The moment Malfoy shifted backwards Harry’s sheer disadvantage going into the conversation seemed to dawn on him. While Harry could justifiably apparate through whatever wards allowed him to pass, he had little grounds to force himself further into Malfoy’s property once he had slammed the door on him.<br/>It visibly made Harry reconsider, swallowing a harsher reply than the one he eventually spoke.<br/>"Then at least explain how to diagnose the effect without the artifact," Harry tried, taking the last step up the stairs. It was a new approach to information he desperately needed, albeit his voice remained strained in his attempt to maintain his composure.<br/>It annoyed him to no end that Malfoy certainly knew more than he wanted to disclose to Harry yet having some grand idea that nothing could be discussed were it not clinically conclusive. Precisely such pedantics had protected Malfoy’s right to publishing anonymity and Harry was sick of it.<br/>It was when Malfoy took another step into the foyer that Harry’s frustration came to a cusp. Harry lunged a step forward to grip Malfoy’s forearm, preventing him from pulling the door closed any further.<br/>"I know you passed your Healer’s exams," Harry pointed, irate.