Gabe cracked his neck, closed his eyes. He cleared his mind, willing his imagination to picture the deserted street outside the Leaky Cauldron; no Muggle would be wandering around at that hour.
He turned abruptly on the spot, stepped forward into a black, compressing nothingness -
- and found himself standing outside the mouldy, ancient inn.
He checked himself carefully to make sure he was all in one piece.