Hermione frowned. "Evidently more than you." Her eyes narrowed at his smug expression and realized that she was not only outnumbered four to one, but that she had given up the element of surprise and would have to devise a new plan of escape. That would require time, which was something she was desperately lacking by the hunger in their eyes. "So," she went on, opting to try and stall the inevitable. "I suppose this whole assignment was a ruse then. And I presume Fudge is in on this as well? The whole secret organization within the police known as the Ministry doesn't even exist, does it? None of your bloody Aurors are sanctioned."