They made it to Hogsmeade in no time, chatting about the most trivial things, then apparated as soon as the anti-barriers dropped. London welcomed them with noise and bursting laughter, as lively as on the Diagon Alley. They arrived near it, too, but didn’t turn into the familiar entryway. Draco barely knew the way himself, but he trusted his instincts and the description provided by Potter; he was also led by a faint hum of magic at his fingertips, as if something was bringing him closer and closer to the forgotten library.