An hour later, Barty half staggered, half crawled into the kitchen and vanished into the pantry. Harry finished his dinner preparations. Then he could not ignore the quiet whimpers any longer. Picking up a bottle, Hermione had helped him brew the day before, he entered the dark pantry and slid down beside a trembling Barty. "Do you want a nerve tonic? I think I got it right this time. Hermione helped."