Dobby's eyes flickered.
"It's mainly the Trench Coat."
"But Griffin's Nest really has been busy lately."
"A lot of equipment is being catalogued."
"A lot of people are coming and going."
"Some places are open to visitors now."
"They might close after a while."
Harry understood.
Dobby hadn't just come to explain things this time.
He had also come to give him a heads-up.
"You want me to go."
Dobby immediately said.
"Provided Mr. Harry Potter wants to."
"Dobby cannot decide for you."
"But Dobby recommends going."
"Very strongly."
Harry smiled.
"You've already half decided for me with that."
Dobby tugged sheepishly at his waistcoat.
"Dobby has indeed learned a few guiding techniques lately. The great gentleman always teaches me this way."
Harry looked at the Trench Coat.
That ring of new markings was still glowing.
It wasn't urging him on.
But it hadn't gone dark either.
He knew very well.
Once he stepped through.
What he saw wouldn't be just a piece of equipment.
It would be a whole other set of things.
Training.
Qualifications.
Access.
Position.
Before, he had only vaguely brushed against the edges.
Tonight, he had finally seen the doorframe.
"I'll go."
Harry said.
Dobby's head shot up.
"Really?"
"Really."
"When do we leave?"
Dobby immediately opened the third tier of the brass case.
He took out a small roll of parchment.
"Mr. Harry Potter can decide the time."
Then he blinked.
"The rules don't say Harry Potter has to go alone."
"Having companions and friends to improve alongside is a very wonderful thing. The gentleman always teaches me that."
Harry immediately thought of three people.
"Hermione."
"Ron."
"Ginny."
Dobby nodded.
"Dobby guessed."
"They'll probably come."
"Especially Miss Hermione."
"She'll ask a lot of questions."
Harry said.
"That's perfect."
"I have a lot of questions too."