The seventh year Slytherin dorms had been sealed off after the bomb blast had decimated Adalricus’ room and the two adjacent rooms. The techs were still going through the wreckage with a fine-toothed comb looking for anything and everything that could be used to flush out their quarry. Shards of debris littered the area and the cloying stench of burnt wood, plastics, fabrics, and who-knew-what else a Slytherin might keep in their room hung in the air.