So they continued without the third part of their trio. Out of the castle, down the dark hills and towards the lonely, dark house that still gave her goosebumps. The planks creaked underneath their weight as they entered the house and Hermione was quick to cast a muffliato. They had only made it halfway down the hallway towards the stairs when they heard muffled voices from one of the rooms on the ground floor. They snuck closer and slipped into the room next to it, where they could peer through the dilapidated wall.