斯拉格霍恩的伪装

A scene of total devastation met their eyes.A grandfather clock lay splintered at their feet, its face cracked, its pendulum lying a little further away like a dropped sword.A piano was on its side, its keys strewn across the floor.The wreckage of a fallen chandelier glittered nearby.Cushions lay deflated, feathers oozing from slashes in their sides; fragments of glass and china lay like powder over everything.Dumbledore raised his wand even higher, so that its light was thrown upon the walls, where something darkly red and glutinous was spattered over the wallpaper.Harry’s small intake of breath made Dumbledore look round.