They stepped into the foyer. It was bigger than Mr. Wilson thought. He heard about how huge Malfoy Manor was, but he hadn't imagined it being that huge. He had to crane his neck to look at the ceiling and the high crystal chandeliers catching the light, blinking like a thousand winks. The marble floors were as shiny as a polished stone, reflecting your silhouette like a slightly ethereal mirror. Some walls were painted in white, some in black. And every piece of furniture was as black as a panther’s fur. Even if the interior design was impeccable, it was a little too perfect. It was ominous, threatening. Like stepping into another mystic and dark dimension. His mouth went dry.