That alley seemed safe. Another lesson learned in the week he had spent on the Island. Not because it looks abandoned, means it is inhabited. He was received with a bucket of waste water thrown at his face during an attempt to apparate from a demolished building. The old scrawny lady looked at him with amusement and shook her head without even apologizing, mumbling something about young kids these days walking on the moon in her native language which he could speak, but when it came down to popular slang he was lost in translation. 