Voldemort's Failed Fidelius Charm

When Harry also climbed the stone steps and entered the passage behind the portrait, the sounds in the room seemed to vanish all at once.

The passage was much cleaner than they had imagined, with no cobwebs or strange smells. Its dirt floor had been trampled smooth. Brass lamps hung along both sides, casting their shadows onto the walls, where they swayed gently.

"I'm so glad to see you again, Silvan," Harry said happily, his voice echoing through the long passage.

"Likewise, Harry." Silvan yawned. "But how did you manage to get to Hogsmeade safely? According to our guess, the Death Eaters should have surrounded the area by now."

"Thanks to Hermione, she—"

"It was because my Apparition failed and accidentally sent us here," Hermione interrupted Harry, glancing at him. "It wasn't my doing. If you asked me to do it again, I definitely couldn't."

A failed Apparition?

After hearing Hermione's explanation, Silvan couldn't help clicking his tongue.

A failed Apparition had led them to the wrong destination, yet brought them to exactly the right place—and kept them from being discovered by the Death Eaters controlling the Ministry of Magic. That was absurdly good luck.

"Wait, you said you found Nagini?"

"That's right. She's at Riddle Manor in Little Hangleton," Harry said. "You've seen Headmaster Dumbledore's Pensieve too. You must know where it is."

"Ah, I know." Silvan nodded.

He was a little surprised, but on second thought, it made perfect sense.

Nearly everyone in the wizarding world who knew Voldemort was Tom Riddle was dead, while other wizards would never pay attention to a Muggle house that had been abandoned for so long.

Still, Silvan didn't think Voldemort would have left the place without traps.

Come to think of it, before seeing Harry this time, Silvan had never considered