This was going to be the trickiest part—Harry was still wearing Dudley’s castoffs (though he’d picked the most unobtrusive colors he could), and from what he’d seen with Hagrid, every entrance to the Cauldron drew at least a little attention. He brushed his fringe down over his scar as much as he could, took a deep breath, adopted his best nothing-to-see-here body language, and stepped through the door.