Without so much as a woof, Rodolphus crossed over the cloaking spell his nephew put in place. By the time Hermione followed him back into the tent, he was already transformed back into a human. He looked around the space with a discerning eye. Unsure what he was looking for, she gestured to the table in the middle of the room. As he continued his non-verbal examination of the tent, she kept her hands busy with brewing them some tea in the less efficient Muggle way. The continued silence grew on her nerves. She set a teacup in front of him and blurted out the first question that came to mind.