Hermione shoved him away with the last bit of strength left, it wasn’t a hard push, but Flint was drunk enough to fall on his side. She stood up, ignoring the pain, and grabbed her wand. If she started a duel now, she would lose without a doubt. Hermione limped to the door, she was slower this time, too slow. She didn’t bother with closing the door behind her, running past it.