They left the Ballroom behind. Draco walked briskly to another part of the Manor. He wanted to be done with what Mr. Wilson was soon to hear about. They ended up in front of a wall. Well, it looked like a wall, but even Mr. Wilson was able to feel the heavy wards applied over it like a coat of thick paint. He’d never felt stronger wards before and he was convinced that whoever tried to enter whatever these wards protected would die a horrible death.