Spencer laughed, cocking his head to listen to the armour's masterful rendition. "Never boring," he agreed. "Or quiet, either." He thought of the constant presence of students, and then of the magical things on top of that: dangerous plants appearing out of nowhere, unexpected zombie invasions, love potions and patronuses flooding the corridors, bindrunes humming dark in hidden rooms.
"They should send people here on day trips or something," he said.