"Someone dispose of that," Lucius said indifferently. Two black-clad, masked figures – Death Eaters – came forth from the spectating crowd, and Gryffindor's figure became obscured by their dark cloaks. It didn't matter. Draco no longer had any interest in it. Hand tight in Hermione's, he jumped down to where his father was standing, wiping his bloodied blade on the grass.