"Or Gringotts," Ron grunted, steeling himself to dive into the fray the way he might have once as an Auror going into battle. He was just lunging into a charge so that his inertia nearly carried him into his brother-in-law. Harry was now suddenly more or less expectorated out the other side of the crunching crowd and into the street, his glasses askew and with his hair looking even more disheveled than normal.