Harry’s brows furrowed, his expression changing to one of confusion rather than panic, lips parted in a query he didn’t know how to phrase. He found Malfoy’s words endlessly harder to read than his immediate reaction; Malfoy’s look of distress had been replaced by a polite front, blanketing any genuine expression that might add to the context of his words. It made his point exceptionally hard to follow, though he clearly thought there was cause for concern.<br/>"In what way ‘serious’?" Harry questioned when it became apparent that Malfoy didn’t intent on going on of his own fruition. There was little worry in Harry’s voice, though his brow remained furrowed. It felt difficult to find any justification in Malfoy’s panic by what little Harry himself had experienced.<br/>"It is from Towthorpe? Besides these last few days, I’ve had no adverse effects," he went on, not as a dismissal of Malfoy’s expertise but as an attempt to translate words into his lived reality for his own understanding. Though triggering a ward was certainly an issue in and of itself, Harry hadn’t experienced anything else that confirmed he carried foreign magic. "I didn’t come to you Monday with anything but an inkling."