"Right." Ron’s voice was a murmur barely audible above the driving rain and wind outside the small wizarding town of Flannelfoot, and Hermione kept her head ducked down and her hood pulled up to avoid the stinging drops on her face. They couldn’t use magic this close in until they were ready to attack; they might set off the outer wards. They didn’t want to alert the Death Eaters to their presence until they were on top of them. The element of surprise.