Something dropped in her chest as another small group went off towards the forest. Hermione didn’t dare to turn around to see how high up the hill the Death-Eaters were. She already knew that her time was reduced to only a few minutes, perhaps even less. Hermione placed her hand in an empty pocket of her jumper. It was no Sorting hat. She didn’t expect to find a sword in there. All her fingers felt was a bit of dry dirt that got there when she fell down the hill. It was risky and impulsive, yet her only option. The only way she could disarm a wizard of such power was by not using any magic at all.