"From what I see, the only thing she's getting out of all this is publicity," he said with a note of disgust. He looked to the right for an exit, but only saw what looked to be a doorway that led to- holy bloody fucking hell, it looked like some sort of recreation of the death of Harry's parents and infant Harry's first 'defeat' of Voldemort! He grabbed onto Harry's arm and quickly pulled him away from there before his friend could even catch a glimpse of it.
"This way, mate, and on to cauldrons! I believe there are some from around the world, right? I wonder what Russian cauldrons look like? Quite interesting stuff there..."