The decisive advantage that comes with the end of my charade is that I can now go to the surface at any time without having to fear that my cover will be blown. At least in theory. And at my own peril, of course. Yesterday the mere thought would have tormented me, but today, oddly enough, that's no longer the case. Rather, knowing that the Niffler is out of the bag and I can fight the Death Eaters openly fills me with a certain satisfaction. I tell myself it has absolutely nothing to do with Granger and I making a pretty decent team in combat. (Blaise's words.)