Harry threw the last of his beer down his neck, threw his hood over his head and followed Owain and Hermione from the pub. They walked quickly, tagging on to groups crossing at road lights and mingling with tourists as mounted police trotted by and scanned the crowd from on high. There were police everywhere, on horses, in cars, and patrolling on foot. Hermione began to think they wouldn't get through at all. At one point Owain even forced them into a bus shelter and talked in loud French until a couple of armed police officers gave them up as a bad job and walked on.