The House-elves, by this point, were closing in on them with single-minded determination, so William didn't waste time trying to come up with another plan. "Go," he told the owl, tucking Spencer's note into his pocket, and followed Shane hurriedly into the armory.
He climbed onto a pedestal at the far end of the room and counted as the nine...ten...twelve? House-elves pushed through the door. Where were they all coming from?
William cast a spell to un-stick the closest suit of armor from its plinth and levitated it onto the floor between them and the House-elves. "More specific," he told Shane, not daring to glance away from the huge, hungry eyes turned in his direction. "We can't block the door or we won't have any way out. I think they're sufficiently lured, so how are we keeping them, exactly?"