The plume blinks out. Relief washes over him — momentary, as smoke billows forth again. Blinks, billows, blinks —
He rips up a broken crate, and jams it atop the device. That holds it too, for half a second, before the smog's seeping out from below. What he mutters doesn't sound very much like an incantation.
Cedric tugs Hermione's elbow, points toward their distant griffon, rearing and squalling for the noise. Follow me,
Abrupt, he flips the crate over to scoop the device within. A mad dash for Agathe as he trails smoke. If Hermione's aim is true, she can vanish as they go, but they need to put distance between the ambush and the beacon. This can't be the last place that it was seen: Injured men are slower to move than a decoy.
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He rips up a broken crate, and jams it atop the device. That holds it too, for half a second, before the smog's seeping out from below. What he mutters doesn't sound very much like an incantation.
Cedric tugs Hermione's elbow, points toward their distant griffon, rearing and squalling for the noise. Follow me,
Abrupt, he flips the crate over to scoop the device within. A mad dash for Agathe as he trails smoke. If Hermione's aim is true, she can vanish as they go, but they need to put distance between the ambush and the beacon. This can't be the last place that it was seen: Injured men are slower to move than a decoy.