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"
Do
n't
you
think
they
might
wonder
what
's
happened
if
they
wake
up
and
find
themselves
in
a
place
that
looks
like
it
's
just
been
bombed
?
"
"
Oh
right
,
yeah
...
"
Ron
struggled
for
a
moment
before
managing
to
extract
his
wand
from
his
pocket
.
"
It
's
no
wonder
I
ca
n't
get
it
out
,
Hermione
,
you
packed
my
old
jeans
,
they
're
tight
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
'm
so
sorry
,
"
hissed
Hermione
,
and
as
she
dragged
the
waitress
out
of
sight
of
the
windows
,
Harry
heard
her
mutter
a
suggestion
as
to
where
Ron
could
stick
his
wand
instead
.
Once
the
café
was
restored
to
its
previous
condition
,
they
heaved
the
Death
Eaters
back
into
their
booth
and
propped
them
up
facing
each
other
.
"
But
how
did
they
find
us
?
"
Hermione
asked
,
looking
from
one
inert
man
to
the
other
.
"
How
did
they
know
where
we
were
?
"
She
turned
to
Harry
.
"
You
--
you
do
n't
think
you
've
still
got
your
Trace
on
you
,
do
you
,
Harry
?
"
"
He
ca
n't
have
,
"
said
Ron
.
"
The
Trace
breaks
at
seventeen
,
that
's
Wizarding
law
,
you
ca
n't
put
it
on
an
adult
.
"
