"Why do you think that would persuade me? You must know how much I loathe the amazing bouncing ferret." As his eyes captured hers, Hermione imagined herself in a hot-air balloon, floating high above Voldemort, who was ransacking the library of books and memories on the ground below. In her mind's eye, Hermione’s arms held a journal that had been the only record of the Horcruxes. He had access to everything else, but she wouldn’t let him know that she knew about the Horcruxes.