An idea struck her on how to put to bed the mystery. It seemed completely crazy, but she didn't exactly have a lot of options. If she was lucky, it would work. Gathering the file in her arms again, Hermione headed for the basement. There had been no reason to go downstairs since she returned to Hogsmeade. Before she almost killed her husband and when she believed that what she was doing for the regime was her destiny, her calling, she spent a great deal of time down there. It was something like her home office.