Harry had no idea where the magical connection for that Chime of Delusion thing was. But knowing that no one was secretly watching them, he stopped worrying about it and continued his holiday.
Yes, Harry felt that coming here was a holiday for him.
It was much the same as being at home.
At home, though, there was more entertainment available, while here he could use magic. Harry could not decide which was better just yet.
But on his fifth day at Nurmengard, things changed a little.
At breakfast that day, Grindelwald came downstairs as usual-he only came down for meals, and sometimes not even then.
Then he glanced at Harry and Nagini, who were already eating with no intention of waiting for him, and said in a rather bemused tone, "Did you two come here just to eat, drink, sleep, and read all day?"
"What else would we do?" Harry was a little puzzled too. In fact, he had no idea what he was supposed to do here now.
After all, he had originally come because Dumbledore had said Grindelwald was interested in the fact that there was a piece of someone else's soul in his head, and that the two could coexist. But he had already devoured Voldemort's soul fragment.
So Harry genuinely had no idea what else there was for him to do here now.
Nagini, meanwhile, had no intention of acknowledging Grindelwald at all, even though, comparatively speaking, she actually had something more important to do here-have Grindelwald help her resolve the matter of her being a Horcrux.
"Well, there really isn't much reason for you to be here now, Potter," Grindelwald said, watching Harry with interest. "How about I go find Albus and have him take you back?"
"I don't mind," Harry said. He genuinely