For Boot was growing despondent, judging by his posture, having lost his quarry within the crowd. He moved further into the heart of the bazaar, looking around in increasing desperation. Neville kept pace, moving closer and closer, little by little, quietening his mind, just in case Boot knew how to send out a general Legilimency spell to pick up on any magical brainwave activity nearby. Neville was reasonably confident that Harry had invented that particular spell, but it was never a bad thing to be overcautious when dealing with enemies like this in the field.