I'm Hermione Granger.
And you are?
I'm Ron Weasley.
Pleasure.
If you two don't mind,
I'm going to bed.
Before either of you come up with
another clever idea to get us killed
or worse, expelled.
Me? Books and cleverness...
There are more important things.
Friendship and bravery.
Do you remember me telling you
that the Polyjuice Potion
was only for human transformations?
It was cat hair I plucked off
Millicent Bulstrode's robes.
Look at my face.
Welcome back, Hermione.
It's good to be back.
What just happened?
Where's Ron?
7:30, where were we at 7:30?
Is that Hermione Granger?
With Viktor Krum?
A—Absolutely not.
He's way too old.
What?
That's what you think?
Yeah, that's what I think.
You know the solution then, don't you?
Go on.
Next time there's a ball,
pluck up the courage and ask me
before somebody else does.
And not as a last resort.
What happens if Umbridge does find out?
Who cares?
I mean,
it's sort of exciting, isn't it?
Breaking the rules.
Who are you and what have you done
with Hermione Granger?
Stupefy!
When are you going to get it into your head?
We're in this together.
Well, if you won't tell her where it is,
I will.
Where what is?
Dumbledore's secret weapon.
How much further?
Not far.
What are you doing?
Improvising.
What's with the birds?
Oppugno.
You don't really think
you're going to be able to find all those
Horcruxes by yourself, do you?
You need us, Harry.
Obliviate.
The Sword of Gryffindor.
It's goblin made.
Brilliant.
No, you don't understand.
Dirt and rust have no effect on the blade,
It only takes in that which
makes it stronger.
And that's why Dumbledore left it
to you in his will.
You are brilliant, Hermione,
truly.
Actually, I'm highly logical,
which allows me to look past
extraneous detail
and perceive clearly
that which others overlook.
Bag?
Yeah.
Jumper.
Okay, I gonna miss you.