Harry Potter. Quaint. So something was wrong. If Anton expected Skulduggery to run some sort of interference and find out what that was, to somehow be a comfort to whatever Valdis was going through, then - no. It wouldn't be that simple. Anton knew Skulduggery better than that.

He shrugged as he walked. "Fair enough. Let me know if you see anything unusual."

Apart from everything which was broken, all the holes in the roof leading down into crumbling rooms, and the enormous head of a continent-sized turtle visible even from this distance.