Hermione nodded, keeping her expression neutral, but on the inside she wanted to scream. She'd combed through all of her research dozens of times in the past few weeks, to the point where she could recite large chunks of it from memory, and looking through it all again was just going to drive her mad. So mad, in fact, that she briefly considered volunteering to help Bill rather than return to the archives, but the mere thought of laying eyes on Malfoy Manor again made her break out in a cold sweat. Although, if it really did take months, she might well be called upon to help at some point. She decided to think about that later, preferably with a strong drink in hand. 