There was a muted huff, but the sound of the door opening caught my ears. My eyes scoured the lower floor for notes left on any tables. Merlin’s old raggedy bed was nestled into an alcove with nothing that remained of his personal effects. My feet took me to the first table, which contained far too many clockwork devices that resemble Time Turners. While I started to skim the ancient papers and notes, I heard Professor Flitwick close the door behind him and asked Luna, "hello, Luna. I had noti- oh you have one of Hermione’s creations in your hands."