"They're not there as often as that. Just for ... special occasions," he said, trying to keep his voice neutral. He shrugged. "I don't know about that, but it's a fair guess."
He tried to stay away from Level Ten. Cowardly, perhaps, but he had a feeling he'd do something rash if he wandered down there. Besides, Dementors made him cold for days after.
"The MLE does, from time to time. They're taking a particular interest in looking for ..." He snapped his mouth shut before he could say anything else. What was wrong with him? Lupin wasn't an Auror, he wasn't a member of the MLE - he wasn't even a member of the Ministry. He was a member of a vigilante group.
Taking a bite of fish, he shrugged again. "I'm sure you can guess, but I probably shouldn't say."