“I don’t know,” Harry was quick to fold; while everything else was a matter of phrasing a subjective hunch, Draco was asking questions Harry couldn’t possibly answer.<br/>“At Aberdeen it warded a concealed cellar, but we’ve got no evidence that is the case at Towthorpe.”<br/>Harry had done what he could to, from a distance, scope out the possibility of the injury at Towthorpe stemming from a similar ward. Mindlessly, he picked at the Towthorpe journal entry he had originally been reading through, though making no move to retrieve the corresponding case file. The silver, spherical map of the house rested safely in an abandoned teacup on Harry’s desk; no cellar existed at Towthorpe.<br/>“I have no way of knowing whether it was stronger by the time it was put up, or if they’ve just deteriorated differently.”