Ah, right. It was Halloween of the year 2001, probably right during the middle of the bloody Death Eater Revivalist attack on the Ministry. It would go very poorly for those arseholes, but Granger wouldn’t know that just yet. Merlin’s tits, he should’ve guessed: Granger must have set her spells to detect the Chrono-Apparition, whether she knew exactly what she was tracking or not, and his appearance had alerted her. He scowled, begrudgingly admitting that his mysterious arrival during the attack would have to appear quite suspicious to her.