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A figure emerged from the swirling smoke at the far end of the corridor. It wasn't a Death Eater. It was Professor McGonagall. Her hair had come loose from its tight bun, and a long gash bled freely down her cheek. Her wand was raised, but not in a fighting stance. She was searching.

“We’re not about to start now, Professor,” Ron said, gripping his wand tighter. Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows Part 2 -20...

The battle had moved beyond screams. It had settled into a low, grinding roar punctuated by the crack of spells and the shriek of collapsing stone. Harry, hidden under his Invisibility Cloak, pressed his back against the cold wall of a corridor off the Grand Staircase. Dust motes danced in the eerie, spell-lit gloom. He could hear Ron and Hermione breathing somewhere to his left, hidden beneath a different Cloak—the one his father had once used, now mended. A figure emerged from the swirling smoke at

Hermione was already running toward the transfigured ramp. “Move! The diadem won’t find itself.” Her hair had come loose from its tight

Harry opened his mouth to thank her, but she had already turned away, her tartan dressing gown snapping as she marched back toward the sounds of battle, shouting a hex that turned a section of falling ceiling into a flock of angry, razor-beaked sparrows.

She looked at Harry one last time. Her eyes were wet, but her jaw was set like flint. “Mr. Potter. It has been an honor to be your teacher. Now go. And for Merlin’s sake, win.”