Magic crackled through the atmosphere accompanied by frantic energy that was palpable in the air. Hermione turned the corner, bumping into a Medi Witch rushing away from the chaos. Papers fell from the witch’s hands onto the floor behind her. Down the corridor, Hermione could see several people huddled around the doorway to 4B. Leveraging her slight frame and a couple of well-placed elbows, Hermione made her way into the room. She scanned the room until she found Harry. His posture was stiff and his face locked in a stern expression. Her eyes quickly scanned Harry’s body, looking for signs that he was hurt. When she found none, she lifted her eyebrows in question. Harry gave a short jerk of his chin to reassure her that he was unharmed. 