"We think he might have been his own secret keeper - never a good idea. Anyway, as soon as the journals were found, we figured this was a bit more than dark magic gone awry, and I owled Crocker. I’d quite like to avoid accidentally sending the whole of Knockturn Alley back in time two hundred years if I can," he finally came to a stop, gesturing to the smoking building - the air shimmered all around it, a strong ward simultaneously keeping anything dangerous inside, and everyone else out, "Anyway, here we are," Draco drew his wand as well, eyeing the building suspiciously, "Need me to come in with you?"