"This should be the exact spot," he said, frowning. "If I take a few more steps..." He did so with difficulty, through the knee-deep snow. A gust of wind howled out of nowhere and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. The heavy clouds above were close. Ominously close to them. He turned on the spot, attempting to Apparate, but couldn’t. The air around him was solid, denying him passage. "Perfect," he said, smiling. The anti-Apparition wards still work. Can you give me the broomstick, love?"