            Numbly, she drew it out of her back pocket, not even remembering when she’d stuffed it there. "What for?" Proudfoot let out a long sigh as he tucked her wand into his robe’s pocket. Then, to her surprise, he drew out another—lighter in color and longer than her own. "Wh-what’s going on? Why do you need my wand?" She tried to jerk away, but a flick of the auror’s wand had her boots stuck to the ground. Hermione fought against the magic, trying to wrench her feet free, but the spell held fast.