BAM!!!
The table shattered into countless pieces, splinters flying in every direction.
Master Snape stood motionless, his piercing gaze locked onto the hooded figure before him.
The figure lowered her head, her body tense as if expecting the worst.
"Mind telling me again..." Snape's voice was eerily calm, sending a shiver through the air. "You lost them?..... Both of them? Not even the horns—artifacts capable of controlling dragons—worked as intended?" He stepped forward, his tone blank yet brimming with unspoken fury.
The hooded figure let out a silent sigh, her fingers tightening around the horn in her hand before she finally spoke, "I didn't lose them... The situation spiralled out of control.
The horns were useless." She held up the once-powerful blue horn, now drained of its colour, its vibrant glow faded into a lifeless pale shade.