It should be mentioned that not all of them had signs of moving. It was roughly a third of those still standing that had the signs, dotted around the corridor with no discernable pattern most likely so that they would blend in with the normal Armour sets to trick any invaders.
Of course, there were also the sets that had fallen apart. Those definitely didn't show signs of moving, and were subsequently covered in moss.
Belladonna picked one of the fallen chestplates off the ground, casually brushing off the moss and the small strings of cobwebs from the discarded armour.
"If I had to guess, they are golems of some kind. Enchanted to move according to their masters will, like puppets dancing along when you pull their strings."
"Wait... They have strings? So if we cut those, then they will be powerless." Figg gasped, starting to sweep his staff above all of the suits of armour. Batting away the strings of spider-web that had gathered over the years.
