"Fucking mudblood bitch," he had spat out and begun to flick his wand, and without thinking Hermione had sent a stupefy at him, her teeth gritted against the pain. It had struck him in the chest, and he had crumpled with a heavy thud, and then there hadn’t been any more time to waste on him, because curses were cracking and hissing through the air, and so Hermione had turned back to the Carrows and forced herself to keep fighting.