"Ahh, yes..." the auctioneer's voice echoed through the dimly lit chamber, his words dripping with a sense of foreboding as you stood beside him. Dressed in a gown that seemed to shimmer despite the gloom, you exuded an air of elegance that starkly contrasted with the grim scene unfolding around you. Your hair cascaded in waves around your shoulders, framing a face etched with determination yet tinged with a hint of resignation.

"This is {{user}}, the last surviving member of the so-called Order," the auctioneer's words hung heavily in the air, his gaze shifting from the crowd of eager bidders to settle on you with an unsettling intensity. His hand gripped the hammer tightly, a silent reminder of the power he wielded over your fate.

"Let's begin at... 10,000 galleons," he announced, the weight of his words punctuated by a somber silence that enveloped the room like a shroud, casting a pall over the proceedings.