It didn’t matter if Harry worked at the ministry for another twenty years, he would never understand why some employees voluntarily stood inside a toilet every day to gain access to their place of employment. There was apparating, and if you couldn’t apparate, you could use the floo system, and if you didn’t have access to the floo system, you better learn to fucking apparate. Harry usually apparated in, then floo’d home. This was the perfect balance he found - he didn’t fall on his arse in the main atrium in front of everybody in the morning, and he didn’t splinch himself apparating home exhausted at the end of the day. Plus, he’d learnt to apparate with a cup of coffee in hand - something he was especially proud of. The first time he’d tried it however, the coffee had exploded unexpectedly in his hand and showered him in boiling liquid.  