Even though Hermione saw that the snatcher was back, she continued repeating the mantra of the words that Snape had left hanging in front of her eyes. She felt a shunting pain radiate through the back of her neck, as Arthur Weasley patted her head like a compliant puppy, "I’m all ready here gents, I’m just going to take a seat so I can monitor the readings". Snape held up a bony finger to indicate he wasn’t ready yet, he pointed his wand to a jar of salve from a faraway shelf, "I don’t want little-miss muddy to become so hairy again, this will mean one less job for her house elf handlers".