She was in Knockturn Alley. Dressed in her Ministry robes proving she'd likely just come from work, the Hermione in the memory was furious and on a mission. They stood in front of the same little shop Hermione had visited just days earlier. It was a place she had been many, many times over the years. Memory-Hermione pushed the door open so hard the bell above it threatened to fly off the wall. Her gaze focused on the hag and she immediately stomped across the room, ignoring everything else in the tiny shop, to confront the smiling, toothless, old hag.