Hermione sank to her knees as her spell flew through the air to hit one of the few trees that did not house any creatures. They were gone, and Lucius made sure his escape was just like hers had been at the Malfoy Manor. The bastard! She pounded the ground in her anger as the remaining Bowtruckles went back to their tree, unbothered by the fit of rage she was having. I'm going to end him.