"Well, then I guess, science is a closed path to me,’ Harry lay down on the couch. He stared at the fire: it reminded him of Hogwarts, but in the silence of the library it was hard to believe that his beloved school was still burning. It was always dark here, and the rustling of the pages was the only sound that broke the suffocating silence. Voldemort had left him to return to his reading, and Harry spent some time alone with his thoughts.