Not bothering to even stop to pull her cloak down off the hook, Hermione rushed out the front door. In that moment she didn't care if she never learned the secret of what Rodolphus had been doing to her mind. There were things that were more important. If she had to forgo any knowledge of his damned plans and the fucking spells he implanted in her head just to keep Oliver safe, she would do so with no hesitation. And she wouldn't be afraid to kill Rodolphus if it came down to it. Maybe she might've been afraid of him in the past, but no longer.