How long had it been this time? He was now on the 6th day. Okay, he could stretch it... Four more days, would break his own record and plenty of hours to search. Two birds, one shot. He was now having a staring contest with the telephone thing. When did he put on his shirt? The sun was already setting. He cast a map in the air. Where was the next pinned location? There was a golden snitch flickering on the holographic image. The Ministry owed him big time for this little creation of his. It was basically a healers diagnostic spell, hacked to map terrains, but they didn’t need to know that. Time to go. Feeling lucky? He put on his jacket tapping all the items in place. Wand, check. Locator, check. Suppressant, check. Port key... Port key? There! Check! Ready to part. Malfoy frowned. There was a tray on the small dining table with a steamy cup of tea. Did he order tea? He approached the alluring service with caution, lifting the cup to his nose he recognized the delicious aroma, the translucent ruby red liquid captured all his senses and he was drinking it like a man who found his Oasis. Sweet Morgana! Hibiscus was his new drug.