"We can't spare anyone else for this mission, not with the attacks in Europe, and the fighting in the south. It's down to us." He looked around the table, taking in the people sitting around it, and Hermione shifted nervously, counting up everyone who was fit to fight – there were twenty-one of them, if you didn't count Karkaroff, who could fight but usually hid away like a rat in his hole and sent his escort out to do his work for him.