Knockturn Alley was lively in a way Hermione had never seen before--it was a rare crisp, bright day, and clearly everyone had come out to take advantage of it—voices rang out from every which way. Bells chimed, dogs barked, children laughed and ran about. Music played loudly somewhere—Hermione could only guess it was coming from the small crowd slightly ahead of them—she could make out the merry tune of a fiddle, and the audience there was clapping along to the rhythm. She had never seen the place so...merry, and it was unsettling.