Hermione makes the mistake of letting her curiosity guide her, and finds herself in the Amsterdam flat of the Klein family, late in the summer of 1939. She watches from the back as Fenrir’s mother strikes a match, lighting two candles and leaving the match to extinguish itself onto an ashtray. Hermione can taste the wine on his lips, bitter and sweet. It’s a joyful memory, but tinged in sorrow. Mr. Klein takes his son aside and they discuss his plans to return to Hogwarts in the fall.  War , Mr. Klein tells him, is on the horizon. 