" -ve some care," are the last words she manages to get out, directed towards one of the March solders as he cranks the crate open,

(You don't want to shove that pointy end of a sword into a sack of grain and spill the whole thing onto the sandy Silent Plains, do you? Again?)

and then - BOOM!

Several people are knocked back, Hermione included. Her ears are ringing, and when the smoke clears she'll note that one of the tails of her coat got singed in the blast, except - the smoke doesn't clear.

She stumbles, shakes her head, takes stock. Something's billowing smoke - a trap? A rune? They're so exposed out here, this column of smoke will point an arrow right at them.

Her wand is out, evanesco on the tip of her tongue, before she looks for a familiar set of eyes in the crowd. It's not that she trusts Cedric, but they've been running into each other before, and he'll know best. She has a fix, she just needs - confirmation. Tell her it's the right thing to do.

"Do we need this?" she shouts - louder because ears, ringing - and points, wand in hand, at the rune chugging out black smoke.