Harry made a little sound at that, almost sounding excited on Malfoy’s behalf.<br/>"That’s a good read," he said off-handed, but his sentiment was genuine. He returned the journal page back to the folder, turned right way around. Despite the abrupt pause to that precise operation, Harry though it to be an interesting case.<br/>Harry had spent his entire career working on finding and removing war-time magic; the job had changed over the course of the past decade, and especially the houses becoming harder to find as the witness statements harder to get to. Wartime magic was by now only being discovered through either Muggle alerts or environmental changes. Harry had really come to enjoy the increased challenge of locating it.<br/>He relaxed back into his chair, eyes finally meeting Malfoy’s. He crossed his arms over his chest.<br/>"It’s an old decrepit house in the heathland; the Ministry was only made aware of it the third time a Muggle huntsman reported that some teenagers were lighting fireworks within it," he said, not shy to spoil what would either way be stated from the very first document of that folder.<br/>Harry paused another moment, before eventually adding an honest admission. "The magic there’s unstable, and I don’t doubt that applies to the wards as well. Testimony from the residents point to it once being covered by quite the glamour, seeing as not everybody could even attest to its existence, despite currently being perfectly visible from the main road."