Heading to the Burrow

According to Mad-Eye Moody's plan, the Order of the Phoenix would arrive at Privet Drive at 6:50 p.m., the exact moment Silvan entered the Leaky Cauldron. Ten minutes later, at precisely seven, they would leave with Harry.

And now...

Silvan glanced at the clock inside the pub.

7:02

If everything had gone smoothly, they should have left Privet Drive by now.

That also explained why the sense of danger had suddenly vanished earlier.

If Silvan had guessed correctly, Voldemort had originally intended to come after him and had already set out. But before reaching the Leaky Cauldron, he received news from Privet Drive and changed targets at the last minute.

With Voldemort gone, the danger naturally disappeared.

Silvan picked up the glass on the table and took a huge gulp of Butterbeer. Its sweet flavor seemed capable of dispelling all his tension.

How strange. Why hadn't it had that effect just now?

Silvan stood and left the pub for the back courtyard.

Voldemort still had not appeared. It seemed he had guessed right.

Since Harry's side had already been exposed, there was no need for him to remain here.

That sudden sense of danger earlier was enough to prove their plan had succeeded. His appearance at the Leaky Cauldron had indeed affected Voldemort, making him instinctively relax his attention on Privet Drive.

The window had been brief, less than two minutes, but it should have been enough for the Order of the Phoenix.

Well... probably.

If it had not been enough, there was nothing Silvan could do about it.

But Diagon Alley was certainly safe now.

"Do you want to go help?"

At that moment, Dedalus caught up from behind. He watched Silvan standing beside the entrance to Diagon Alley without going in, then asked after a moment of silence.