Expecto Patronum
Dementors gave Hermione such an eerie feeling. She knew the spell to repel them, but she didn’t have anywhere to practice it. Instead, she reviewed it over and over again in her mind, just in case.
She got to use her skills sooner than she thought.
It couldn’t be…a tall, cloaked figure glided down the hallway. What was a dementor doing in the school? Slowly, it turned its head.
Hermione felt her breath catch. “Expecto Patronum!” she yelled. A tiny wisp of silver flew out of her wand; it disintegrated before reaching its destination.
“Oof!” The dementor crumbled to the floor. What? Dementors didn’t crumble! Wait a second…
“Malfoy, what are you doing?” Hermione screeched, tearing the cloak off of him and Goyle. “This is absurd behavior!”
Draco was howling with laughter. “You should’ve seen your face, Granger. Your looked like a deer in wand lights!”
“That’s not the point, Malfoy. You aren’t supposed to be walking around like a dementor.” She looked at him crossly, hands folded.
He just snorted. “Who says? We’re just headed off to the Quidditch match, as innocent as anyone.”
Humiliated and disgusted at his foul trick, Hermione briskly walked away, nose in the air.
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