Bridge In Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I turned back and noticed that one of the students carried Brownwell’s head and body. Brownwell was a great man, a good man, he didn’t deserve such a death. The bridge was built in a gothic style, the black obsidian stones supported it. At the end of the bridge stood a tall white gate large and shiny in all its glory, it looked like it hadn’t been opened for ages and yet once we reached it, the gates opened. Not outward nor inward, but upwards lifting towards the sky like a whale trying to eat. What followed was a gust of wind that hit our faces exposing a large, magnificent castle with a colossal structure of a werewolf in front, possessing a key between its jaws.