He told Hermione about Uganda on the second Hogsmeade weekend in March.
They were in Tomes and Scrolls, which had become their default first stop. She was looking at a display of advanced Transfiguration texts. He was watching her look at them with the attention he had developed for the way she moved through bookshops.
'Uganda,' she said, when he told her. She had the book open but had stopped reading it.
'Uagadou,' he said. 'The school.'
She looked at him. 'You've arranged a place at Uagadou.'
'My father helped,' he said. 'The two ministries.'
'For July.' A pause. 'Alone?'
'Yes,' he said.
She absorbed this --- the initial response, which was something that was not quite concern and not quite uncertainty, and then the assessment, which was Hermione deciding what she actually thought.
'I would have liked to come,' she said.
'I know,' he said. 'Your parents would not permit it.'
She looked at him. 'No,' she said. 'They would not.' Another pause. 'You thought about asking.'
'I thought about it and arrived at the same conclusion you just did,' he said. 'I'll bring back books. And whatever you want from the market --- tell me specifically, not generally.'
She looked at him with the expression that still did not quite have a name. It had been appearing more frequently since February. He was beginning to understand what it was.
'A compendium of Uagadou's wand-free techniques,' she said. 'If such a thing exists. And anything on magical theory that is not available here.'
'Noted,' he said.
'And something from a market,' she said. 'Something you chose.'
'Yes,' he said.
She went back to the Transfiguration text. He stood beside her in the bookshop and felt, as he occasionally did, the specific quality of being in exactly the right place.