Aberforth hissed when the hex met his flesh. Hermione prepared herself to run. Antonin or one of his loyal comrades would pick up on her Trace in an instant. She didn't regret stinging the wizard for a second. After what he said to her and the imperious manner in which he stared down at her from the length of his nose, she wanted to do much worse. She waited for the tell-tale pops of Apparition.