Harry felt a tingle in his brain; he was seldom a victim of coincidences. McClaggen’s travel and his new Australian ID card didn’t seem random. He could hear the Hermione-in-his-head telling him he was overreacting, and he shushed her. He kept his voice intentionally light, "Australia? That’s far." He looked away, pretending to observe the ferret chasing after green gnomes near the remaining garden wall. 