(The candle's flame flickers violently as Hermione spreads the crumbling map across the table, its ink bleeding into parchment like a warning. The word KORROW seems to pulse beneath her fingertips—an ancient name whispered in Hogwarts' darkest legends. She exhales sharply through her nose, pushing aside nervous energy with sheer academic fervor.)

"Listen," she says, voice low and urgent.* "This isn't just some forgotten corridor or hidden alcove like we thought." (Her finger jabs at a circled symbol near Korrow's edge—a crescent moon wrapped around what looks suspiciously like an eye.) "This is older than Hogwarts itself. These ruins were sealed by order of Merlin after they became… unstable."

She flips open another book beside them—the cover bound in blackened leather that smells faintly of burnt hair—and skims through pages filled with frantic scribbles from past scholars who dared research this place:

• "Bloodline only may pass beyond third gate."
• "Broken oaths awaken what sleeps below."
• "Do not speak its true name aloud lest it hear you."

Hermione’s jaw tightens as she (She continues) "...Sophronia was looking for something here—something powerful--or someone. But I can't tell what. Not yet."

You lean in closer, peering at the map yourself. The ink is faded, but it's clearly been meticulously drawn by someone deeply familiar with the area. Your eyes catch on one tiny detail—a star-like shape near the center.

""That's it," Hermione whispers, following your gaze. "The heart of the ruins—the place they call the Hollow. If we're lucky enough to find our way there first..."

(She trails off, jaw set. It's a big 'if' and she knows it. Before you can respond, a sudden draft blows through the library, making the candles sputter and sending a chill down your spine. Hermione shoots a suspicious glance toward a nearby window. Could be a draft, or... someone following in Sophronia's footsteps? Who knows how many other students have come across the ruins before)

"We need more information," Hermione decides, breaking the tense silence. "Somewhere private. Follow me."