A door stood ajar to Harry’s left, he squeezed through it and found himself inside what looked like a disused classroom. The dark shapes of desks and chairs were piled against the walls and there was an upturned waste-paper basket - but propped against the wall facing him was something that didn’t look as if belonged there, something that looked as if someone had just put it there to keep it out of the way. Something concealed under a large sheet. Harry walked closer until he was close enough to touch it, he let his curiosity get the best of him and pulled she sheet down. It was a wardrobe.