"There is no cellar," Harry interrupted, but what could have been a dismissal was instead bright and attentive. His mind was going a million miles an hour, a new interpretation to the data as he mentally flickered through the weeks of work put into stabilizing the surrounding area.<br/>"I don’t have it with me, but we scanned the house and the property, and the model showed no undergrown structures besides the trench for an old outhouse some way back on the plot of land."<br/>Harry could see it ahead of him, a translucent model of the house suspended in a sphere, the spell searching an equal distance below the grown as above it. There was nothing below it.<br/>"It wouldn’t just be warded, but perfectly concealed - still," he added, making a point to say that the house was well over a decade old, and that any magic of that calibre usually demanded regular upkeep. Not even Hogwarts was warded that entirely, his father’s map a testimony to the possibility of mapping hidden structures. It made Harry blink, once again overcome with the regret of not having asked how they had come about that magic.<br/>"The house’s been scanned since the spike, but I don’t know if the terrain scan was repeated," Harry resumed, pushing that loss aside. The order of proceedings still felt like a justified decision. Nobody had expected a cellar to appear. "I’ll look into that."