The feast itself was long and tense, and the whole time Harry felt a mounting sense of dread grow ever stronger within him to the point where he couldn’t eat anymore. His leg kept bouncing up and down and his right hand was flexing constantly. He ached to have a sword in his hand, whether it was the Serpent Slayer or the one he’d been using for his solo training if only because he thought it would keep him calm. Hermione kept shooting Harry worried looks but he simply shook his head.