Her aim was better this time and with the same concentration, Hermione connected the line to the bullet. She expended more effort and placed a more gentle care into her casting. The same pressure was there, the oozing silt bubbling and thick in her veins as the corruption set in. A slow flourish at the end let the spell curl off her wand and be drawn into the bullet. Dolohov’s curse purred at her and she knew she’d done it right. This one was stable.