Goose lay beside the bed. Seemingly sensing Hermione's boredom, he lifted his head and meowed, then lowered it again and went back to sleep.
After luring him away from Fury, Hermione had been surprised to discover that she could put magical creatures she had already collected into the book, so she had simply brought Goose to this world.
Just then, a shadow covered the window, dimming the room.
Hermione rolled off the bed, raised her wand toward the window with one hand, and scooped up Goose with the other, holding him protectively in front of her.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Careful!"
A startled cry came from outside the window. Ron sat in a hovering, distinctly vintage blue car, both hands raised in surrender.
He had figured Hermione had never seen the Flying Ford Anglia and wanted to show off and surprise her. Instead of knocking first, he had flown straight up to the villa's second floor to say hello, never expecting such a strong reaction.
"Hi, Hermione!"
Beside Ron, George Weasley, who was driving, leaned out to greet her too. Fred Weasley sat in the front passenger seat.
It wasn't just Ron. The Weasley Twins had come as well.
"What are you guys doing...?" Hermione asked, puzzled.
Weren't they supposed to be rescuing Harry from confinement around this time? Why had they come to her place?
"Hey, could you put the wand down first?"
A little disgruntled, Ron muttered under his breath:
"Why do I always get the feeling you're ready to fight someone anytime, anywhere...? And never mind the wand-why are you holding a cat at us? What, is he going to eat us...?"
After a brief, to-the-point exchange, Hermione finally understood what had happened.
It turned out that the Ministry of Magic had detected someone using magic near 4