Deep in the Forbidden Forest, Jerry emerged from a dim cave carrying a torch. He stretched, as though he had finally shaken off all his weariness.
"Lumos!"
Jerry raised his Wand, and a slender beam of light shone from its tip. He took a deep breath and tossed the torch back into the cave, its flame tracing a bright arc through the darkness. Then, with a deep, commanding roar, a dragon formed of white-violet Fiendfyre surged into the cave at his command. It rampaged inside, burning everything to ashes. Flames blazed, lighting up the depths of the Forbidden Forest.
"Don't fall behind, Granger. There must be Dementors all over the Forbidden Forest tonight!" Snape glanced at the terrifying figures flying overhead, then turned to warn Hermione, his expression grave.
"I understand, Professor. But I'm more worried about Jerry. We have to find him quickly." Hermione nodded, her voice firm.
Suddenly, a low, terrifying roar shattered the night's silence and cut their conversation short.
"Was that... a dragon?" Hermione looked at Snape in alarm. "There shouldn't be any dragons in the Forbidden Forest!"
Snape frowned, his gaze fixed on the direction of the roar. "Stay focused. Follow me."
Jerry stood high in a treetop, peering through the thick leaves at the strange pair below. He was baffled to see Hermione following Snape.
"Professor Snape? Hermione? What are you two doing here?" Jerry sprang lightly down from the tree and looked at them in confusion.
"Jerry?" The figure's sudden appearance startled Hermione. Then she heard that familiar voice, and relief swept away her fear. She rushed forward and wrapped her arms tightly around him.
Hermione practically hung from Jerry, tears welling in her eyes. "Thank goodness. Thank goodness you're all right!"
Jerry smiled and patted her back, softly reassuring her. But