“All right. With Harry and Ginny both on Firebolts, no other team really stood a chance. “Let’s get out of here.”
They all needed no further encouragement, and quickly left the cramped Shack. In the end, it took them nearly the entire night just to get through the wards, being careful to ensure that there were no trip wards anywhere, designed to go off if any of the other wards were triggered. They could still operate in the shadows if need be. Susan picked up, twirling a lock of hair between her fingers. They walked forward cautiously, and peered into the basin. You don’t have to follow their footsteps if you don’t want to. Minerva grit her teeth, transfiguring an opponent’s robes to iron, and then stunning him as he fell under the weight. I mean, not that I don’t trust you, but it can take some practice to get it right, even after you get your license.”
Harry shrugged.
