Hermione could be heard next as a potion vial crashed in the distance, making the assailants cough and gag. "Agreed; the last time Severus went after the Dark Lord's remains, it was a trap. I'll check in with Angelina and Lee at Azkaban with the Galleons." Fleur wondered about that; if maybe they should have had at least one person with a communications knut for instant information. The Veela peered into the distance, her avian eyes fixated on the stationary fog that has lingered in the distance.