It wasn’t very often that robbing a grave led to an interaction. Hermione was smart about her operation. She was quick to loot what she could and find her way back home before the sun could begin to peak out above the distant horizon. There was usually no one around, and in this instance there most certainly shouldn’t have been anyone lurking about in the hills and woods surrounding the nearly forgotten cemetery. The Town at the bottom of the little valley she was in wasn’t large enough to support any law enforcement of its own. They would need to contract that work out to larger enclaves, have someone wander over every now and then to investigate noises and interpersonal disputes.