It was only a short flight before he knew he’d crossed the defence perimeter of the Air Marshallry. The protective grid was fairly dense, but Harry blasted through it with a decently powered spell. He was cheered by that, that he’d actually had to put some effort in to get through, even though he was left with a rancid residue on his magic for the aggressive incursion. But he smirked darkly to himself nonetheless, optimistic now that perhaps there might be some sport tonight after all.