He walked to his bag and pulled out the gun. Hermione’s spelled holster was too obvious against the sharp lines of Malfoy’s robes. So, though it was dangerous, Harry tucked the weapon into the waistband at his back, smoothing his jacket over the top. He glanced in a mirror to ensure it wasn’t noticeable and readjusted his clothing. He patted his pockets to ensure he had everything else he might need and kept them hidden away tidily. He knew he’d have to be presentable, Voldemort would expect an update. And soon.