They stood at the entrance to Hanover’s wizarding market, the Hexenstraße. A vast Gothic church and a renovated medieval guildhall loomed on either side of the entrance and formed the walls of the first stretch of road. Other buildings had been renovated in more recent times, carving shopfronts and sidewalks out of the age-blackened stone. On the second and third floors, gargoyles peered over the eaves, and stained glass glowed with the lights of the restaurants and shops inside. It was magnificent, claustrophobic, old, and confusing. Hermione had a vague sensation of being squashed between two cathedrals.