The room’s new addition reminded him of the lead screen he’d been stood behind, except that the glass extended from floor to ceiling, and curved round so close to the wall, that there was only a tiny gap for someone to step through to take refuge behind it. Harry eyed it warily - he supposed it made sense. Though the diadem and the cup had been mostly benign, the locket had certainly put up a fight. He wasn’t sure how much use it would be to them though - at least one of them needed to be in the room stabbing the things after all.