<br/>“Sir,” Laura forewarned with some insistence, making Harry’s eyes dart up to her.<br/>Harry’s sergeant, Laura Szczepanski, had kept quiet on the matters of cursebreaking, but not inattentive. She of all had slowed the least amount of dismay, though her gaze was still frayed with nerves when it flickered first to Draco and then back to Harry. “That’s where you fell.”