Ron and Hermione found themselves in a small room. The opened the door and were in a tiny cafe with many robed witches and wizards sitting at the tables. Ron and Hermione went outside to see the village. It was a busy little village located between two mountains. Hermione and Ron walked around looking at the shops around them. This couldn't possibly be a full wizarding community, so why weren't there any muggles? Everyone was wearing robes, but there wasn't anybody who mentioned anything magic-like even though the names of the shops could easily give it away.
"Maybe there's a travel agency here that we can find information on the wizarding part of the city." Ron suggested.
"Excuse me," Hermione stopped a man wearing robes and a pointed hat, "Is there a Travel Agency here?"
"You mean like for airplanes? No, not in this tiny town." He shook his head.
"No, I mean like floo or something for witches or wizards."
The man laughed. "We haven't seen a witch here for four hundred years!"
He walked away chuckling.
"I could have sworn that was a wizard," Ron said.
"Let's go back to the cafe," Hermione said, "If the fireplace there works with floo, the owner must be a wizard." They went back and asked the owner. The owner was obviously a witch because when they asked she told them to talk to her in the kitchen. The only magical activity they found in the whole village was in the kitchen.
"So you two are new here?" the witch asked.
"Yes, we're on vacation." Hermione answered. The witch didn't make any comment on whether they should be in the army or not.
"Well, this village is full of muggles. Most of them very thick, I would say, haven't yet noticed they are surrounded with witches and wizards, though they caught up with the fashion very quickly. See, Godric's Hollow is cut off from the rest of the world. News doesn't get out of here much. That's why we don't bother fixng the memory of the muggles here. Many of them have seen magic once or twice. They believe it's spirits, you see, they are very superstitious."
"Why doesn't anyone come here?" Hermione questioned.
"Well, most of them are afraid, if you mean wizards that is. Muggles just don't have any way to travel over here. We only have one famous landmark here, but it's not exactly a tourist site. I mean who would want to go there anyway?"
"What landmark?" Ron asked. The witche's eyes widened.
"You know, the place where it happened. The place where cause the cause of our suffering was stopped. Forever, we thought. But no, it has come back. He is back." There was a loud boom somewhere and fire was shooting out of one of the ovens.
"How many times have I told you not to turn on the gas oven with your wand?!" the witch yelled at someone. "Those muggles'll come searching if they think it's magic. Now, turn on the oven like you're supposed to, Earnest."
"Um, where is this place you are talking about?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, it's just all the way downhill on this street. Used to be a beautiful neighborhood. Now, it's all by itself." Hermione and Ron said their thanks and left.
"What did you want to know that for?" Ron asked as they went out to look for someplace to stay.
"Well as long as we are hiding, we might as well check out the historical points of the city." Hermione said with her eyes shining. It seemed like the first time she found joy in learning since Harry was gone. Ron didn't notice but pointed out the local Inn. They took two rooms and turned in for the night.
"Maybe there's a travel agency here that we can find information on the wizarding part of the city." Ron suggested.
"Excuse me," Hermione stopped a man wearing robes and a pointed hat, "Is there a Travel Agency here?"
"You mean like for airplanes? No, not in this tiny town." He shook his head.
"No, I mean like floo or something for witches or wizards."
The man laughed. "We haven't seen a witch here for four hundred years!"
He walked away chuckling.
"I could have sworn that was a wizard," Ron said.
"Let's go back to the cafe," Hermione said, "If the fireplace there works with floo, the owner must be a wizard." They went back and asked the owner. The owner was obviously a witch because when they asked she told them to talk to her in the kitchen. The only magical activity they found in the whole village was in the kitchen.
"So you two are new here?" the witch asked.
"Yes, we're on vacation." Hermione answered. The witch didn't make any comment on whether they should be in the army or not.
"Well, this village is full of muggles. Most of them very thick, I would say, haven't yet noticed they are surrounded with witches and wizards, though they caught up with the fashion very quickly. See, Godric's Hollow is cut off from the rest of the world. News doesn't get out of here much. That's why we don't bother fixng the memory of the muggles here. Many of them have seen magic once or twice. They believe it's spirits, you see, they are very superstitious."
"Why doesn't anyone come here?" Hermione questioned.
"Well, most of them are afraid, if you mean wizards that is. Muggles just don't have any way to travel over here. We only have one famous landmark here, but it's not exactly a tourist site. I mean who would want to go there anyway?"
"What landmark?" Ron asked. The witche's eyes widened.
"You know, the place where it happened. The place where cause the cause of our suffering was stopped. Forever, we thought. But no, it has come back. He is back." There was a loud boom somewhere and fire was shooting out of one of the ovens.
"How many times have I told you not to turn on the gas oven with your wand?!" the witch yelled at someone. "Those muggles'll come searching if they think it's magic. Now, turn on the oven like you're supposed to, Earnest."
"Um, where is this place you are talking about?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, it's just all the way downhill on this street. Used to be a beautiful neighborhood. Now, it's all by itself." Hermione and Ron said their thanks and left.
"What did you want to know that for?" Ron asked as they went out to look for someplace to stay.
"Well as long as we are hiding, we might as well check out the historical points of the city." Hermione said with her eyes shining. It seemed like the first time she found joy in learning since Harry was gone. Ron didn't notice but pointed out the local Inn. They took two rooms and turned in for the night.