McGonagall nodded once. “The diadem. I can’t take you to it. But I can clear a path.” She turned and pointed her wand at the marble staircase. The stairs began to shift, not just moving, but transfiguring . The banisters twisted into serpents made of solid stone that hissed silently. The steps themselves flattened and became a smooth ramp.
“We’re not about to start now, Professor,” Ron said, gripping his wand tighter. Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows Part 2 -20...
The battle had moved beyond screams. It had settled into a low, grinding roar punctuated by the crack of spells and the shriek of collapsing stone. Harry, hidden under his Invisibility Cloak, pressed his back against the cold wall of a corridor off the Grand Staircase. Dust motes danced in the eerie, spell-lit gloom. He could hear Ron and Hermione breathing somewhere to his left, hidden beneath a different Cloak—the one his father had once used, now mended. McGonagall nodded once
“That will take you directly to the seventh-floor corridor,” she said. “It bypasses the Grand Hall and the west wing, where the worst fighting is. Once you’re there, you’re on your own. I have a school to defend.” But I can clear a path