This hideout isn't as bare as the warehouse in Sheffield. It's just as dark, but full of nooks and crannies and completely furnished, so I stretch out an arm to signal Granger to pause for a second. I mutter a Homenum Revelio that tells us there are currently four people in the house. And once again, luck is on our side, because every single one of them is in the room at the end of the very hallway we're standing in.