At least one of the statues in the Art Hall might be mistaken for magical. It shifted between rather fantastical images of human and not-quite-human (and in some cases, definitely not human) people, lapsing briefly into inky black formlessness between each one. Harry didn't get to watch it very long before there was the sound of throat-clearing in the darkness.

"I realize that the statue puts them out there for everyone to see," said a husky female voice from the same direction as the throat-clearing. "But would you mind terribly not gawking at my memories?"