Feeling agreement, I dive for land, finding the top of a more secluded building before flawlessly shifting back again. I’m rather sure my feet barely touch the roof before I’m apparating as close as I can to the mythical island. One I was nearly positive was a myth before today. Because when I land on the shore closest to where Hermione is, my senses are screaming that she’s in the direction of Hy-Brasil has always been assumed to be.