Harry wondered at one point if Ravenclaw had minded that Gryffindor had stuck his wand (mind you it wasn’t his figurative wand, but his actual wand; ten inches made of birch, “My other wand isn’t so small if you know what I mean.”) in that ‘place’ and wondered, too, if she had gotten splinters. The young wizard stood and stretched his arms. “I tricked Malfoy into freeing Dobby,” said Harry. The young wizard stood and stretched his arms. “I know of a useful tool you can use to destroy the Horcuxes when you find them.”
“What is it?” Harry asked, eager for any help he could get. flushed. No difficult challenge stood in the way of the awesome mental powers of Hermione Jane Granger, smartest witch in her generation, when she put her mind to it. Lousy effing sun. “Excuse me, what was that?”
“Me? “I think we should proceed with formalities before I continue,” Gryffindor finished with an air of arrogance.
