The stagnant smell of rot hit Draco’s nostrils the second the door was opened, causing him to cough before covering his nose and mouth with his sleeve as well. That didn’t stop him from venturing inside, knowing that he had done far too much work on this to not get these answers.<br/>It seemed so very important that they went inside, finally getting a sense of progress and feeling keener than ever to learn more and hopefully be able to get to the bottom of what was wrong with Harry.<br/>He was right behind Harry as they finally ventured inside and he was having a hard time deciding what to look at.<br/>The middle of the room was taken by a large work desk, a solid wooden thing that was littered with different objects, many of which were lit up by the dim blue light. In fact, the only light in the entire room was the dim blue of Draco’s spell emanating from the different objects and Harry’s chest.<br/>In an attempt to stop his unease, Draco stepped further in, keen to explore but stepping with caution, not wanting to accidentally trigger anything that could cause anyone harm. He was so absorbed by the different objects that when he stepped around the work desk, he hardly realised what he was actually looking at before he all but stepped on it, causing him to recoil before his foot could make contact.<br/>“Good lord,” he exclaimed, his arm falling down for a moment before he lifted it up again, immediately reminded by the heavy stench in the room.<br/>“There’s a corpse behind the desk,” he explained, unable to take his eyes off of it but also desperate to get away from it.