Malfoy’s words sounded like a threat. Hermione reminded herself that he didn’t have magic. He couldn’t hurt her. Could he? In any case, he wouldn’t be thanking her once he learned how she likely destroyed his father’s mind beyond comprehension. If he were lucky, Lucius might be able to move or speak. He might be able to form basic sentences. Who was Malfoy even owling? Another chill ran through her body.