Crack. The sound of apparation was made in the absolute darkness. Ron clicked the Deluminator, and the first ball of light joined the lamp. He clicked the Deluminator 11 more times, and the street on which the four friends were standing was plunged into light once more.
“Thank god Dumbledore gave me this,” whispered Ron.
“Shush!” hissed Hermione.
Harry rolled his eyes. They were using the Disillusionment Charm, so at least they didn’t have to squeeze under the Cloak. Beside him, Ginny was trying not to laugh.
“Come on,” said Harry, sighing. They crept up the street and close to the hotel they would be staying in. Once there, they removed the Charms so they were visible. Opening the hotel door, Harry heard the soft tink of the bell. “Hello,” said the woman behind the counter, smiling at them – especially Ron.
“Hello,” responded Harry. “I think we booked three rooms here? Check for Potter and Weasley,
The attendant flipped through her record book. “Hmm,” she said. “Yes, you are here. Floor 7, rooms 6, and 7. Here are the keys.” She handed them, and Ron took them from her.
They moved upstairs to the 7th floor, and got settled in their rooms for the night.
The next morning, before Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were awake, Harry attended to some business. He apparated to Scotland, the city of Edinburgh. Once there, he went to the only Muggle house he knew – the house of a great friend. He managed to convince her to come with him, and they both apparated back to the hotel.
WHO CAN GUESS THE NAME OF HARRY’S GREAT MUGGLE FRIEND?