Hermione was confident that her plan would work. She didn’t make a habit out of failure. But even so, she was nervous as she and Enola rehearsed their chanting, a key part of the ritual they’d designed for this task. Hermione simply wrung her hands and focused on the spell, as Harry assessed them from the altar of the Ritual Room, hopeful that she wouldn’t lose him in all this. But the whole thing was fraught with risk.