By all means, it was big—maybe even bigger than the main library hall, taking into account all the adjacent rooms—and every single shelf was stacked with books to its full capacity. Pansy brushed her fingertips against the spines and she couldn’t help but wonder why they felt the need to restrict such a huge deal of knowledge from students. Surely, some books were dangerous—like the one that wanted to bite off her finger and Pansy barely managed to jump away—but some were just old volumes, barely holding onto their hinges, containing spells nobody ever heard of and nobody developed further. It was a pity to see magic wasting away like this.