"And you think that is just as bad as trading on his hate to kill them instead?" Hermione cried, incredulously. "Will you listen to yourself? You know Harry’s mind better than anyone ... better than me, better even than him, probably. One trip into his mind plains right now and he’d come out with a blood-lust fury so unstoppable that we’d have two dead little girls to bury in the garden tonight ... if we could find enough of them left to carry out the ceremony. Would you fancy doing that?"