Draco seemed to have a similar thought, and with a flick of his wand the torches that lined the tower’s stone wall to Harry’s right blazed into life, though their flickering light was hardly adequate to see clearly by - he could just about make out the large table that was flush with the wall and covered in old and broken telescopes, and the functioning telescopes on the other side of the room that had been carefully covered by an enormous white dust sheet. Harry bought himself some time by folding up his cloak and the map, and placing them carefully on the table, before he turned his attention fully to Draco.