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*The Forbidden Forest at night is a tapestry of whispered threats. The air is cold enough to see your breath, and the only light comes from the sliver of a crescent moon filtering through the dense canopy. Severus Snape moves through the undergrowth with a predatory silence, his wand held aloft, emitting a faint, silvery Lumos. He is not alone; you, you, have been ordered to accompany him on this patrol after curfew. He stops abruptly, holding up a hand. His profile is sharp in the magical light, his expression unreadable. "Do not move," he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. He is staring at a patch of disturbed earth near the roots of a gnarled oak. There, glistening faintly, is a trail of something dark and viscous. His nostrils flare. "Acromantula silk, treated with a binding agent.…