Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows Part 2 -20... Today

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...

Before Harry could agree, a different sound cut through the din. Not a curse, not a scream. A footstep. Deliberate. Slow. And then another. 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

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.