"No, I — that's different," Ford said, flushing slightly as he glanced back at the wardrobe. "I know what I'm doing." Sort of, a little. He didn't really, not at all, but at least he knew what the wardrobe contained, which meant he was better off than this fellow would have been, and certainly better off than a random passerby who might think this was just an ordinary piece of furniture that had somehow ended up in the forest.

"Do you know how to do that, with the tree?" he asked, with a skeptical glance towards the surrounding forest. He didn't see any trees around that looked big enough to house a wardrobe, anyway, but he also didn't know any particularly efficient digging spells. And suppose he buried this wardrobe and then couldn't find it again the next time he came out here? He still needed to be able to check on it, to make sure nothing happened to let it escape.