Kingsley Shacklebolt released his grip on the witch, but even without touching her, Hermione knew that she wouldn't be fast enough to get away. Whatever he'd been doing in the past twenty years when he wasn't saving a foolish woman from the ravages of potion-withdrawal, it was evident that he'd kept his skills developed as a dark wizard catcher honed. She'd grown lazy. Even if she didn't consider the year on the run, she'd allowed her position in the Ministry to make her soft.