Harry stalked forwards and Hermione felt wary of him a moment such was his visceral ire. There was a vein popping in the exposed skin of the temple just above his one remaining eye, and his anger was sweeping off him in hot waves. Then Hermione looked down and saw Harry carrying something in his clenched left fist. For a wild moment she thought he’d come via the fairground and won her a stuffed toy at one of the stalls.