Hermione didn't wait to wonder if Aberforth's warning was sincere. The first moment she could, she left Edinburgh. Even though her store of money was rapidly depleting, she bought another ticket out. Her next destination took her back to the south, but not to a city of any measurable size. She randomly selected a village name from a list at the ticket counter, somewhere lovely and Welsh-sounding. To the best of her knowledge, there weren't any large Resistance cells in Wales. All she had to worry about was a stray Death Eater here or there. Death Eaters she knew how to handle.