"Look out!" Neville yelled. Hermione turned, pointing her wand ready to cast, only to realise he was staring at the head of the Bellatrix in the bell jar. It was shrinking, the skin softening, her teeth returning to a white, longer appearance as she rapidly gained youth—slowly it began to slide down her body as well. "It’s Time," Hermione realised. "Time..." itself, captured in the bell jar. 