"No," Granger blandly replied with a tiny shake of her head. "I don’t even know if his pure-blood upbringing even taught him about guns. I doubt he has any real idea what we’re doing. He might have guessed about the Polyjuice since I told him we needed his jumper," Hermione’s muscles were easing with the chocolate. "Oh, he might actually have some idea, he saw what my deepest desire was. You shooting Voldemort."