The elf escorted them to the door. “Oh, by the way, sir. You left these behind.” Jorrie held out his hand and placed several small items in the palm of Harry’s hand.

“Er. Thank you, Jorrie.”

“You’re welcome, sir.” And with that, the door to the gatehouse closed behind them.

Bill looked at the items in Harry’s hands. “Are those your tracers?”

“Yes. Every last one of them.” Harry frowned, then looked back at the closed door. “What do you suppose Malfoy is hiding?”

“What makes you think he’s hiding anything?”

“It’s Malfoy.”