"It is most curious," Harry agrees, turning slowly in a circle to look around. He ventures a short distance away—nothing too far from his compatriots—and peers into what seems to be an overgrown fruit orchard. Fat overripe fruits similar to plums lie on the ground where they have fallen, and others hang thickly from the limbs. He reaches up and pulls one down.

No, he isn't going to eat it. But he does inspect it very carefully.

"It is as if the inhabitants simply left."