"It doesn't." The snow had penetrated into his brain after the lack of noise, and again he didn't want to know what it said about the way his mind worked. "I'm still more worried about the lack of voices. That means that the school is somehow isolated. The snow-" Hermione would have a theory, but she was back there with Ron. "Don't know. We'll figure it out," he said with conviction.
He moved steadily toward the school. This made him feel alive, the adrenaline clearing his alcohol obfuscated brain like nothing else. A tiny smile appeared on his face. "Hogwarts always keeps us on our toes. Remember our first detention. Eleven year old and dealing with murders. You were so scared, while I was curious. I wanted to find him and stop him."
Harry shook his head. "Why can't we heard the students? It's May, they should be outside. We should hear them. Even with the weather, school is almost over. Why is there nothing?"