Apprehensively, Benjamin surveyed their new surroundings. It all felt wrong—wrong in his bones, not just the logical part of his brain. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and the adrenaline coursing through him was making the boy lightheaded.

"Perhaps if we keep moving forwards, it will be more difficult for us to get lost?" the Ravenclaw suggested, clearly not entirely convinced of the fact but doubting splitting up again would do them any good.