The next morning, just after dawn, Harry rose while the house was still asleep and moved into the cool of the sub-levels of the Palace. There was no sound down here, it was all as it should be. That wasn't surprising, as the magic of the Palace was more focused here than anywhere else on the property. Every time Harry opened the door he was hit with a little puff of energetically charged magical force. He always likened it to what he expected would happen when the space shuttle docked at the international space station ... a transfer of air, a sharing of light and freshness