            The mouse began to scurry, trying to veer left and right, but Hermione kept it straight towards the Veil. The chain pulled behind it, soundless as it slithered against the stone. She felt no tug—the mouse could wander as far as it liked away from her, while she remained planted firmly on the other side. With another flick of her hand, Hermione watched the mouse inch closer to the Veil. The tattered fabrics rustled, reaching out like fingers. The mouse tried again to flee, but Hermione set it straight with another, firmer spell. One, two, three more steps—