Hermione shut the door and locked it, she knew that it wasn’t enough and cast protecting spells. They weren’t complicated, they were the first ones that came to mind, but she knew that Flint was too drunk to analyze and deactivate them. Still feeling like he could get inside her room; Hermione moved the table to block the door. There wasn’t anything else to possibly do, so she climbed on the bed, hugged her knees, and stared at the door.