It was summer. It was 3:00 pm. Time to stop the search and head back to the hotel. He would continue later at night. Looking around for the nearest alley to disapparate, reminded him again why he had been chosen for this job. No magic government, no apparition arrangements. No magical establishment of any kind to be exact. He smiled, no floo system, but a lot of soot. Define irony. Then again, there was nothing legal about his magic, the conceived dark parts anyway. 